"Your Excellency, please be seated!"

In the retreat room with the aura of heaven and earth, the white-haired figure of a robe bowed slightly, and after the elegant courtesy of the aristocratic fan, he sat cross-legged on their respective nephrites, and poured up the clouds of green smoke and tea, which were full of fragrance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mahal nodded, and sat down in front of the powerful white-haired figure.

"If you want to ask about the secrets of the ruins from a few years ago?" the old Marquis of Tiro, with a deep gaze, said, "With all due respect, the old man doesn't know about this matter, and neither does the Tiro family. ”

"If you are so straightforward, you are not afraid that in a fit of anger, you will wipe out the entire Tiro family?" Maihal's eyes were cold, "With this courage, it is the support of the Nine Holy Divine Palace, this set of rhetoric, I think I should have dealt with many strong cultivators in the past few years!"

The strongest person in the Tiro family, the ancestor of the four heavens of the Golden Core Realm in front of him, looked calm, and he was not half panicked about the mystery of Maihal's revelation, but his eyes were cloudy, and the old god was there.

"If you don't know, you don't know!" Mehal said, his cold gaze staring at the old figure abruptly, "My question is, the news about the Sikong Clan, the Maiha Clan!"

The Meha, the Sikong clan?

The Marquis of Tiro, who had not yet reacted, suddenly heard these two familiar and unfamiliar names, his eyes shrank suddenly, his mood fluctuated violently, and his face changed greatly. In a moment of panic, he hurriedly covered up this emotion in front of Mahal, trying his best to calm himself.

But the radical reaction just now fell in Mehal's eyes, like thunder on the ground, which made the silent Mehal's pupils shrink suddenly, and he was already sure that his guess might come true.

"I don't know what Your Excellency is talking about, the names of these two families are unheard of by the Tyro family. The Marquis of Tiro explained in this way, the old god was there, and he looked unaware, "If your Excellency is fine, please leave, don't hurt the harmony between Your Excellency and the Nine Holy Divine Palace." ”

It would be fine if Marquis Tiro said this to others, but he was facing Maihal, a super strong man who even Count Dillon could defeat head-on and almost kill. And Maiha, the two major clans of Sikong, the mystery related to the White Dragon Daojun, is an extremely important message for Maihal.

Don't give up!

"Boom!"

The qi wave was furious, and a terrifying palm surrounded the extreme origin, pinched the neck of the Marquis of Tiro, and gradually clenched it, spreading out an invisible huge force, cracking the bones of the throat inch by inch.

"Giggles!"

The Marquis of Tiro, who made a strange sound from his mouth, was lifted off the ground little by little, floating in the air, looking at the cold-eyed Maihal, an emotion called fear still emerged.

I can't imagine what a strong person is, so that the super strong man of the Marquis Four Heavens, without any resistance, will be pinched like a pet, plucked off the ground, and touch death at any time.

Endless cold and terror surged into his heart, and his gaze at Mahal immediately changed.

"If you don't say it, your throat bone will be pinched inch by inch!" Maihal said indifferently, without any anger in his eyes, "For this reason, the entire Tiro clan will bury you, even if the earl of the Nine Holy Spirit Palace is there in person, there is no chance to save your Tiro family." ”

Unquenchable fear!

The Marquis of Tiro thought that he had seen many super strong people who came to inquire about the news, but like this time, he had no scruples and directly revealed his murderous intentions, instead of intimidating, he was the first.

"Bang!"

The Marquis of Tiro was thrown to the ground casually, rolled a few times, and burst out with blood.

"Seniors spare their lives!" Marquis Tiro knelt on his knees, trembling, "The Meha clan and the Sikong clan were already listed as taboos a few years ago, if I Tiro said a little bit, I would fall on the spot, and my seniors couldn't get what they wanted at all, so think twice." ”

A few years ago when taboo?

Maihal suddenly frowned, and at this time he remembered that a few years ago, the Sikong clan of the Meha clan was wiped out, and it was because the White Dragon Daojun needed the blood of the heroic soul to open the ancient ruins, so as to obtain the treasure inheritance inside, and the two major clans were affected by the pond fish because of this.

If this Nine Holy Divine Palace is really the Nine Holy Divine Palace!

A few years ago, only the Nine Holy Divine Palace was dedicated to the Southern Holy Court, and a certain person who passed by the powerful relics of the peerless demon, when the two combined, it naturally became a taboo among the taboos.

South Holy Court?

Thinking of this, Mehal's breathing became extremely heavy, and the fierce and ferocious eruption in his eyes erupted like a spring, and even the surrounding space seemed to have the power of a huge mountain, and the heavy depression spread throughout the room.

Speculation is always speculation, and if it is not confirmed, the outcome is always unimaginable.

"In this way, you have no value from beginning to end?" Mehal looked at the Marquis of Tiro with a cold gaze and raised his hand slightly, "Then what is the need for you to exist!"

Looking at Mehal's raised hand, the suppressed terrifying aura churned, making people have no doubt that it contained the power to kill him, and for a while, the old Marquis of Tiro screamed miserably.

"Seniors wait!" Marquis Tiro shouted and spoke bluntly, "Winter Mine, go to Winter Mine, they all know the mine slaves in the deepest part of the Winter Mine, my Tiro family can't say it, they can say it all, they can tell everything they want to know!"

With the Marquis of Tiro's shout, suddenly, there was a rolling corrosive black gas from all over the Marquis of Tiro's body, and in the midst of the black flames, the Marquis of Tiro let out a heart-rending scream.

In front of Mahal, his breath continued to weaken and fall, his bones were broken, and the skin on his body was corroded by large patches, which looked particularly amazing and terrifying, and it lasted for a long time.

"What a vicious one!" said Mahal frowned.

The Marquis of Tiro just revealed the Winter Mine, a related message, and he was punished worse than death, such a harsh punishment, if he said something about Mai Ha and the Sikong clan, I am afraid that he would indeed fall on the spot, and this is the restriction from the Nine Holy Divine Palace.

"Count you as a creation!" muttered Mehal.

Glancing at the Marquis of Tiro, who was struggling in the black gas and fainting, Maihal took out the essence blood from the dantian and bounced into the Marquis of Tiro's body to form a terrifying flow of heat energy, pouring into the whole body.

For Mehal, the essence blood heat energy of the four or five heavens is insignificant and useless, but the four or five drops of essence blood that Mehal popped out are enough for the Marquis of Tiro to recover from his injuries, and break through the barrier of the four or five heavens with a swarming momentum, directly breaking through the two realms in a row, and promoting to the sixth heaven of the Golden Core Realm.

Silent!

After the Tiro family found the route of the Winter Mine map, Mahal turned into a phantom and disappeared into the Tiro family and the entire city, rushing to the Winter Mine with great speed.

. (To be continued.) )