"I ......" Qian Qian also wanted to scold Yu Kenxin again to relieve his anger, in Mo Chou's memory, the sword spirit stained with the blood of the Mo family was demonic, and he would kill everything ruthlessly, unless he had made a double contract, he could only wait for death.

That's why when he was on it, Qian Qian was so worried about asking Cheng, thinking that this sword spirit was the Emperor Evil Deity, and he wanted to drag Wen Cheng to absorb her blood to avenge the demons, and he would come up with such a stupid way to hurt his palm to make a contract.

Now it seems that the blood of the Mo family is a catalyst, so that the heart of the sword and the heart of the sword and the heart of the heart are integrated, there is such a shameless thing, the killing is not decisive at all, and the heart is bigger than the sky, and there is no momentum that the sword spirit should have.

It's really a sword spirit with a split personality, and no one can stop it!

Wen Qian was holding back the fire in his heart and wanted to vent it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was gagged by Xingzi with greed, and silently asked him why he didn't save Zhao Heng first.

"Phew! You're a cat! What are you going to do but feed me bugs! ”

Wen Qian vomited the greedy marrow in his mouth disgustingly, and Apricot was not to be outdone, resisted, jumped on Wen Qian's shoulder, scratched Wen Qian twice, and then used all his strength to conjure up a human face and spit out

"Are you a man or not! Save your sister so decisively, save my young master before the wolf is afraid of the tiger and afraid of the tiger like a ......coward."

Before the husband could say the word, Apricot fell from Wen Qian's shoulder from exhaustion and fainted.

Wen Qian was still a little jealous of the apricot, who suddenly turned into a human-headed cat, but when he saw her fall off his shoulder, he still reached out and took it, put her on the ground smoothly, and by the way, buried her under the corpse of the greedy marrow, only exposing her to the outside with a cat head.

"Mikenkoro! Can you purify the soul of my ancestors without hurting Zhao Heng, they were also sacrificed because they were helplessly bound by fame and fortune, except for Mo Xun, can others give them a chance to reincarnate? ”

Wen Qian made up his mind, and at this time it was time for him to pretend to be a bodhisattva and control the field.

"The deity doesn't like the white lotus with the heart of the Virgin, if you want to be kind, you are challenging the bottom line of the deity!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword and stabbed a sword at Zhao Heng's feet, pulling it out violently, and the black mist that seemed to be inhuman poured out of the wound one after another, screaming and roaring like a headless fly crashing around the wall of the well.

Zhao Heng's left leg quickly retracted like a deflated balloon, his skin appeared with many folds, the surface was red, swollen and blackened as if poisoned, and the whole leg was thicker than a normal person.

"See, give others a chance Zhao Heng must die! His leg is gone! If the deity kills them directly now, Zhao Heng will only shed his skin, are you sure you still want to save your ancestors? ”

Wen Qian didn't rush to answer, but quickly flipped through Mo Chou's memory, he wanted to know what was going on now and why Zhao Heng's leg was useless.

Just when Wen Qian just found out the reason, it was the resentful soul who used Zhao Heng's body to purify his grievances, and if they wanted to return to his human form, Zhao Heng had to bear all the grievances alone, and those who had cultivated spiritual power could say that they could carry it hard by converting, and if the other party was an ordinary person, they would die because they couldn't bear the resentment.

Wen Cheng didn't know when she woke up, and she was stunned to see that Yu Jian Xin was tugging at the bellows chain, wanting to tie Zhao Heng, who was already fat into a ball, to the wall of the well, she reached out and dragged Wen Qian's clothes and stood up.

"You have a way to save him, right? Your brother was eroded by a skeleton in the tomb until only a skeleton remained, why can't you do it now? It's all life, you will sympathize with the three-year-old demon child, why can't you sympathize with the twenty-year-old? In addition to showing off some of his nature, he is still very good, or is it ...... Do you have another purpose and want to see our selection? ”

As soon as Ask Cheng spoke, Qian didn't speak again, waiting for Edgeworth's answer.

