readx;“ You are the Heavenly Demon Rat Emperor Mo Tianmo's senior, right? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info. Mo Xuanqing was already sure that the middle-aged man in black in front of him was the famous Heavenly Demon Rat Emperor, but he was not sure about the relationship between Mo Ye and the Rat Emperor. It's really father and son? It's kind of intriguing. Then why didn't this mouse say that he was the son of the Heavenly Demon Rat Emperor when he was caught? Isn't this how he plays low-key? This is a dead man.

"It's all mice, why is there such a big gap?" Mo Xuanqing was scared, but he still had some drums in his heart.

"That's right, he is my son, the youngest son Mo Ye, and my favorite son. Mo Tian was very angry, this kid tortured his son to such a miserable state, and he was still doubting their father-son relationship, which was really hateful. I have to teach this kid a lesson today, isn't it just a late infant?

"What do you have to doubt now, what I said in my own mouth will be false, don't you take me seriously? But I will not rest on my laurels today. You are too committed to what you have done to my son, and you are too big and bullying the small, but you are a dignified Yuan Infant who cultivates in the later stage and uses magic to hurt my beloved son. Even if he is at fault, you don't have to use spells to imprison him, is it necessary for you to deal with a demon beast that is equivalent to your human condensation period? Is it necessary? Ah, is this the bearing and demeanor that you should have as a senior? Do you want me to learn from you too?" Mo Tian was very sarcastic, and said to Mo Xuanqing with a fierce voice.

Mo Xuanqing, who was under the coercion of the gods, could not breathe, and the murderous intent implied in the words of the Heavenly Demon Rat Emperor made him feel cold in his heart. He now regretted that he didn't ask about the origin of this mouse first, but directly imprisoned him by magic, and now made himself in a dilemma, and his life hung by a thread.

Mo Xuanqing actually hoped that the god ancestor of his own sect would come out to help him break the siege, but after waiting for a long time, there was no one, which made him very dissatisfied and puzzled.

"The Demon Emperor is angry, the younger generation really doesn't know that he is your son. The younger generation was confused and hurt Ling Lang for a while, and he was willing to compensate Ling Lang for all his losses. Senior, you see, okay?" Mo Xuanqing felt that it was better to ask for others than for himself, and this catastrophe was his own doing. Although a Nine Shadows Ink Lotus is valuable and infinitely useful, it is difficult to compare with his own life. Although the treasure of heaven and earth is rare in the world, it is not impossible to find it, as the saying goes, stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood. I still have thousands of years of life, as long as I don't die, there is hope for the gods, why should I die for a Nine Shadows Ink Lotus?

"It's not worth it, it's not worth it!" Mo Xuanqing's mouth was broken, the whole person was a little haggard, his face was pale, the spiritual power in his body was unstable, and his mood fluctuated, but he seemed to have an understanding in his heart, and a hint of opportunity to transform into a god quietly came.

"Hey, this is the artistic conception of the gods. Yes, yes, there is such a qualification. It's just that the transformation of the gods is not something that can be broken through overnight, and the enlightenment of the artistic conception of the transformation of the gods is just a stepping stone for you to achieve the transformation of the gods. Now you, I will kill you without much effort. Do you want to try it?" Although Mo Tian was very surprised that the person in front of him had such an opportunity, he said that fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and the ancients did not deceive me. It's just that he still doesn't care about Mo Xuanqing's strength. And if I don't teach this kid a lesson today, this matter will spread in the future, and others will still bully me Mo Tian. Thinking of this, the cold glow in Mo Tian's eyes was even worse, the killing intent was stronger, and the coercion was heavier.

"Hey, I said, can you two stop exerting coercion. Don't you see that I'm bleeding from my mouth and nose, and if I die, your son won't live. "Wu Fan is very unhappy, what is going on? Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

"Hey, another good seedling. Under the pressure of my avatar power, it is really strange that I can't bear to burst into powder. Mo Tian felt that today's trip was not only interesting to the Mo Xuan in front of him, but even the little doll in the condensation period was a little unusual. Mo Tian's eyes looking at Wu Fan again were quite intriguing, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking. And what does the sentence "If I die, your son won't live"? Something is wrong, why does this kid have the breath of my demon clan, is it。。。。。。 , no, no. Mo Tian couldn't believe his inner guess.

Could it be that he really had a blood bond with my son?and if so, why didn't I sense his breath before?or。。。。。。 , no matter what, let's solve the matter in front of me first.

"Hey, why is someone coming again? If it weren't for the fact that our rat clan has a unique advantage in detecting the enemy, I really wouldn't have been able to find out. Hmph, I don't know who it is this time?" Mo Tian sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said secretly in his heart.

"Come out! It's no point to hide, it's all done by the rats, and it's hard to get into the hall of elegance. With your cultivation, it is impossible for me to kill you, what else do you have to worry about and be afraid of? Could it be that you have any intentions?" Mo Tian was very sarcastic at the style of the comer's concealment. Because the strong are dignified, in Mo Tian's opinion, people are not good-hearted.

"Hehe, since the Rat Emperor has to ask me to come out to meet, then the old man is better than obeying his fate. Hanging purple yang jade on his waist, wearing a soap robe and a purple gold crown on his head, he walked slowly above the clouds, and he stood in the air and looked at Mo Tian with a smile and said.

"Who should I be, it turns out to be the Hongchen Ancestor! I thought you would be a turtle with a shrunken head and not come out to protect the life of the sect master of your sect. Now it seems that you have been hiding in the shadows for a while, but you have a good idea! I'm afraid that you want to use me to make this sect master of your sect comprehend the artistic conception of the gods, aren't you afraid that I will slap him to death with one palm? Or do you have this confidence that I won't kill him?" Mo Tian didn't seem to be surprised by the visitor, because he already had a guess in his heart, but he wasn't sure.

"Motian Rat Emperor, you just ridiculed me for being a rat, and I can't shrink back. Then I dare to ask what kind of generation you are as the emperor of the rat? "The Red Dust Ancestor was unceremoniously sarcastic about the Motian Rat Emperor, but he didn't deny what the Rat Emperor said, he originally intended to do so. But how can such words be said? Only by changing the topic and transferring anger can the anger of the Rat Emperor be appeased, of course, it is the killing intent of Mo Xuanqing.

"Hmph, Duan Hongchen, do you want to provoke me and let me fight with you? Or do you think that my Motian Rat Emperor has a false reputation and dare not kill your sect master?"

"I tell you that what is happening today is the shame of my life, and this shame can only be washed away by His blood. Mo Tian pointed at Mo Xuanqing and said through gritted teeth. The thunder in the palm of the palm, the thunder of the spell broke the sky, the eyes were red, and the blood pupils captured the soul and controlled the soul. Mo Xuanqing's eyes were empty, and he had no power to fight back, and he was forced to take a blow from the Rat Emperor to break the thunder, spitting blood from his mouth, and his body flew upside down but there was no reaction.

"Senior, that's enough, please be merciful!" Wu Fan obviously saw that Mo Xuan was remorseful, after all, he was the sect master of his own sect, how could he be at the mercy of others?

Mo Ye woke up from his slumber, he didn't know what was going on, he looked at Wu Fan below with a confused look, scratching his head and being puzzled. (To be continued)