Lan Ling has lost the brilliance of the past. He is disheveled, unkempt, and has a drooping face.
At this time, she still looks like a little princess, but she looks like a boudoir, her eyes are full of infinite resentment.
Because of her death in Panlong Holy Land in Wangjing, a strong man in the imperial realm, she was severely reprimanded by the sect for this.
At the same time, because of the failure of the war of aggression against the Great Qin Dynasty, her father also questioned her ability and no longer trusted her as before.
Under the double blow, Lan Ling felt that life was bleak, and these days were extremely depressing.
In her heart, she thought about a man day and night, and only thought about how to tear that man into pieces.
"Ji Mo, I will not let you go."
Lan Ling gritted his teeth, with a ferocious face, clenched his fists and cursed loudly.
If it wasn't for Jimo, how could she have ended up like this.
"Grandma Hua, hasn't the person you sent sent me a message yet?"
Lan Ling asked the demon emperor beside him who was filled with the power of curse.
"A while ago, Jimo had been in the Daqin military camp. With the protection of the Tianxiang Wolf Cavalry Corps, the killers sent had no chance to strike. But now that Jimo has left the military camp and returned to Wangjing alone, our people will seize the opportunity Do it, there should be news back soon."
Granny Hua looked at Lan Ling and shook her head secretly.
Last time, a spirit emperor was lost, and this time, he sent a large number of masters from the sect to assassinate Jimo. It would be fine if he succeeded, but if he lost more people, the sect would not forgive him lightly.
Although Lan Ling is the saint of Panlong Holy Land, it is really unwise to use the power of the sect for personal gain.
What worries Granny Hua the most is that Ji Mo is definitely not simple.
Not only did she easily dispel the power of the curse she cast on Ying Ye, but she was also immune to the curse.
She once secretly cast a curse on Jimo, but it failed.
This made her very uneasy, and she had a premonition that anyone who wanted to murder Ji Mo might not end well.
She once dissuaded Lan Ling, but Lan Ling, who had been blinded by hatred, didn't listen at all.
"Going back to Wangjing alone? This dog thief is really arrogant, but this is the best, and his death is destined to come soon."
Lan Ling showed a cruel smile, thinking that he would soon receive news of Jimo's death
"am I pretty?"
Du Juan holds a bronze mirror and looks at himself in pity.
The self in the mirror, eyes like peach blossoms, face like hibiscus, Qiong nose and cherry mouth, looks so beautiful.
But why in the eyes of that bastard Jimo, she became an old woman pretending to be tender, with hot eyes!
The bandits standing behind Du Juan quickly responded: "Master Du Juan is as beautiful as a fairy, and no one in the world can compare with you."
For the safety of their own lives, these people can only lick wildly against their conscience.
Hearing this, Du Juan was in a better mood, and continued to ask: "I want to compare with Black Rose, which is better looking."
"Naturally, Mrs. Dujuan is the prettiest. How can Black Rose compare to you, she is not even one ten-thousandth of yours."
The bandits praised again.
"In that case, why did that bastard Ji Mo say that I have hot eyes." Du Juan was very annoyed.
For hundreds of years, she has never been hit so hard by anyone, and no man has ever escaped from her grasp.
It happened to Jimo that he encountered Waterloo in his career.
"There is absolutely no man in the world that I, Du Juan, can't handle."
Du Juan was suffocating in his heart.
"I must make that Jimo pay the price and bow down under my pomegranate skirt."
Cuckoo's five fingers pinched, and the bronze mirror was shattered.
"Master Du Juan, can we not take any more risks, the most important thing is to save our lives." The bandit kindly advised.
If Jimo kicks you over with one kick, and provokes you again, that would be death.
The fortune-telling is big this time, so you may not be able to save your life next time.
"Go away, I have my own plan."
Du Juan dismissed these men, and chased after Jimo in the direction where Jimo left.
She refuses to admit defeat, even if she dies, she still wants to get back from Jimo.
Ji Mo, who continued on his way back to Wangjing, was very relieved, because he felt that he had saved a few bad guys who had gone astray.
After some education by myself, that group of fairy dancersThe son must have realized his mistakes, corrected his past mistakes, and returned to the right path.
He is in a good mood, but he doesn't know that the danger ahead has come.
Yunkuo Canyon is the only way for Jimo to return to Wangjing.
And five of the Panlong Holy Land masters sent by Lan Ling are lurking here, waiting to intercept and kill him.
Three people and two demons, all of whom are powerful in the holy realm, all equipped with legendary equipment, this lineup is enough to attack and kill the strong in the middle stage of the imperial realm.
They hid their bodies in the canyon, waiting for Jimo's arrival.
"It's from Panlong Holy Land, do you want to cooperate with these masters to ambush Jimo?"
On the cliff above Yunkuo Canyon, the white bear hid in a dense vine, thinking for a while.
This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to deal with Jimo, but he is a little entangled, because he can't estimate Jimo's true strength, and he is very uncertain.
Shortly after.
Footsteps sounded, and Jimo's figure appeared in the drifting mist.
Jimo obviously didn't know that the danger was in front of him. He stepped on the thick fallen leaves and entered the canyon.
"Action!"
The five masters secretly transmitted voices and started to do it.
On the ground, a line of undetectable traces meanders and appears.
It was a demon sage lying in ambush who quickly approached Ji Mo.
This is a golden-haired demon mouse, which is best at attacking from the ground.
He planned to walk under Jimo, attack the opponent's Xiasan Road, and catch him by surprise.
In the blink of an eye.
The golden-haired demon mouse arrived at Jimo's feet.
He showed a cruel smile, and when he was about to break through the ground, he suddenly felt a special aura, and his whole body was unable to move.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
Jinmao Yaoshu glared angrily, and saw a big foot descending from the sky, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, it stepped down heavily with terrifying force.
"No¡¡"
He was terrified and terrified.
The legendary armor on his body instantly shattered into pieces, and his body was directly crushed into mud.
poof
The blood seeped through the fallen leaves, and the ground was scarlet.
Jimo felt as if he had stepped on something soft under his feet, and was about to check it, but there was a gust of wind blowing towards his face.
"Roar¡¡"
The roar resounded throughout the canyon, and another demon saint jumped out in his original form.
This is a black leopard spirit, with two horns on its forehead and a mouth full of fangs, roaring to kill it.
But in the next second, the figure stopped abruptly.
The black panther's pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw that the soles of Jimo's feet were blood-red, and the golden-haired demon mouse on the ground had turned into a puddle of mud.
How can it be!
The black panther was trembling all over, the strength of the Jin Mao Yaoshu was even better than him, and it had a legendary armor, and now it was trampled flat!
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