"Tan Hua!" Mo Qiu saw Tan Hua's left arm fall in a parabola.

Tan Hua stumbled back, and Pastoral Song took advantage of the victory to chase and kill. Pastoral's chest was bathed in flowing blood, and he suffered a heavy blow, and every time he breathed, his lungs collapsed a little, but he still inhaled heavily in severe pain, and then dismembered the armor on Tan Hua's body with a painful straight split. Tan Hua was slashed to pieces, his armor became scattered in the slashing of the storm, and the bright blood splashed on the madrigal's body, as if hanging with crystal clear magma. The pain that Tan Hua inflicted on Pastoral Song was returned even more violently, and he opened his mouth wide in the dense Ling Chi, and a miserable scream continued until he lost his voice, and he could no longer make a clear cry.

In the blink of an eye, the six slashes of the pastoral song were completed, and Tan Hua's left arm was also missing. Tan Hua was covered in blood, rolled his eyes, and knelt down in a delirious "poof", his bare torso shook, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he was grabbed by the collar by the madrigal.

"Say, why do you implicate Xiao, how do you know that Xiao is my woman!" Madrigal suddenly became irritable, and when he was no longer gentle, no longer silent, his roar shook the ceiling, and it was terrifying.

At this moment, Tan Hua finally regretted it, he once thought that Pastoral would be steadily suppressed by a one-star martial god, but he didn't expect that Pastoral would be able to endure, improve and cheer up in severe pain, weakness, and failure. Tan Hua finally realized that perhaps Madrigal's identity was as humble as a two-star samurai, but in the spiritual realm, this samurai was as reserved as an ancient nobleman.

Tan Hua remembered his insult to Madrigal, and remembered Madrigal's eyes that hid fire. When he was pointing fingers from above, Tan Hua didn't expect him to be where he is today, and Tan Hua didn't even think about it, as a poor man, what is wrong with self-improvement? Pastoral Song's thirst for power is a curse imposed by Li Hong on the Han Gate, and Pastoral Song is persevering because of this. There will always be poor families to fight for power, and Madrigal is only one of the strongest members.

Tan Hua lost desperately, and even more frightened. He loses his fighting spirit and tries to beg for mercy.

"Li Valve! It was the owner of Li Valu who stole himself, called your private information, and provided us with a target for attack!" Tan Hua was grabbed by the pastoral song, and his consciousness was blurred in pain, and he immediately confessed to him.

Li ...... Which Li valve?" Madrigal was in a trance. He couldn't believe it.

"It's the Li valve who is mainly engaged in the energy field! It is the gate valve of the father of the nation, President Li Hong, and the brother of the valve owner is called Li Du, and he provided all the information with the aim of treating you to death!" Tan Hua died until he was dying, and he did not forget to shirk his responsibility: "He provided funds and channels, and the action was also planned by him, and I am just the executor!"

"That Dusk's wife......" Madrigal was struck in the soft underbelly, and he tried to confirm it in disbelief.

"Yes! Li Du's wife is the vice president in charge of strategic security, and Li Du's daughter is the youngest Valkyrie Legion Commander!" Tan Hua said hoarsely, "I'll tell you everything I know! Don't kill me!"

Madrigal's fury was like lava overflowing the crater, his eyes widened with anger, and Tan Hua's scalp tightened more and more, and Tan Hua's screams became more and more terrible. But Moqiu ignored it - in his eyes, first of all, Tan Hua was not a good partner at all, secondly, as long as Moqiu stopped the ceremony, he could calmly execute the prostrated madrigal, and most importantly, if the ceremony was successful, even if Tan Hua was saved, it would be useless, the blood god would take over everything, and no one could be a winner.

Murphy, on his own, has no certainty of violently destroying rituals. He had to convince Madrigal to take the initiative to quit: "Madrigal! I must make it clear to you, no one is lying in the golden coffin, even if it is your mother lying inside, after she sits up, she will let you know what cruelty is!"

With a "stab" sound, Pastoral Ge unexpectedly pulled Tan Hua's scalp off, and Tan Hua suddenly rolled to the ground and made a donkey sound.