"Another white lotus, if your Mo family ancestors are all this virtue, the deity will not be reduced to doubting life, questioning the meaning of the existence of the bronze sword in the world, whether it is slaughter or killing to stop killing, but now the deity doesn't want to think about this complicated issue anymore, if a killing blade saves people, but it will ruin your reputation, you two yellow-mouthed children are responsible for the deity!"

Yu Kenxin said as he used the tip of the sword to carefully cut through Zhao Heng's skin, the wound was not deep, barely allowing the black mist to gush out, and making Zhao Heng's skin slowly retract.

"Are you so kind-hearted that you want to get to know these guys? This, Mo Tianen, the son of the thirty-second generation head of the Mo family, this Mo Mingjue, Mo Chou's elder brother......"

One by one, Edgeworth's heart introduced a few clouds of black gas that looked like a human mist, and asked Orange if he couldn't recognize the difference between the black mist that Edgeworth's words were, and which one it was, only knowing that they were all circling around him.

"Brother, what's going on, we've become a large-scale recognition meeting? Is it unified to call the ancestors, or is it ......"

Wen Cheng was so confused about the seniority that he didn't know what to call it, so he could only turn to Qian Qian for help.

"I know what the situation is, and I have recognized a bunch of ancestors for myself for a while, anyway, as long as they are purified and purified again, and can take into a human form, they can be taken away by the ghost to be reincarnated in the Yin Division."

"Then why can't you send them away now, I'm nervous with the ancestor of Yijing, will you be urged to marry?"

Ask Cheng back to the question that Qian Gang answered.

"Let me tell you this, Mo Jianxin's father is Mo Chou's uncle, knowing that the family does not have a real divine blade to support the façade, others will always expose the improper family bloodline, and the person who tells him that the family blood is not correct is his grandmother, and his grandmother is the one who was sent to Kunlun Mountain to serve the Queen Mother of the West as a witch with the Wen family."

"Brother, this history is so long, I didn't learn well in history class, you probably shorten the relationship network, just let me understand why this group of ancestors are entangled in a mess."

"The first generation of the Mo family sent their daughter Mo Qi to Kunlun Mountain, in order to let her daughter learn some skills to protect herself in troubled times, Mo Qi met Wen Xing, and the two of them were together for everything, but when they taught the art of casting soldiers, the works of the two people were very different."

"I also vaguely see a little bit of this memory that I know about the heart of the sword, it seems to be a soldier spirit with its own, a shell with nothing in it."

"Just understand, let's fast forward, Wen Xing has become the chief witch, and the treatment of building weapons for the big tribe is naturally rising, Mo Qi can only go back to the tribe of the Mo family at that time, build weapons for his own people, and deal with ordinary tribal conflicts, after all, people fight with each other for resources, but if they encounter unnatural forces such as demons and monsters, they can only be slaughtered, and everyone in the clan will spill their resentment on Mo Qi, blaming her for not having the ability to even learn a little fairy art."

"And then those who opposed it were sacrificed to the sword?"

"Clever! Moqi's father is also a tribal leader, and his daughter can't hold his face when he is criticized, so he sacrifices a few critics and discovers another use of weapons, weapons can be used, and face is gained, but only a few lives are sacrificed, which is still negligible in ancient times. ”

"Then you ran into the Jedi Tiantong, and the Mo family desperately protected the master's reputation?" Q Orange has already guessed a rough idea.

"Well, the original person has a long life, Mo Qi lived until Mo Chou was born, she also opposed the murder of the sword from the beginning, and then acquiesced in her father's behavior, and finally took the initiative to do it, in order to cast the reputation of the first weapon, the angel gradually turned into a devil."

"Then the ancestors of this well are all ...... Sword Spirit? ”

"No, after Mo Jianxin jumped into the furnace with Yu Sha in his arms, the Mo family sealed here, and now the ancestors in this well are all short-lived ghosts who were hooked by Mo Xun's soul, they are not family members, they don't know what happened in the family before, and they all died in vain and they are resentful, and the last one is dragged to be assimilated by Mo Xun, and then to harm the other men of the Mo family, it is right for my father to be carried down the mountain in time, otherwise it will ......."

Wen Qian was talking to Wen Cheng, and Yu Jian Xin was still cutting through Zhao Heng's skin, when suddenly there was a sound of stones hitting the wall of the well.

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