"Don't spew blood. Filthy Dust roared angrily.

"Really, if it's really bloody, why are you so angry!

"My family was indeed killed by the enemy, and I took revenge by killing the enemy. Their resentment has gathered, and it is already unconscious, and I am just asking them to help me practice, what's wrong with that? Filthy Dust scolded sharply.

"Unconscious?Is your family killed by the enemy?Who is the enemy?Can you tell me? No, you don't need to say it, let them tell me!"

"Trying to destroy my filthy sword, dreaming. Filthy dust scolded angrily and attacked Mo Liqing, he wanted to fight for his life with Mo Liqing's Yuan Shen.

"You, fragile primordial god, also want to stop me?" Mo Liqing spat with some disdain, and with a wave of his backhand, he directly shook the filthy dust back.

Filthy Chen's cultivation was not as deep as Demon Liqing, and if it wasn't for the Filthy Sword before, he would have been killed by Demon Liqing. Now to compare the Yuan God with the Demon Rite Qing is even more fantastical.

Before Mo Liqing was a god, when he was still a guard of Jiameng, the four brothers were working for the Shang Dynasty and were killed by Huang Tianhua, and then they were waiting for the gods to be sealed on the god platform in the state of a primordial god.

The strength of their primordial gods is far superior to that of monks of the same cultivation, not to mention that the filthy dust is inferior to him.

"Do it to me, kill him, or you will all be gone. Under the blow of Mo Liqing, Filthy Dust was directly defeated, and he also knew the gap between the two primordial gods.

He wants to intimidate his "relatives" so that they can deal with Mo Liqing.

However, at this time, their hatred for filthy dust far outweighed their fear. They could see that the Demon Rite Qing had the strength to deal with the filthy dust, and the ability to help them. This is their only chance of relief, so they have to fight anyway.

"You filthy things, you dare to disobey my orders and kill yourself. At this time, Filthy Chen's face was full of madness, and he saw words in his mouth, and suddenly saw a dazzling white light emanating from the filthy sword, which was like flowing water, rolling towards his "relatives", wanting to wash them away.

How could Mo Liqing let this happen in front of him.

Filthy Chen's behavior did Mo Liqing a favor.

Just now he heard Chang Mingsuo, and knew that it was the key to unraveling the grievances of this group of accused, and he needed to let them take him over.

Now Filthy Dust took the initiative to urge, so that Mo Liqing suddenly saw the Changming Lock.

At the light source, it was a lock that emitted a blinding white light. The Demon Rite Qingyuan God rolled in the air, turning into a ghostly light, facing the white light.

The ghostly light was about to wash towards the white light of resentment, and it was completely stopped.

As if pushing a piston, the white light was pushed back little by little, and in a moment, it was in front of the lock.

Mo Liqing's five fingers turned into claws, reached out and reached out, grabbed it, and crushed it.

After this lock was broken, I saw spells flying out of the group of resentful spirits, and after the spells flew out, they seemed to be relieved.

Together, they flew to Mo Liqing's side, and Mo Liqing knew that they had something to tell him. He stretched out his hand, only to see that after those grievances approached him, they passed him a picture that had been buried for many years, and this picture was what they all saw back then.

With the power of the primordial god, Mo Liqing transformed what he saw into an image and transmitted it beyond the barrier.

Outside, everyone saw a light curtain formed by spiritual power appear in the air, and above the light curtain, a mountain villa appeared.

Above the villa, there are three big characters.

Yemingso!

Many people don't think anything about this villa, but some of them have a big reaction all at once.

Because this Yemingzhuang is the villa of the family of the Filthy Dust.

The filthy dust of the Ming Ming is called Ge Brand, there is a treasure on Gejiazhuang, called Changming Lock, this treasure is obtained by Ge Branding accidentally, this lock has been emitting white light, even if it is placed in the depths of the villa, the night villa will also be brightened by this white light, therefore, the villa is named Yemingzhuang.

However, those who know will not have time to reminisce about the past, and soon there will be an unacceptable mirror image in front of them.

Above the light curtain, there was Filthy Dust, although he was a little younger than the current Filthy Dust, and he was wearing luxurious clothes, but he could still recognize him.

He seemed to be crazy at this time, his face was distorted, and he was holding a sword in his hand, and he was approaching his relatives step by step.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could see that his relatives were begging for mercy and crying bitterly.

It's just that everything was to no avail, and the sword in his hand still fell on the neck of the person in Yemingzhuang.

He is like a madman, slaughtering his own relatives.

With the slaughter on the side, he seemed to laugh, as if he was crying.

Looking at these mirror images, the people who watched only felt a chill down their spines, it was not terrible for a person to be killed by others, it was terrible to be killed by the people closest to him.

The people on this battlefield, there are great good and great evil, these people all have one thing in common, they will not attack their own relatives. Some people may take action because they have hatred for a certain loved one, but they will not take action against all their loved ones.

What Filthy Dust did, that was killing all his relatives!

Those people, who have their parents, wives and children, are not worthy of being human beings.

At this time, Filthy Dust had already recovered the Yuan Shen, and he knew that his affairs were told to Mo Liqing by those dirty things, and his ugly things would be exposed to the world.

He's going to get out in a hurry, and then, get out of here.

As soon as Filthy Dust came out, he saw the disgusted eyes of the people around him.

However, he didn't have time to say anything, because his body was in the enchantment, and he had been blocked by those resentments in the filthy sword before, but now, the resentment had dissipated, and countless spears rose up again and killed him.

And the Demon Rite Qingyuan God also returned, he controlled the spear in the enchantment, and when he was close to the filthy dust, he stopped, and did not kill it all at once.

"I'm curious, why did you kill your own relatives?" asked Mo Liqing.

Mo Liqing thought that he had not encountered such a madman, and he wondered what kind of distorted psychology allowed him to do such a thing as an ordinary monk.

"Haha...... Haha, why, why, it's really funny, isn't this simple? For the sake of cultivation, for immortality, you people, who doesn't desire immortality? I have cultivated to Huafan, which is very strong, but Huafan will still die, unable to live forever, I want to continue to break through, it is they who have dragged me down, because with care, I must cut off these worries, cut off all the worries in the red dust. I didn't live with them, if I hadn't been there, with their cultivation, would they have been able to live that long? They could have lived so comfortably for so many years, I gave them that, they enjoyed that life for decades, shouldn't they repay me? I have a clear conscience. "Filthy Dust said madly.

"If you have a clear conscience, why do you want to call Filthy Dust and not dare to use your real name?" said Mo Liqing, and as soon as he raised his hand, thousands of spears were thrust into Filthy Dust.

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