The price of his willfulness was all repaid to his parents-Fan Moya.

The blood moon in the sky, unconsciously, devoured nearly half of the white moon body, and wanted to kill the white moon mightily.

At this moment, on the ground, the duel between good and evil made everyone hold their breath.

Suddenly, halfway through, there was a shout from the rear, interrupting the tense atmosphere on the field and causing everyone to turn around in unison.

"Brother-in-law Huang, Ye Hehua has come to save you, oh - demon, eat the black dog blood of the master!"

Murong Bai's attention was interrupted, and he slanted a few points towards the sword that Fan Moya was stabbing.

No one expected that halfway through the killing, Ye Hehua put the black dog blood in his arms and threw it towards Fan Moya, who was facing the enemy in the strict array.

Fan Moya was staring at the enemy, but unexpectedly, the unknown black object attacked head-on, subconsciously raised his sword and shattered, the jar was split into two, and the black dog blood contained in it was extremely embarrassed on his head.

Fan Moya's eyes were covered with black dog blood, and he couldn't see Murong Bai's sword clearly, his ears could only hear the sound of the sword qi breaking through the air, and he didn't have time to retreat, so he turned sideways in an instant, narrowly avoiding the vital point.

Although Fan Moya was down, he was not a vegetarian, so he stabbed the white bone sword in his hand at the comer.

"Poof-" Fan Moya spat blood, was stabbed hard by Murong Bai, and took ten steps back in embarrassment.

Murong Bai was stabbed in the ribs by him, snorted, took three steps back, and the tip of a rainbow sword was like a rainbow sword in his hand, dripping blood wetly.

In this duel, no one got any benefits, and it ended with injuries on both sides.

Fan Moya wiped away the black dog blood in front of him with his sleeve, looked at the culprit and grimaced at him triumphantly, covered his bleeding chest, tightened the white bone sword in his hand, and trembled with anger.

"You all give me a funeral!" Fan Moya angrily stuck the white bone into the soil, pulled out the black jade flute on his waist, and played it violently, and the strange sound of the flute stimulated the eardrums.

Suddenly, all the dead bodies clicked and turned their heads, and everyone was shocked to find that the heads of the dead bodies that had fallen on the ground were also spinning.

In the air, the sound of the crusting of the skull of the head sounded in unison, and the listeners had goosebumps, and there was an illusion that their heads had been crushed.

In the broken heads, bright red writhing fine insects drilled out, and everyone couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps.

These fine insects quickly skimmed towards Fan Moya one after another, converging in front of him, becoming thicker and thicker.

Suddenly, a thick red demon snake with a bucket at its waist spitted snake letters, and the fine insects on the ground were still surging towards the red demon snake to converge.

What kind of evil thing did Fan Moya create!

Everyone swallowed nervously, looked at the red demon snake that was getting thicker and thicker, and shrunk their necks in horror.

Fan Moya's silver eyes turned into a strange blood red at this moment, just like the pupils of that red demon snake.

On his handsome and upright face, the evil aura was flowing wantonly at this moment, and the thick black evil aura wrapped in his body was like an evil god who had woken up from the Nine Shadows.

"Good, go kill them!" Fan Moya's hand gently patted the red snake's head, hooked his thin lips and coaxed him.

The huge head of the red snake rubbed his palm affectionately, and after hearing the sound, it suddenly jumped up, opened its huge mouth and roared to the sky, and its huge body swam instantly, and the ground shook with it.

Everyone immediately showed their weapons and waited for the battle, the red snake swept its long tail, and Bei Hanjing and the others avoided it one after another.

Bei Hanjing held Han Qing with one hand, swept back in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that her brother Bei Haimo was entangled by a giant snake and couldn't get out, the giant snake opened its sharp teeth, and the snake letter swallowed him in a roll.

Several people rushed back to rescue but it was too late, and they couldn't help but be in a hurry, Bei Hanmo used his long sword to resist the giant snake's fishy mouth, and his body was not swallowed.

"Demon snake, shut up!" At this time, three people suddenly rushed to the field, led by a middle-aged man holding a long zhang in his hand, with a white face and beard, and his appearance was seven points similar to Fan Moya.

The man flew to the giant snake, stretched out his long zhang and hit the snake's seven-inch position, the demon snake roared, and spit out the Beihan Mo who was dead in his mouth.

The man caught Bei Hanmo in the air, put him on the ground, and said guiltily: "My king, Fan Ye is late."

"Holy Father, tell Fan Moya to stop manipulating the snake." Bei Hanjing, who was on the side, saw Fan Moya's father and mother come to the rescue, sighed, and hurriedly prompted.

"Ya'er, stop it!" Our Lady was a tall and beautiful woman with a noble temperament, and when she saw her son turn into a demon, she quickly ordered.

"Mother-" Fan Moya exclaimed in surprise, his blood-red eyes immediately returned to his true color.

"Ya'er, turn back to the shore, don't be obsessed anymore." Our Lady persuaded bitterly.

Fan Moya looked at Han Qing in Bei Hanjing's arms, and it was difficult to let go in his heart, and Our Lady Education said: "The world pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, it is your thing, after all, it is yours, it is not your thing to force it, cut off the obsession and save the common people is the road you should take."

"Mother, Ya'er can't see through the red dust, and you can't give up Ah Qing, you can become a child." Fan Moya pleaded painfully.

"Evil obstacles! Confused, you have lost the face of the Fan family, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the king and apologize for everyone!" Hearing this, the Holy Father refused to give up, so he angrily picked up his head and struck Fan Moya on the head.

