Mo Typhoon finally heard the tune as he wished, and Ah Xun blew the tune......

The banquet outside the ancestral hall has not had time to sit down, and the wedding wine on the table has not had time to drink half a cup.

The people of the Motai family looked up at the scarlet full moon in the night sky, and they even forgot to make a sound.

Dyed blood-colored by the sound of the flute, not only the lonely moon, but also the water that swayed brightly in the Liao River under the moon, there were constantly black shadows floating down from the upper reaches of the water, and it was actually a floating coffin one after another, and the dense corpses were broken from the water, in the coffin, stretching out their shriveled arms and climbing ashore......

And in the ancestral hall, the ebony tablets scattered on the ground mean that the ancestors of the Motai family are unwilling to accept Ah Xun, or even ostracized, their attitude is so violent, so violent that the mess in one place.

From ancient times to the present, such a thing as the fall of the ancestral god position is a taboo and a big bad luck.

And the spiritual position of the Motai family that has fallen undoubtedly made the old patriarch's sky collapse.

The old patriarch looked at Ah Xun tremblingly: "Girl, you go out first!" ”

Even though the old man was a little uneasy in his heart, he still didn't want to blame a girl rashly because of this.

As for the words of the old patriarch, Ah Xun seemed to have heard of it, his fingers were still beating on the flute hole, and the phoenix crown on his body was reflected by the moonlight.

Mo Feng's stubbornness and rebellion as a young man finally burst out at this moment.

In front of the ancestors and ancestors, Mo Feng, who bowed three times and bowed nine times and only bowed once, stood up, stretched out his hand to hold Ah Xun, and said such rebellious words: "Ah Xun, the ancestors of the Motai family don't want you, I want it!" Even if my ancestors don't recognize me as a descendant, I will marry you!" ”

In this way, he said it in front of the ancestors and ancestors, and it was naturally exchanged for a resounding slap.

Mo Taiyan scolded the rebel son in horror, and knelt down to kowtow to the ancestors for his son.

At the end of the song, there were no more tears in Ah Xun's eyes, no sadness or joy, and he couldn't see a trace of emotion coming out calmly.

Ah Xun gently shook off Mo Feng's hand and took her, just glanced at him coldly.

Mo Tai's heart froze, and Ah Xun's expression was so unfamiliar that it made Mo Tai take two steps back.

Ah Xun Muran walked towards the two stone statues step by step, Mo Taiyan and his wife, the old patriarch, and Mo Taifeng...... It all seemed to disappear from her eyes.

When Ah Xun stretched out his hand to the small wooden coffin, the ancestral hall of the Motai family was faintly shaken, and the sawdust fell in a rustle, and the countless spiritual positions of the ancestors of the Motai family poured out one after another half-floating phantoms, glaring at Ah Xun.

Ah Xun flicked his fingers lightly and pinched an extremely strange gesture out, like an upside-down blood lotus.

At that moment, Mo Typhoon's back began to chill, and he remembered the ancient corpse that crawled out of the riverbank in that "nightmare......

But in front of him, it is clearly Ah Xun, who is going to marry him today......

The old patriarch, who finally realized something, pointed at Ah Xun with trembling hearts, angry, puzzled and self-blamed, the face of this mentally healthy old man turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground holding his chest.

Mo Taiyan also realized something, pushed his crying woman out of the ancestral hall, and asked Ah Xun unwillingly: "My husband and wife treat you like this, why do you want to harm my Mo Tai family......

But Ah Xun's twisted fingers evoked a boundless crimson red, submerging the ancestral hall of the Motai family, and dispersing the phantom shadows that emerged on the spiritual seat.

Typhoon still doesn't want to believe what is happening in front of him.

The red lantern with the words "A Hundred Years of Good Harmony" was blown by the evil wind that swept wildly in the sky, scraped on the branches, and fluttered coldly......

Mo Taiyan tore Mo Tai Typhoon's collar, and his voice was hoarse: "Go back, take the sword!" If the sword is there, there will be a glimmer of life in my Motai family......"

Mo Feng stumbled out of the ancestral hall, and in the ancestral hall, his father's unwilling and angry question was once again heard: "Ah Xun, my Motai family is worthy of you, why will I take revenge ......?"

The sound stopped abruptly.

And outside the ancestral hall, it has already become a sea of blood.

The more than 300 unarmed Motai families had no power to resist in front of those ancient corpses covered with fine hair.

Mixed with a scream of fear, it pierced Mo Tai's heart, like hell.

Mo Feng stared blankly at his mother's dying death, still reminding himself to run away......

I just felt that the world was spinning in front of me, and my brain was buzzing.

Blood light everywhere, elders of the same clan. Brothers of the same clan, one after another, fell in front of him.

Mo Feng shouted at the figure in the ancestral hall in a wedding dress and shouted: "Ah Xun, is it really you?" ”

Ah Xun lowered his eyes and slowly walked out of the darkness of the ancestral hall holding the small wooden coffin, and indifferently passed by Mo Feng's side, and the newlywed phoenix crown on his body was so dazzling......

Under the blood moon, the wine on the banquet is still quietly placed, and on the wine altar, the blood is still dripping, and the previous noise is like a world away.

The moment he came out of Ah Xun, the hideous ancient corpse that was rushing towards the Mo typhoon suddenly stopped, and slowly fell to the ground in a strange posture.

It was as if a red flame was burning in his chest, which made Mo Feng gasp, and his eyes turned black for a while.

Those ancient corpses are actually worshipping Ah Xun.

Ah Xun, shrouded in blood, stood so quietly.

The hem of the wedding dress is still long and dragged on the heel, and it is as strange as an evil ghost.

Ah Xun Muran seemed to have nothing to do with her, including Mo Feng, who was wearing a champion suit......

It's as if this big wedding is just a game for her.

In the corner, a somewhat familiar figure suddenly rushed out with a roar.

Motaizhuang's eyes were stained with tears, he was the only one in the Motai family who came to the marriage tonight with a sword in hand.

Since the death of the old monk, Motaizhuang's sword has never left his body.

Mo Taizhuang held his sword and stabbed at Ah Xun with a roar like an upright beast.

When he reacted, the sword had already stabbed in front of Ah Xun's body, but it was swept by the bamboo flute and broken in two......

Mo Taizhuang's body was twisted like a shrimp, lying on the ground in pain, but tears were falling from his eyes.

When Mo Typhoon rushed over and helped him up, Mo Taizhuang was convulsing all over his body, and blood mixed with black lumps was pouring out of his mouth, and he was sobbing weakly.

Mo Feng looked up to the sky and cried: "Xiaozhuang, what you can say, you could have told me......"

Mo Taizhuang's eyes moved with difficulty, and finally glanced at the figure of Ah Xun who was standing quietly, and cried aggrieved like a child: "I...... Thought...... Sister A-Xun...... It won't hurt us...... She's so good-looking......"

As he spoke, Mo Taizhuang trembled and handed the broken sword in his hand to Mo Tai's eyes, his eyes became darker and darker, and his chest was red with blood: "Wind ...... Brother Feng, Sword ...... Sword! ”

Sword!

This was the last word Mo Taizhuang said, and until he died, he was calling Sister Ah Xun.

Mo Feng clutched the broken sword tightly, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he lowered his head and hissed at Ah Xun: "Kill me!" ”

Ah Xun didn't look at Mo Typhoon, holding the small wooden coffin in both hands, and disappeared into the blood of the Liao River without looking back......

The red lanterns in the treetops are still fluttering in the night wind, like blood-stained spirit flags, calling the dead souls of the Motai family with a faint and resentful heart......

Hate is also for a lifetime.