"So that's the case, this Ling Tian Pavilion actually has such great courage, using a real relic to deal with the Thunder God Temple and the Wind God Temple. ”

Listening to Murong Yuxuan's words, Murong Yushi sighed with emotion, and his fear of Ling Tiange in his heart was even deeper. If Ming Mo heard Murong Yuxuan's words just now, she would definitely shout out about demons, just based on the news and her own guesses, she could speculate on things seven or eight times out of ten, Murong Yuxuan's wisdom was definitely at the level of demons, but she couldn't have imagined that Lei Mian was already a person from Ling Tiange, and the so-called ruins were also fake, if this could be guessed by Murong Yuxuan, then Ming Mo would not have to be confused.

"Pavilion Master, my subordinates have seen the Pavilion Master!"

Just as Murong Yushi was about to say something more, a guard hurriedly ran in and knelt down on one knee in front of Murong Yushi.

"What is the hurry, what is the matter?"

Disturbed by this guard's good mood, Murong Yishi held back his anger and asked, usually these guards are well-trained, even if they are knocked on the door, they will not be so impatient, what is going on today?

"Pavilion master, uncle, uncle is here!"

The guard said with some panic as if he had seen a ghost.

"Presumptuous, where did my uncle come from the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion, give me a good talk!"

Listening to the guard's words, Murong Yishi was angry on the spot, just talking about Mingmo, his daughter was in a bad mood, what kind of uncle are you stupid, isn't this adding to Lao Tzu? Murong Jishi wants to strangle this guard's heart.

"No, the pavilion master, it's really my uncle, my aunt who calls himself Mingmo asks to see him, Mingmo Gongzi is not dead, he is outside. ”

Seeing Murong Yushi's gloomy face, the guard hurriedly explained.

"Hearing the words of this guard, Murong Yuxuan was stunned, and Murong Yuxuan was also stunned, that guy is still alive, how is this possible!"

Where is he now?" Murong Yuxuan asked with an excited expression.

"Outside of our clan, I was stopped by someone else!"

Seeing that his eldest lady was in such a hurry, the guard hurriedly replied, and as soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yuxuan turned into a streamer and rushed out.

Seeing his daughter's anxious appearance, Murong Yishi shook his head helplessly, then looked at the guard, and said with a cold expression: "What you said is true, that's Mingmo?"

"Yes, the subordinates don't dare to deceive the pavilion master, that person calls himself Mingmo, and his subordinates are fortunate enough to see the portrait of the prince of Mingmo, which is nine points similar to the portrait of the prince of Mingmo. ”

The guard replied solemnly.

"It's not easy to come out of the burial abyss alive, I have to go and see what is different about this man who makes Xuan'er think about it.

Outside the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion, Ming Mo was blocked out of the door, looking at the city-like place in front of him, Ming Mo was helpless, because he was blocked out by a few young people who didn't open their eyes.

"Boy, as long as you dare to pretend to be the prince of Mingmo, and you don't weigh your own ability, the prince of Mingmo jumped into the abyss of the burial god, there is no possibility of survival, this is a well-known thing, you kid wants to pretend to be the son of Mingmo to beat our eldest lady's idea, boy, you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, otherwise the eldest lady will come, and you will die without a place to be buried. ”

A young man in blue armor from the Tianliu Realm looked at Ming Mo with disdain, and said in a very arrogant tone.

"Why don't anyone believe me when I tell the truth, I'm really Mingmo!"

Ming Mo looked at this arrogant young man, and how could he not understand that he was Murong Yuxuan's suitor, and then said helplessly, now with his strength, he is too lazy to worry about this person.

"Hahaha, if you are the son of Mingmo, then this young master is the master of the Wind God Temple, boy, don't talk big, kneel down and beg for mercy for me, otherwise this young master will not be polite. ”