Martial Godly Emperor

1"Hey, hey, don't argue with me. I saw her here alone first! You have to stand in line! I want the One Blood! "    

    

The voices of several Wretched Male Cultivator s continuously sounded from the courtyard ahead.    

    

Hearing that familiar voice, Meng Yu originally did not want to go, but upon thinking that he was still in the same sect, he took a deep breath and quietly walked over.    

    

The Qiandan Palace was indeed big enough, and just as that person said, it was useless even if one shouted until their throats bled.    

    

When Meng Yu reached there, he saw a Red-clothed Female Cultivator in the seventh floor of the Golden Core Stage being forced towards the fake mountain by five cultivators.    

    

The Female Cultivator's lips were red and teeth white, her figure was plump and tall, when she stood at the foot of the fake mountain, all the flowers there seemed to have lost their color, and they were all looking down in the wind.    

    

Female Cultivator was shouting for help, but her face had a determined look, her hands were holding onto the treasured sword, it was extremely sharp.    

    

"Stop this pointless struggle and surrender."    

    

When Meng Yu walked over, he let out a string of vulgar sneers, and the five cultivators turned to look at him.    

    

"Brother, you came from behind. You have to queue up, and also have to pay some Elemental Stone to our three fellow disciples."    

    

"Brother, this woman has some followers. We need to capture her first."    

    

Seeing someone walk over, these people started chattering.    

    

Meng Yu originally had a righteous look, but in the eyes of these people, it was a wretched look. Even the Female Cultivator looked at him with hatred.    

    

Meng Yu was speechless, he had been delayed by this human skin mask, and thus was misunderstood.    

    

He walked forward, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the five Male Cultivator s, "She's my senior sister, scram for me!"    

    

that Red-clothed Female Cultivator was indeed Meng Yu's senior sister, she was Ling Wanqing.    

    

"Junior brother, you are too dishonest. You had to queue up afterwards, and yet you still lied and claimed that she was your senior sister? I even said that she was my beloved! "    

    

"This person is really despicable to the point of wanting to eat alone?"    

    

They all scolded Meng Yu.    

    

Even the extremely beautiful Ling Wanqing had a fierce light in her eyes.    

    

She was the daughter of the Ling Family, so even if she died, she shouldn't be toyed with by that extremely wretched hoodlum in front of her!    

    

From the look of that man, she knew that if she fell into his hands, she would definitely be played until she became a cripple.    

    

She bit her lips as she looked at that abominable face. She wanted nothing more than to dig out that person's eyeballs that were always staring at her chest!    

    

She was beginning to regret leaving the group.    

    

Because the reason she came here alone was because she heard that to obtain a treasure from this Qiandan Palace, there would be fewer people here, and the chances of obtaining a good treasure would increase.    

    

This might be a kind of rumor, but for some reason, she felt like giving it a try.    

    

"You, scram!"    

    

Ling Wanqing shouted to Meng Yu.    

    

Meng Yu did not expect her to say such a thing. He felt a sense of justice and excitement as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.    

    

A bitter smile appeared on his face and his body turned cold.    

    

Swoosh.    

    

His Sun-moon Sword Array that was made up of twenty-one Flying Sword was released, and that incomparably sharp sword, two cultivators had already died under his sword before they could even react.    

    

"Senior Sister Ling, I, am Meng Yu. For the sake of being in the same sect, I have killed two people. As for whether or not you can escape from this place, it all depends on your good fortune."    

    

Meng Yu whispered to her, enunciating every word.    

    

Since he withdrew all the Flying Sword and walked forward, he no longer needed to look at Ling Wanqing.    

    

"You, you …"    

    

Ling Wanqing was stunned, and then her lips trembled from anger!    

    

From his words, she knew who he was.    

    

If that brat really wanted to save her, why would he change his appearance like this?    

    

He must have had a motive for himself, and had helped her kill two people just because he had a little conscience at the last moment.    

    

His intention was obviously to do something to her.    

    

She was, after all, a proud daughter of heaven, and her Ling Family was also among the top within the Qianding Kingdom. Not to mention that in ancient times, their clan had an even more illustrious past.    

    

Who was that kid?    

    

He was just a country bumpkin without any power or influence!    

    

However, the other had some conscience and had helped her kill two people.    

    

Once those two died, even if Ling Wanqing was unable to kill the remaining three, it would still be very easy for her to escape.    

    

When the three cultivators saw this scene, they couldn't help but be flabbergasted. They didn't expect that wretched brat to be so powerful, killing off their two companions in an instant.    

    

They originally wanted to leave, but seeing that the charming beauty in front of them was so adorable and young, and that the wretched boy earlier had already left, they once again had evil thoughts.    

    

Meng Yu walked forward, but he was still a little uneasy. "That Senior Sister Ao Jiao, she wouldn't have been taken care of on the spot because I left, right?"    

    

He was also curious as to why, when the two of them met, unpleasant things would usually happen to each other. It was as if the two of them were enemies on a narrow road.    

    

Thinking about this, he began to look at the man who had made the human skin mask with even more contempt. As the saying goes, 'the heart is born from the heart'. That man must be extremely vulgar.    

    

It was this human skin mask that had caused him to be misunderstood many times!    

    

Meng Yu had only walked ten steps when he heard light footsteps coming from behind him.    

    

He had already released the Spiritual Consciousness and now he knew that it was Ling Wanqing.    

    

"Meng Yu, stop and explain to this old lady!"    

    

Ling Wanqing clenched her teeth and screamed.    

    

From the Spiritual Consciousness that he released, Meng Yu already knew that her subordinates had come over and killed the three cultivators.    

    

Seeing that she was still chasing after him, Meng Yu smiled coldly.    

    

He had helped her kill two people, and she still wanted to come up and find fault?    

    

He stopped and looked back. A gentle and beautiful Female Cultivator with an enchanting waist walked over with gritted teeth.    

    

"I have nothing to explain to you."    

    

Meng Yu said indifferently.    

    

"Why did you, Nasty Guy, pretend to be a ghost to me, to me … "You always want to take advantage of me!"    

    

Seeing Meng Yu's wretched look and her ice-cold body, Ling Wanqing finally realised something and immediately stopped and looked at him.    

    

If he really wanted to do something to her, and her subordinates had not arrived yet, and there was only the two of them in this space, wouldn't he get what he wanted?    

    

Thinking about that, and seeing how roguish the other party looked, Ling Wanqing became a little afraid.    

    

How could she let that kid enjoy her noble body?    

    

However …    

    

He saw the boy step toward her.    

    

A very shameless smile hung on his face!    

    

"You, what are you planning to do?"    

    

She took a few steps back in fear.    

    

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and come over!"    

    

The boy rushed up to her, and with a very forceful movement, he grabbed her slender waist and ran towards the front room.