Gift to the Emperor's Palace?

I'm afraid it's you, the hall master, who wants to take the blood of the demigods for yourself.

"It's good to give it to Senior Mu." He muttered.

The corners of Si Xuanmo's eyes twitched: "......"

scolded in his heart: This kid is really unenlightened!

An hour later—

Seeing that the Yuejian Heavenly Palace was about to be closed, there were still some disciples who had not come out, and those who did not come out could basically be judged dead.

This time, there were a total of thirty-six trialists who entered, and in the end, only eighteen came out, and the mortality rate was as high as half.

Some people rejoice, and naturally some people are sad.

The most worrying thing is Si Mingyue.

"What's going on? My disciples of the Bright Moon Palace, four people, one didn't come out? Si Mingyue's face was as pale as a dead man, anxious, and her eyes frequently looked in the direction of the gate of Yuejian Heavenly Palace, "Impossible, how can they all die?" ”

"If the other three people die, there is still a possibility, Ji'er will never die! Before she entered, she was already a cultivator of the First Order Martial Sect! ”

The Ji Er in Si Mingyue's mouth naturally refers to Ji Jian Ji.

"What about Qi Mo? Why didn't Qi Mo come out? ”

The Qingfeng Hall Lord was not calm anymore, and the whole person fell into an extremely anxious mood, "He's a beast trainer!" A rare beast with primeval blood, nothing should happen to you! ”

The Qingfeng Hall Lord also frequently looked towards the exit place, but unfortunately, until the gate of the Yuejian Heavenly Palace was completely closed, he couldn't see the figure of his beloved disciple Zuo Qimo.

Qi Mo ...... It's really dead. ”

After a long time, the Lord of the Clear Wind Hall finally accepted this cruel truth.

"Deputy hall master, I heard that Senior Brother Zuo Qimo was killed by Ye Luo." A trialist, taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, quietly sent the news.

The pupils of the Qingfeng Hall Lord shrank suddenly, and a deep hatred crossed his face: "Ye Luo? Is it really Ye Luo? Her cultivation should not be able to kill Qi Mo. Could it be Si Yutian's hand? ”

"No, Deputy Hall Master. What I saw with my own eyes was Ye Luo fighting Senior Brother Zuo Qimo, and then Senior Brother Zuo Qimo was seriously injured and defeated......" The trialist described the scene at that time.

Qingfeng Hall Master's face became more and more ugly, and he said, "So, it wasn't Ye Luo who killed Qi Mo with his own hands. But because of Ye Luo, Qi Mo's two treasured beasts, the three-headed snake and the cloud and mist withered leaf butterfly, both died, and Qi Mo, as a beast trainer, lost the treasure beast is equivalent to losing combat effectiveness, and finally died tragically in other battles. Is that so? ”

"That's right." The trialist replied respectfully.

"The main hall understands, you step down, go to the Qingfeng Hall to receive the reward, and say what I mean." The Qingfeng Hall Lord waved his hand, his expression extremely sad.

The trialist thanked him and left.

The Qingfeng Hall Lord let out a long sigh at the sky and muttered, "Qi Mo, don't worry, the master will definitely avenge you." You won't die in vain. Whether it's Ye Luo or the person who killed you in the end, the teacher will not let it go! ”

"Hehe, Qingfeng, you at least know who killed your apprentice. I'm more miserable, Ji'er is dead, and I don't know where to go to seek revenge for her. Si Mingyue smiled miserably and shook her head, "None of us in the Mingyue Hall have come back, and I don't even know where to inquire." ”

Si Qingfeng and Si Mingyue glanced at each other.

Two people who are sick and sick together.