Chapter 2862: Hand of the Soul

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Luo Zheng thought that he admitted that the red woman would be thundering.

Unexpectedly, the color of resentment on her face disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the complexion calmed down.

Seeing the face of the red woman, Luo Zheng’s heart is not calm.

When the old man in black was arrested, Luo Zheng’s heart was a bit strange.

If Taishan really wants to kill himself, the old man in black is directly at Taiyi Mountain. He is afraid that there is no room for rebellion. Even if someone really protects Luo Zheng, he may not be able to save in time.

The current posture of Taimu Mountain must be a picture.

"You are the one who is most loved by me. His death, you have to give me an account," said the red woman.

"Representation?" Luo Zheng's eyebrows rose slightly, and asked, "Xu Youwei wants to kill me three times and five times. If it is not his strength, I am afraid that he is already dead. This time, Minghu Qianbo Pavilion gathers him to seduce me. I also want to kill me. Now I am killed by me. In turn, I want to give you an explanation?"

The red woman said faintly, "Even if you said that, you are not dead, my son is dead!"

At first glance, what the red woman said is indeed quite reasonable.

Xu Youwei paid a life for this, and Luo Zheng is a good end to stand here.

It is not an exaggeration for his mother to find Luo Zheng to ask for a statement.

"Don't go around, what do you want to do," Luo Zheng asked.

The red-dressed woman stood up from the chair and went to the Luo Zheng next to the palace. The twinkling eyes seemed to want to see Luo Zheng, and then he said: "Hear you are at the Seven Hills Conference. Going up and showing extraordinary strength, seems to be related to the true meaning of the Tao?"

Luo Zheng did not respond in the same place.

"The characters of the Qiuyin River gongs and drums are all made by Yu Jianyin. Even if you are a genius who can only understand the genius, you can't do that. What do you rely on?" The red woman smiled.

Looking at the smile of the beautiful woman in the red dress, Luo Zheng immediately understood the purpose of the other party - Zhenwu.

In the face of her rapid change in attitude, Luo Zheng also secretly sighed.

It seems that Xu Youwei is really nothing for Taimu Mountain. Is this like the attitude of a dead son?

The same is true of the actual situation.

For example, in the Taixuan Palace, the number of colors of the East Emperor can be quite large, and his 嫡 coefficient is more.

The disciples in the entire Taiyuan Palace add up a lot more than the Swordsmen. The real status is those who are outstanding in talent and are favored by the Eastern Emperor. For example, Fengge is one of them.

The same is true of Taimu Mountain. Xu Shou was born from Xujia of Minghu Lake. The time spent in Zhongshenzhou is not much different from that of Donghuang. After running for countless years, his relative sons may have tens of thousands, and the descendants of Zizi have sons. These are all shackles and a huge number.

Xu Youwei is one of the many sons and sisters. Regarding status and importance, he cannot compare with the phoenix song of Taiyuan Palace.

"Rely on my strength," Luo Zhengzheng answered.

The red-dressed woman stared at Luo Zheng, and there was some disappointment in the beauty. She shook her head and smiled: "Your strength is very good. It is amazing to kill Hezhen Hewei and Hegui with one person. The Yu Jianyin of the Qiuyin River is a very special supernatural power. It is only inspired by the true spirit and has nothing to do with your strength."

She turned her head and said, "I heard that there is a sequel to the eternal meaning of the sword, and this sequel is the essence, but it has never been cracked. Now it seems that someone has cracked it?"

Luo Zheng looked at her with a sullen look and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what the sequel is."

"is it?"

The red-dressed woman reached out and gently pressed a piece of yellow paper into her hand. The yellow paper recorded more than twenty small heads.

Luo Zheng glanced at the small head of the fly, and the above recorded is really more than twenty words before the real story.

He has already published a hundred and five crosses, and the Qiuyin River, Lin Zhan and Hechi are bound to be released. It is not difficult to get this true understanding with the ability of Taishan.

In fact, it is also a waste of time to get these twenty words in Taishan Mountain.

Qiuyin River, Lin Zhanqi and others have attached great importance to the Zhenwu article, even if they only have one hundred and five crosses in their hands, they are not released at one time. For example, only a few scorpions in Taiyi Mountain have received one hundred and five crosses, and those elites only have this. A twenty-word version.

It’s the twenty words that Taimu Mountain got.

"These twenty words are the sequels of the eternal true meaning of the swordsmanship, but there are too few. According to our judgment, there are at least one thousand to two thousand words in the sequel. These are in your hands," the red woman went around. Luo Zheng said behind, "I will hand over all the sequels, how can you kill my son's hatred?"

Luo Zheng looked at the red woman with a strange expression.

Get an understanding of her with the whole chapter of the real story? This dream is too good to do.

The role of the Reality is very important. After all, the Reality is related to the Heavenly Palace. When the opportunity is sufficient, he will definitely hand it over, but he needs to exchange the support of the Heavenly Palace and even support the entire Li.

Before this opportunity was not waited, Luo Zheng could not hand it over.

By Xu Youwei's life, he wants to get the whole article of Zhenwu, and Luo Zheng can't promise.

"These twenty words are indeed my deciphering," Luo Zheng said.

After spending so much tongue, Luo Zheng finally admitted that the red dress and the eyes of several black robes not far away are bright, which shows that they are not wrong in the direction of judgment.

"But I have only deciphered the 150 crosses in total, and I have already handed them over to the old people of Qiuyinhe. If you want, I can write to you," Luo Zheng said.

Since the one hundred and five crosses have been handed over, sooner or later, like the eternal true meaning of the sword, it will spread to the entire Tiangong, even all Terran, and he does not mind writing it again.

"Not enough," said the red-dressed woman, staring at Luo Zhengxiao. "I want everything."

Luo Zheng shrugged his shoulders and revealed a distressed color. "This is difficult. I have never deciphered myself. How can I give it to you?"

Who knows that the red dress woman shook her head and said: "I don't believe what you said, so there are two ways in front of you, or you can write all the sequels yourself, or..."

The red-haired woman’s gaze looked at the black robes.

One of the black robes was striding out, and as he had a virtual shadow on his head, the green fog was tumbling, and a green arm was faintly displayed in this green mist.

"That is the other side of the seventeenth heaven, the name is the hand of the soul-stricken, he will not hurt your soul, but can write out the things in your memory," the red woman has more smiles. A strange atmosphere.

Like Shinto, such as the Great Domination, the effect on the strong side of the shore is minimal, as long as Luo Zheng resistance is difficult to search for the soul.

But there are naturally similar tokens on the other side of the bank, and the hand of the soul is one of them.

Looking at the green hand of the Soul, Luo Zheng’s face suddenly became quite ugly.