The Golden City Lord was scorched black, trembling and swishing, and convulsed on the ground. You can almost only see the whites of a pair of eyes.

Before he could react, there was another loud click, and it hit him hard. This time the skin opened and the flesh opened, and those who were close almost smelled the smell of burning.

Some young people couldn't help but turn around and retch, but they had the courage to look at it directly. Look at the culprit who harmed their homeland and their southern city.

Even if there was no Mo Qingye, they would have killed him personally.

Mo Qingye closed his eyes lightly, and only swallowed in his stomach with a sigh. Touching the bulge in the abdomen, my heart calmed down a little.

I only heard that the voice of the Golden City Lord was getting smaller and smaller, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker, so he opened his eyes slightly. But it didn't stop.

"The Great Zhou is a place of my protection, and I hope the world will remember it." After that, this is the punishment.

The foundation of the country has been shaken, and it is inevitable that the people will not have a good life. There is a fixed number of drinks and pecks, and since Mo Qingye has inherited the responsibility of this priest, he will never let people harm himself.

The people were silent, but their eyes lit up a little. It's no longer as lifeless as it was just now, and it's got some life.

Even if the golden city lord only breathed a sigh of relief, no one pleaded. They all looked at him indifferently, watching the man suffer and die.

As soon as he died, the gloom in his heart dissipated.

Mo Qingye saw that everyone's spiritual platform was clear, his eyes were clear, and the depression in his heart was dissipated, so he knew that he had an understanding of this matter. The Lord of the Golden City must die in front of everyone to be relieved. Otherwise, the disaster of Nancheng will sooner or later hit the Great Zhou. Nancheng is in the middle of the dragon vein. Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, the emperor knows that he is only afraid and afraid.

Mo Qingye saw that the Golden City Lord was dying, and with a wave of his little hand, he dispersed the thunderclouds.

It's just that the dark clouds above the head are still so oppressive, which makes people feel shocked and awe-inspired.

Mo Qingye pinched his hands and slightly mobilized a little aura to protect the fetus in his body. Feeling the gentle beating in it, his expression was a little gentler. There is also some temperature on the face. After some complicated pinching, Mo Qingye was also a little tired. There was a little fine sweat on his forehead, and the speed of his hands that were still carrying afterimages before him slowed down, and when he finally sealed it, he could even see that it contained extremely terrifying power just by looking at it.

"Bless all things with my Spirit. In my name, I am intimidating. Disease! Mo Qingye snorted coldly. I saw a pure spiritual power floating straight into the sky, and followed the dark clouds that had not yet dispersed into the distance.

A refreshing fragrance faintly passed over, but the source could not be found. Everyone who heard it was shocked, and they were tired and swept away. The clouds quickly dispersed. Reveal the gentle sun. Shine on the earth. It's a bit extraordinary. I don't know if it's dazzling.

Everyone only felt happy in their hearts. Before I could speak, I saw a sudden change in the sky, and the rain was menacing, and I only felt that the rain was pure with the naked eye. It seems to wash away the filth of the world. There is no place for any filth to be hidden.

The people did not dare to speak. I didn't dare to move. Only Bai Zijin let go, and the hand that covered Chang Ning's eyes held up the umbrella and stood behind Mo Qingye. Pregnant people can't be sloppy.

Chang Ning still had his temperature in his eyes, but he didn't look back to take a second look. Instead, he glanced at Liang Nianyu in front of the great master on the altar, and he didn't know why he was depressed in his heart. It's even a little sour. It's annoying.

The drizzling rain did not show such a depressing sign, but brought a black filth flowing out everywhere it went. Dead or withered plants are the most prominent. Wherever the rain went, it brought a long black stream out of the plants. Everyone was slightly frightened in their hearts, and looked at the Golden City Lord who was no longer human. The smell in the air is also masked by the pungent smell in the vegetation.

"Thank you, Priestess. Thank you, Priest. The women of the people were willing to worship the chief priest's lamp for the rest of their lives as a thank you to the priest for saving his life. Someone cried and shouted, crying and laughing. Looking at the rain that washed away all the filth, those people looked at Mo Qingye's figure like a god.

"The faithful woman is also willing to offer the eternal lamp for the rest of her life to thank the priest for saving her life."

"The little old man is willing to fast for life and worship the ever-bright lamp." The sound of one after another overlapped and lasted for a long time. It seems that this is the only way to express their deepest gratitude from the bottom of their hearts. But he felt that this was far from enough, and in his heart, Mo Qingye had already been put on the altar by them.

Mo Qingye did not stop them from showing overtures, and for the people, the more trusted the priests were, the more they could be reassured. All this is just for peace of mind. The corners of Mo Qingye's mouth hooked, and it seemed that the aura in his body was becoming more and more refined at this time.

Since she took over the Firmament Mountain to benefit Nancheng, it seems that she has also undergone some changes. Mo Qingye's face was a little sincere, but this smile made the great master frown.

Why aren't you drowsy, why don't you feel tired, why do those auras listen to you like this? It is said that a good master is as heavy as Mount Tai and has an unshakable position! The boat of the master and apprentice will capsize, which is simply jealous.

The Great Master has always regarded Mo Qingye as his junior, even if he knew that she was her reincarnation, he never linked the two together in the slightest. The temperament is very different, okay? After thinking about it briefly, the great masters felt creepy.

The juniors who obviously need to be supported by themselves have now grown to such a point that she is still worshiped by all the people, and those who support her from the heart. My heart is a little similar to Chang Ning, and I want to lose my teeth when I am sour.

Mo Qingye looked back at the people who were kneeling down, and then stopped talking. Bai Zijin and Chang Ning followed behind, and the people in front of them spontaneously left a way for her to walk, everything was so natural. I saw that the great master silently stroked his forehead, and forgot the master when he had an apprentice. But I also know that I regret some of the contempt I once had.

Even if their lives are like ants to him, they are trying their best to write the rest of their lives with that short life. It's him, I think it's wrong.

The great master stepped up to follow, and those people respected him a little more when they saw him. It is not as good as the natural closeness that he wanted to be to Mo Qingye just now, and the respect from the heart.

Mo Qingye was a cheeky person, and directly asked people to clean up the City Lord's Mansion and take a group of people to live in. Naturally, the people of Nancheng would not say anything, but were happy that the priest was still in Nancheng.

The rain was still falling, and the filth in the vegetation was washed away. I don't know if it's dazzling, some people still feel that those dry flowers and plants are not so lifeless. Everything is going in a good direction.

Mo Qingye frowned angrily at an urgent letter from the northwest. directly threw it into the brazier and burned it, only to see a few big characters of Liang Chuwen floating among them. (To be continued.) )