Madrigal stood up panting, restrained himself from losing his temper, glanced at the hair in his hand with an unbearable face, immediately threw it away in disgust, and then replied tiredly: "I asked myself: Will resurrecting Xiao in such a reckless way cause a more troublesome situation?" However, the whole world is my enemy, I am so lonely, I really wish there was such a person, I am sincere to her, she will also repay me, neither hurt me, nor betray me, how good would it be? Every time I think of this, I just want Xiao to come back to me. If doing so will cause trouble, then wait until the trouble arises, and the trouble will be continuous anyway. ”

Tan Hua, who is worse than death, heard the fragile side of the pastoral song in this speech. Anyway, when he was dying, he simply gave up the idea of begging for mercy, and viciously ridiculed the madrigal: "It's very heartbroken, isn't it? It's very sad! All the efforts have not been recognized by Li Valve; all the love can't escape the hurt in the end! Hahahaha! I understand you! hahahaha!"

Mo Qiu roared angrily: "Tan Hua, don't provoke him! You will drag me to the funeral!"

When Pastoral heard the words "Li Valve", his head buzzed, and his thoughts about Xiao became even more intense, so he decided to pull out the golden thorns on his body like an arrow and throw them at Moqiu.

With Moqiu's speed, it was easy to dodge the golden thorns, and the purpose of the pastoral song was to force Moqiu back.

Murphy retreated with hatred, his efforts to sabotage the ritual were instantly undone.

The mausoleum is back in motion, and the light is full of light. The nine gods were successfully unlocked, and the "Karma Container" confined to another fragmented universe also returned to the three-dimensional universe, gradually revealing its shape, which was actually an elegant sword blade floating above the golden coffin.

The blade of the sword is like a long and narrow petal, the blade is smooth, snow-white and stalkless, and the ingenious thing is that when it rotates gracefully, its silhouette is like a crescent moon for a while, a willow leaf for a while, a flying sword for a while, and a silver needle for a while. Only by freezing the picture can the graceful shape of the blade be captured, because its structure goes through the cycle of life over time. This is obviously not a divine weapon that can be created by the three-dimensional universe.

Tan Hua looked up, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and he obviously recognized the origin of this divine weapon. After Moqiu stood firm, he only felt very familiar when he saw this sword blade that came out of nowhere, as if he had a glimpse of some mysterious classics, but he couldn't restore those memories anyway.

Tan Hua struggled to raise his head, like an ugly monitor lizard: "Pastoral, you don't know how stupid you have been! I hope you remember what you did today, because you have been tied to the pillar of shame in history and left a name for eternity!"

Madrigal turned his head to stare at the golden coffin. I saw that the coffin made a dull "squeak" sound, the heavy coffin lid was removed inch by inch, and a pale hand stretched out the coffin.

"What stupid thing did I do?" Madrigal was as cold as an emotionless killer when he was calm, and he was like two people when he lost his temper.

"That blade, called 'Nine Songs', comes from a higher dimension and represents the power of killing. The Faun tamed it with a song of peace. Tan Hua gritted his teeth and stared at the streamlined willow leaf sword, as if facing a great enemy, twitching incessantly, as if facing an existence more terrifying than death: "You are too young to have seen the picture of nine songs dipped in blood and flying - nine is extremely numerous, and the meaning of infinity ......"

"Nine Songs" slowly descended, and the person in the golden coffin slowly sat up, and it turned out to be a beautiful girl with long hair like a waterfall. She opened her beautiful eyes, and the unfocused gaze was both unforgiving and intimidating. As soon as the beautiful long eyelashes were raised, the "Nine Songs" that slowly fell behind her unfolded "Ding, Ding, Ding!", and the pages unfolded, like a nine-fractured fan opening the screen behind the girl, emitting the crisp vibrating sound unique to the blade.

It turns out that this blade can be divided into nine strands, and each blade is unique.

Madrigal stared at the beauty, his breathing gradually steadied as his mind calmed down. Tan Hua in the distance took a breath of cool air and exclaimed as if he had lost his mind: "If the murderous aura cultivates into a human form, it should be as beautiful as this......

With a "bang", a knife blade flashed like white light, passing through Tan Hua's eyebrows like a surgical operation, and nailed into the floor tiles with blood. Tan Hua's corpse slammed to the ground with an expression of admiration, and his feet were still twitching from time to time.