Fan Moya stood in place, not daring to move, seeing his father getting closer and closer to him, the giant snake saw that someone was going to hurt his master, and suddenly opened his huge mouth to bite the holy father.

"Dad-" Fan Moya watched his father as the giant snake he raised pierced his chest with sharp snake teeth, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he screamed in mourning.

"Let him go—" Fan Moya shouted uncontrollably at the giant snake, and the red snake seemed to know that he was in trouble, and carefully placed the Holy Father on the ground.

"You go, I don't want to see you." Fan Moya raised his white bones, slashed at the body of the giant snake, hugged his father with tears, and cried and drove away.

The red snake didn't dare to avoid it, and was stabbed alive, but there was no blood on his body, he glanced at Fan Moya nostalgically, and plunged into the ground and disappeared.

"Holy Father—" Everyone gathered around in unison, and Bei Hanmo held his hand and exclaimed with pity.

Fan Moya hurriedly took out the life-sustaining pill on his body, wanting to save his father, but he pushed it away with his hand.

Fan Moya immediately became anxious, crying and begging: "Dad, Moya knows that he is wrong, please take the pill quickly, it will not be good after an hour."

"My king, it was Fan Ye's lax discipline that led Moya astray, I apologize to you on his behalf, and I also ask the king to look at the past feelings, give him a chance to repent, and continue to save the common people." The Holy Father turned his head in his son's arms, looked at Bei Hanmo and pleaded.

After all, he hurt his own child, and when he was injured, he didn't forget to use his life to intercede with Bei Hanmo.

"My king, please give Moya a chance to repent for the good deeds he did for the people of the Northern Han before and let him continue to serve the people of the Northern Han." Seeing that Bei Hanmo seemed to be hesitating, the Holy Mother immediately knelt down and kowtowed to plead.

"Holy Father, you better take the medicine." Bei Han Mo saw that he refused to take the medicine, so he persuaded him first.

"No, if the king refuses to forgive his son, he will not have the face to continue living." The Father's meaning is clearer, I am interceding with my life.

"Sister, what do you think?" After all, Fan Moya looked at Bei Hanjing in embarrassment, after all, Fan Moya seduced her husband, and it was better to teach her to deal with this matter.

Bei Hanjing was hugging Han Qing, and when she saw that her brother had handed over the matter to herself, she was stunned.

Our Lady immediately grabbed her hand and pleaded with tears in her eyes: "Please, Princess Jing, I can give Mo Ya another chance, I will kowtow to you on his mistakes."

Bei Hanjing looked at the Holy Mother in embarrassment, what Fan Moya did was too much, but he had indeed done many good things for the people before.

If you only pay attention to recent sins and do not pay attention to old graces at this moment, it is indeed a bit ungrateful.

After thinking about it, Bei Hanjing decided to hand over this right to Han Qing himself, so he said: "Holy Mother, this matter has hurt the horse the most, and it is more appropriate for him to handle this matter, if he is willing to forgive Fan Moya, I will not pursue anything."

"Uh......" Our Lady paused for a moment, this Han Qing is notoriously difficult to mess with, and his temperament is even more retributive.

The Holy Father and the Holy Mother sighed in their hearts, I am afraid that the price of this matter will not be easy.

"Ya'er, I won't take medicine, unless you personally ask the master for forgiveness." The Holy Father's heart was in a hurry, and another mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Seeing that his father still refused to take the medicine, Fan Moya was very anxious, put him down gently, looked at Han Qing with complicated eyes, and ordered: "Wake up!"

Han Qing shook his head, looked at the people around him in a daze, and asked confusedly, "Why am I here!"

"Beauty, you have been controlled, now that the matter has come to an end, how are you going to deal with Fan Moya's matter." Bei Hanjing briefly explained the situation and asked.

Han Qing looked at the injured Holy Father lying on the ground, and the Holy Mother who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and immediately understood what kind of situation it was, his thin lips were secretly hooked, and his thin eyes looked at Fan Moya opposite.

"Han Qing, this matter is done by me alone, you can kill or chop it as you like, but please persuade my father to take medicine." Fan Moya's silver eyes darkened, lifted his robe, and knelt down in front of Han Qing and said.

Bei Hanmo also knows Han Qing very well, and his personality is a little extreme, and he is afraid that he will make things irreparable in order to be happy.

So, he hurriedly and secretly warned: "Han Qing, the war is imminent, the morale of the army must not be slackened, the Holy Father has nothing to do with this matter, and if you are seriously injured, you need to take medicine quickly, you can deal with this matter at your discretion."

"Huh! You are really bad, if something happens, let your father wipe your ass for you, and your father and mother gave birth to a son like you, which is really a blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes. ”

Han Qing heard Bei Hanmo's words, the corners of his mouth twitched disdainfully, his heart was not happy, he stared at Fan Moya, who was kneeling on the ground and pleading guilty, and said mockingly in front of everyone.

Fan Moya's face was hot at what he said, and he lowered his head in shame.

"Oh, Holy Father, take medicine, I will spare your son's life, and no one can interfere with what to do with him." Han Qing sneered lightly and said a general handling situation.

"I also ask the master of the horse to raise his noble hand, so that my son's limbs are sound and his facial features are all there, so that he can continue to serve the common people." The Holy Father accepted this disposition slightly, but fearing that Han Qing would brutally destroy his son, spit out a mouthful of blood and pretended to be pitiful and pleaded.

Han Qing waved his hand irritably and said, "Okay, I know, you should hurry up and take medicine."

Fan Moya's death crime can be avoided, but it is not so easy to escape from a living crime, Han Qing looked at the man who hurriedly fed the old father medicine, and the corners of his mouth were unkindly hooked.