"Tut-tut, the beauty is crying, which makes people feel distressed. ”

The young man ran his fingers across Xue Qin's tearful cheeks, put them to his lips and licked them lightly, looking very dismissive.

"It's you? Why didn't you kill that woman, but killed my father? Why? You disgusting monster!"

The blurred vision became clear, Xue Qin stood up and asked loudly, her tearful eyes full of anger.

"That waste turned out to be your father? Didn't you say your father was a very powerful person?"

A little displeased frowned, then sat down indifferently, picked up the wine glass she had drunk, and took a sip of spirit wine.

"You... Who is the waste, you disgusting goblin, you return my father, return my father!"

Angrily slapped the young man's body, her emotions were almost out of control, and she completely forgot that there was a demon in front of her who ate people without blinking.

"Smack!"

"You give Lao Tzu a quiet meeting, I think you are impatient!"

With a slap, Xue Qin fell heavily to the ground, and her brain swirled.

He stroked his cheeks in a daze, and gasped helplessly.

The person in front of her is the murderer who killed her father, she has no ability to avenge her father, she can only be at the mercy of it, even Yan Jiujiu she can't help it, she is so wronged, full of heartache, all crying at this moment.

"Don't cry, it's noisy, I was full last night, so I didn't go, don't you plan to go tonight..."

Seeing that she was crying pitifully, the young man was a little irritable, so he simply explained.

"What are you going to?

Unwilling roar, full of mockery.

"Gone, where did you go?"

The young man was a little stunned and asked.

"Maybe go to Muchen Palace!"

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he swept the young man's face, and hope rekindled in his heart.

"Where is Mu Chendian?"

"Just to the west... There are quite a few disciples there, I believe that with your strength, you shouldn't be afraid?"

Slowly approaching the young man, with some flattery in his eyes, a pair of white and tender hands caressed his shoulders.

"Help me kill that woman, and everyone, I'm yours..."

In the next close, a pair of proudly erect soft, clinging to the young man's back, wrapped around his neck, held back the nausea, and gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Well... That's what you said. ”

kissed her delicate jade lips.

This night, some people were immersed in the unbridled thrill of revenge, while others were in dire straits.

The young man came to the realm of Muchen Hall as promised, and the corners of his evil mouth were raised.

Then the entire Muchen Hall resounded with a cruel roar and all kinds of screams of fear, which lasted until dawn.

The young man was dressed in a gray shirt, standing in the Muchen Palace, and glanced at the dilapidated hall where the blood flowed like a river.

He frowned, flicked his sleeves and left.

He searched all the places, but there was not a single female cultivator who crossed the spirit realm.

"How dare you lie to me, see how the deity cleans you up. ”

In the early morning of the second day, Yan Jiujiu woke up slightly, supported himself, as if he had a dream, shook his head, and couldn't remember clearly.

She has been feeling very tired lately, maybe she is really tired, and she may be a little unbearable when things happen.

Thinking about it like this, she was a little self-deprecating, she didn't even want to eat her favorite fruit recently, and sure enough, she loved one word, harming others and herself, tidying up, and flew towards Mu Chen Palace.

She hadn't been back for a long time, and the old man in Muyang would definitely be blowing his beard and glaring again.

Every time she thinks about it, she wants to laugh, she is so angry when she is old.

When she arrived at the gate of Mu Chen's Palace, she felt that something was wrong, and she looked at the unenchanted mountain gate around her in a daze.

My mind was a little foggy for a while, when was there no need for the connection world here? Aren't you afraid of demon beast infestation?

Shook his head helplessly, Xu is the old man is old, forget it, and with a wave of his hand, a light blue mist appeared.

Ignoring it, she flew straight forward, but when she fell into the main hall, she stumbled.

The body couldn't help but take a step back, and suddenly shivered, and his eyes widened, looking at everything in the hall in horror.

"Old man Mu... No, it's not true, it's not true..."

After a quick search, she found Mu Yang's body under the bookcase in a corner, but when she helped him up, his body was so stiff that there was no trace of Yihao's temperature.

"Old man, wake up... What's going on? Who is it? Who is it?"

Yan Jiujiu, who was trembling all over, clenched his hands into fists, and a monstrous anger erupted all over his body.

His eyes were blood-red, and tears were swaying down his eyes.

glanced at Mu Yang's corpse, wiped the blood off his face, and his fingers kept trembling.

Mu Yang treated her very well, he was like a father, giving her a strange warmth.

Every time, she scolded and said that she was not angry, but secretly she would still send her disciples to send the best spiritual fruit and spiritual food to her cave.

He would often come to see her, and even on matters related to cultivation, as long as she asked, he would never be ambiguous.

She had long regarded this place as her home, and although moving mountains was not bad for her, she still felt more cordial with Old Man Mu.

Maybe it's because Old Man Mu is lonely, has no children and no daughters, and vaguely, in the past three years of getting along, she has already regarded him as a father.

"Old man Mu... Wake up, tell me, who killed you, who was so cruel... I'm going to find him out and avenge you!"

Tearful screams, choked shaking cold corpses.

At this moment, she was very helpless, only crying, and only tears, could she understand her despair.

After crying for a long time, she gradually raised her cold face.

Looking around the hall, it was scattered, and it was obvious that the person who came was definitely a person with high mana, and his methods were cruel.

Slowly stood up, and a flash of fire appeared in his hand.

Stand on top of the highest mountain range and look down at the sea of fire below.

Yan Jiujiu's face was filled with unprecedented condensation.

Everyone, the hundred disciples, and all the elders, all died.

What kind of hatred, what kind of grudge, to be so cruel, not a single person will be left alive.

She hated, hated the murderer, and hated herself, why didn't she come back early, if she hadn't stayed in the mortal world yesterday, wouldn't this have happened.

If she had come back earlier and worked hard, she would have taken care of them.

But now... It's too late to say anything.

Looking at the sea of fire below, his eyes were full of monstrous hatred and unwilling sorrow.

"No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price, this account will be paid with blood, and if I don't break your body into ten thousand pieces, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!"

With a strong grip of both hands, the entire mountain range collapsed in an instant, and large swaths of gravel fell and gradually folded into a protrusion.

Since then, the Immortal Cultivation Realm, Muchen Palace, has been completely annihilated in the long river of history.

Only this Muchen Mountain still retains the memories of its predecessors.

After doing all this, Yan Jiujiu looked up at the blue scorching sun.

The sky is blue, the sun is blazing, and the hearts of the people who shine are warm, but she has no heart, and the too hot and bright can't soothe her cold.

Shaking his body, he finally glanced at the bulging fortress, and walked away in white clothes.