Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Huo Zhai.

Huo Yunjiao ordered Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan to send the three children upstairs to rest, but did not order anyone not to go downstairs.

The old mansion was extremely quiet tonight. If Qin Ruan was here, he would have found that the barrier guarding the mansion had disappeared.

Twelve black shadows shuttled through Huo's house like ghosts. Following the familiar aura, they came to the small building where Mr. Huo lived.

Tonight's small building was unguarded inside and out. Huo Yunjiao was wearing comfortable home clothes and sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room.

His legs were crossed, and he was wearing silver-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of his nose. He was looking down at the monitoring screen on the tablet in his hand. He looked gentle and elegant.

Sitting opposite Huo Yunjiao was the petite Qin Ruan with a somewhat reserved expression.

She is not clinging to the third master as usual, and stays far away from him, as if avoiding germs.

When the twelve black shadows outside the small building approached, Qin Ruan, who was sitting on the sofa feeling uncomfortable, suddenly sat up straight.

Huo Yunjiao raised his eyes, the gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes reflected a sharp cold light of murderous intent.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold: "Here we come."

Qin Ruan, who was sitting opposite, opened and closed her red lips: "Dijun, do you do it now?"

A familiar man's voice resounded from her lips, it was Ming Tianheng in the form of Qin Ruan.

Huo Yunzhen's eyes drooped slightly, and he continued to stare at the tablet in his hand, and said indifferently, "Wait a little longer."

The surveillance outside could not capture the twelve shadows, so he casually threw the tablet aside.

Feeling the strong witch power in the air, Huo Yunzhen suddenly raised his hand, making a gesture of preparation to the god of the underworld standing behind him in the darkness.

At the moment when the Twelve Ancient Ancestral Witches broke into the living room, the gods of the Underworld, headed by Chu Zifeng, rushed forward.

A bloodless fierce fighting began.

Huo Yunyi and Qin Ruan, who was pretending to be Ming Tianheng, sat motionless on the sofa, avoiding the witch Ji Shuzhen who was being chased by the gods of the underworld, with flaming red lips, walking towards the two who were sitting firmly in the living room with murderous intent all over their bodies. .

Now that she has awakened Houtu's witch power, she is full of confidence in tonight's battle.

Tonight, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the ancient times will hunt down Aruan, the fox tribe of Tushan, and she will take the opportunity to get two children with innate spirit body and innate yin evil physique.

Possessing these two treasures will be of great help in expanding the power of the Wu clan in the world in the future.

Ji Shuzhen stared at Qin Ruan, who was sitting on the sofa, with murderous intent all over her body. The proud and arrogant expression on her face seemed to have seen the picture of him dying in her hands.

As she approached, a figure first passed her and came to Huo Yunjiao.

The other party's long hair was tied up and fixed by the white jade hairpin, and he bowed to the man sitting at the head of the sofa.

"Emperor, long time no see."

It was the second youngest of the Fu family, Fu Yuheng, who had inadvertently obtained the inheritance of Wuzu Dijiang.

As early as the day when he learned that the other party had the inheritance of the Wu ancestor, Huo Yunzhen knew that sooner or later they would confront each other.

The other party was friendly, and Huo Yunjiao was not stingy with his good upbringing, and nodded reservedly: "Long time no see, Second Young Master Fu."

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, full of scholarly atmosphere, Fu Yuhang, who is noble and ascetic, smiled wryly: "I really didn't expect that we would meet again in such a situation."

Huo Yunzhi's pale lips were slightly raised, and he raised a lazy smile. His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, and his body was full of alienation, as if he didn't exist like a dream.

He lowered his eyes, straightened his sleeves slowly, and asked calmly in a pleasant voice, "Since you're here, does it mean you've made a decision?"

Fu Yuheng nodded: "Indeed."

After the appearance of the Twelve Witch Ancestors, he was the only one present who did not make a move.

Ji Shuzhen didn't understand what charades they were playing, and growled at Fu Yuhang: "What nonsense! Kill Qin Ruan!"

The Twelve Witch Ancestors are the Witch Clan that existed in ancient times. They are born with unparalleled tyranny and immortality.

Qin Ruan died at their hands thousands of years ago, and Huo Yunjiao had a natural hatred for them.

It's a pity that the twelve people in front of them got the inheritance of the witch ancestors. They are puppets in human skin, not the real twelve witch ancestors.

Seeing that Ji Shuzhen, who had received the inheritance of Houtu, spoke rudely, Huo Yunzhen waved his hand, and the other person's body fell to the ground like a broken object, and the body touched the floor, making a dull bang.

Ji Shuzhen screamed, and her beautiful face was distorted in pain.

However, relying on the shaman ancestor inheritance she obtained, she quickly recovered.

She didn't dare to provoke Huo Yunjiao anymore, she got up and rushed towards Qin Ruan who was sitting motionless on the sofa, her hands were like sharp claws, and went straight to attack her at the gate of life.

"Bitch! You really dare to do something to me!"

Ming Tianheng couldn't pretend anymore, feeling the overwhelming murderous aura brought by Ji Shuzhen, he got up and started fighting with him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Shuzhen knew he had been fooled.

As the two fought, Ming Tianheng regained the extremely coquettish appearance of Hades.

Ji Shuzhen knew that Qin Ruan was not here at all, and she wanted to find him, but Ming Tianheng was too difficult.

Among the twelve ancestors of witchcraft, only Fu Yuhang did not make a move, and the other eleven ancestors of witchcraft fought fiercely with the gods of the underworld.

At this moment, Hu Yiyan, A Qing, Lan An, and Ling Feng came to Huo's house one step ahead of Qin Ruan.

Seeing the people fighting in the small building, they did not step forward to help, but fixed their eyes on Huo Yunjiao who was sitting firmly in the center of the room.

The other party was talking to a noble man in a blue Taoist robe with a scholarly atmosphere.

Hu Yiyan saw that the gods of the Underworld could beat the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but they seemed to be stalling for time, they just didn't deal with them cleanly.

Seeing that Qin Ruan was about to come back if he didn't finish it, he strode up to Huo Yunjiao who looked calm and calm.

Hu Yiyan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Qin Ruan will be back in a while, how long are you going to let them delay?"

Huo Yunzhen had seen the four of them appearing a long time ago, and didn't take them seriously.

Now that Hu Yiyan stepped forward to question, the third master raised his eyes and looked at the other party casually: "Naturally, they dragged Ah Ruan back. Thousands of years ago, they killed me with their own hands. This time, Ah Ruan will naturally kill me back."

At that time, it was the Twelve Witch Ancestors who personally beheaded Aruan, the princess of the Tushan Fox Clan.

In this life, only Qin Ruan personally killed the Twelve Witch Ancestors, even if they were not their real bodies, as long as their souls were destroyed, they would be able to break through the thousand-year calamity of death.

Hu Yiyan's eyes widened slightly, and his voice raised uncontrollably: "Qin Ruan can't bear the witch power of the Twelve Witch Ancestors."

Huo Yunjiao was lazy and lazy, and said indifferently: "It's because I'm here."

The gods of the underworld entangled with the Eleven Witch Ancestors just to consume their excessive witch power.

They were waiting for Qin Ruan's arrival, and broke the final life-and-death situation with their own hands.

This is also the last thing Huo Yunjiao can do for her in this life.