He kept kneeling, bowing his head, crying in pain, unable to control his emotions.

The surname is --Ming, but not -, but the last generation of the government--father-adopted an orphan, and in order to repay the saving grace, he dedicated-, loyalty-, paid for all his efforts, and - Hong Kong, was he held to grow up, how could he, as a child, not suffer?

In the moment of their grief, they also felt the breath of Merlin red, which gradually disappeared, and he seemed to leave

"Whew-" Mo Yuanming was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and the entire star cave was dead silent, and the crisp sound of water droplets and rocks could be heard.

"Shhhh Ding was very sad. He raised his head, closed his eyes, and said weakly, "The tripod is not worthy of its ancestors." Next, I asked Brother Yuanming to help me arrange Chen's funeral.

In an instant, the Mo Yuan in his heart was crisp and buzzing, and he was at a loss for what to do!

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The next day, the funeral was held as scheduled, and at the same time, an incident occurred in Nantong County, which also caused a great commotion!

Yesterday, two disciples from Hao Tianmen, a man and a woman, came to Nantong County specifically to verify whether the ancient vision was awakened through Yin Yuan, but the result was in a tavern, the two of them died physically, and some people saw that it was by the little demon Mo!

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The crowd was shocked, Nantong County fryer!

Melanie Red, what power? Isn't he disabled? Even if the normal way of doing things is crazy, how can the gap between elegance and atmosphere be crossed so easily?

At first, no one wanted to believe it, but when the news came, more and more people were shocked by it, and the thought of cruelty made it cold.

At this moment, the Xijing Building, in the guild hall -

"Bang!" Jing Changqing hit the table, his expression was serious, but his eyes flashed with an imperceptible joy.

Originally, he wanted to find a way to take revenge on Jiuyuan Mansion, but now, Mo Ninghong actually killed two Great Haotian protégés, which really helped him.

Angered Hao Tianmen, this is not a joke, Hao Tianmen, there are more than ten strong in the legal stage, the Mo family, so many years of accumulation, it is said that only one tripod breaks through the legal stage, uncertain, establish a base, Hao Tianmen is afraid that there are hundreds, the Mo family, no more than seven!

How to fight? Waiting to die!

Jing Changqing was excited in his heart, but he didn't show it, he can now borrow Hao Tianmen's name to press the nine-yuan house!

"Report!" An immortal entered the hall, half-knelt down, and quickly reported: "Jiuyuan Mansion hangs white curtains today, it is said that Mo Ninghong, the young master of Jiuyuan Mansion, had a meteorite yesterday!"

"Shh Jing Changqing subconsciously clenched his fists, very excited, this whip is finally dead now!

Mo Hong Kong later became a useless person, his personality changed greatly, whenever someone bullied him, he would be in a hurry like a mad dog, fighting to the death and wanting to bite the other party's whole body with a bruise, a purple and a wound, but many of the younger generation of his mansion were a victim.

They were afraid that the ink tripod would doubt the power of Xiangfa, and they didn't dare to take revenge, so they could only order the children in the family to miss Mo Ninghong!

But since throwing the pain in, it has turned into hatred, and they want Mo Ninghong to die early, so, the ink tripod may also suffer a huge blow, maybe the strength will not progress, but it is possible to fall.

But now, Mo Ninghong has passed away, which is undoubtedly a great joy for the Xijing government. Jiuyuan Mansion is hung with white cloth everywhere, and the sad expression is solemn.

The servants of the fairy, the maids, all walked with heavy steps and red eyes.

There was an ice coffin in the auditorium, the cold air dissipated, and the white cloth covered Mo Ninghong's body. No breath, no breath, no heartbeat. Mo Yuanming, as an elder, was wearing filial clothes, pacing around the auditorium with his hands, sometimes sighing, sometimes crying, and looking at the white curtain on the coffin in the ice and snow from time to time, his eyes were already slightly red.

At this time, two immortal masters walked in and said with serious expressions: "The head of Xijing Mansion, there is movement here."

"Humph!" Mo Yuanming clenched his fists and immediately walked out.

But there were about ten people in Xijing Palace, including Jing Changqing, all dressed in red, and there were about ten large red boxes parked in the courtyard.

Mo Yuanming was silent and stared at Jing Changqing coldly. A stream of cold air rushed forward, as if to freeze the earth.

"Hahaha... Jing Changqing gloated, smiled, then smiled coldly, and said mockingly: "Congratulations, the young monarch of the Jiuyuan Palace, you are dead, and your palace is a waste of ......."

"You...... Mo Yuanming gritted his teeth, then condensed his refining qi, hovered over his palm, kept flying, and then came to his hand.

And Jing Changqing has long been ready to defend, and at some point, he has already conjured a silver shield in his hand, which turned out to be a top-level taste magic weapon! Or defend!

"Pull back, turtle! Mo Yuanming sneered and walked out.

Yo!

Suddenly, a handsome and dashing figure fell from the sky and landed in the courtyard of the Jiuyuan Mansion.

The man was eight feet tall, well-proportioned and flawless, dressed in blue, with long hair and a prominent forehead.

This time, it was Mo Ding, who was still full of beards yesterday, but today he has become so beautiful, he is finally out of the rivers and lakes.

After the tripod landed, everyone in the Xijing Palace was shocked, including Jing Changqing, who had a solemn face and a suspicious expression. Even though he had a top-level defensive immortal treasure in his hand, he was still a little lacking in confidence.

Because at this time, the ink tripod gives people a deep, endless feeling, this feeling is not available at the base of the body, that is to say, the ink tripod has really broken through the stage of the law and has become the top of the Shenyuan Continent without a strong one!

Mordin's eyes swept down the body of the people of Xijing Mansion with cold eyes, and he didn't speak, but that kind of momentum made people feel like they were facing a great enemy.

Jing Changqing felt a little guilty, and a little cold sweat began to appear on his body, but he still looked calm on the surface.

"Oh-who am I, it turns out to be Lord Mofu, you are finally willing to show up!" Jing Changqing didn't care about his appearance, and said seriously: "Look, the mansion master is really a genius, and he has really broken through the boundaries of the law, congratulations!"

Mudin glanced at him, but didn't answer. He asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm," Jing Changqing said, a malicious smile on his face. "Your son has the audacity to slaughter the messenger of Hao Tianmen.

"Oh?" Mo Ding's face was indifferent, and a pair of eyes could see through, "That's it!"

He nodded nonchalantly, and the sea of air slowly turned, unleashing its power.

Around him, the wind blew stronger and stronger, and countless arcs appeared in the air, constantly converging and overlapping, until finally it turned into a huge circular totem, with a dragon chanting and a tiger roaring. That terrifying force swept through the surroundings in an instant, unexpectedly making the earth tremble slightly.

"Nope! Jing Changqing said secretly, frightened and discolored, and suddenly silent, he didn't even have the courage to fight, so he immediately swept away and escaped.

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With one hand of the tripod, the shadow of this terrifying huge totem suddenly flew out, sweeping around, threatening and shattering the earth, making the sky dark, and this totem finally became bigger and bigger, instantly covering the body of more than a dozen people in the palace, including Jing Changqing.