The words of the seven nights were like a boulder thrown into the lake, causing an uproar in an instant.

Even You Jiuling, who was watching the play on the side, couldn't help but have a smile on his teeth.

This baby is too violent!

"Arrogance!"

The first to speak out was the Son of Love.

His face was frosty, and unlike the coldness of the seven nights, which seemed to have nothing to do with anything, his face was almost devoid of human emotion, and his eyes were like stones, without emotion.

But this is only due to the exercises, and his heart will still be angry.

After all, cultivating magic skills is not about cultivating oneself as a stone man.

What is a demon, the desire is extremely demonic.

Those who like to play the set of extinguishing emotions and despairing desires are certain monks who think they are detached from the red dust.

Although the other six Holy Sons and Holy Daughters did not speak, their attitudes were already evident in the position they stood.

Even the Son of the Flower Tree Yin Wuji, who was thinking about the Seven Nights, was the frightened appearance of the little hen, hiding behind the Extreme Dao Saintess who was still coldly at him just now, and did not dare to help speak.

"Do you have an opinion?"

Qiye's face was not moved, and he didn't even lift his eyelids more.

There are few things in this world that can move him.

"I ......"

The Holy Son of Extinction was about to speak, when he felt the alarm in his heart beating wildly, and he didn't have time to say the second word, his wrist moved, and the long sword was lifted upside down, sticking to his elbow, making a block.

At the same time, three feet outside the body, a layer of purple-red qi blocked the body.

Sure enough, the next moment, a blood-red handprint fell from the sky.

Syllable!

Listening to the sound was like a heavy hammer falling down, but the Holy Son of Extinction felt like a mountain had fallen.

He couldn't hold back a muffled grunt.

It feels like the internal organs are put into the drum, and they are messed up, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness wells up in the throat.

Then with a click, the blue bricks under the feet of the Holy Son of Extinction cracked, and one of his legs knelt directly on the ground, smashing out a big hole, and the crack spread like a spider web.

Burst!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the suffocating pressure slowly dissipated.

Then he heard the words that were enough to make him remember for the rest of his life, and he was extremely sad and angry:

"You deserve it. ”

I saw Qiye retract his palm, and I could see the scarlet color on it slowly disappearing.

His movements were light, as if he had just slapped a mosquito, instead of making a Demon Sect Saint Son vomit blood on his knees with a single move.

Burst!

With such contempt, the Holy Son couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He had already heard that Qiye was on the throne with strength, and only after defeating the Holy Lord of Mending Heaven did he take over the power of Mending Heaven, but hearing is false, and seeing is believing.

If it is because of a rumor that he wants to dwarf three inches out of thin air, it is really ashamed of his penance for so many years, and I am sorry for the name of the same son on him.

But now after receiving the teaching, he suddenly understood a truth.

That is, people are different from each other.

On top of genius, there are demons.

Obviously, Seven Nights is this demon, and it must not be treated with common sense.

"Now I'll give you a chance to call your family over, otherwise the Emperor's Temple will shed some blood today. ”

In the face of the seven holy sons and daughters, Qiye stood with his hands in his hands, and the wind blew his cloak like a beating flame, wanting to devour everything.

Seven Nights' words are very arrogant, very arrogant, and very arrogant, in short, it is no problem to give him all the inflated words.

But with the unlucky Son of Extinction in front of him, the other Holy Sons and Saints weighed each other's strength in their hearts.

Well, I'll ask for advice next time.

But they still didn't move.

If they were so frightened by the seven nights, they would obediently obey him.

Then not only will he be a head shorter in front of Qiye forever in the future, but he will also disobey the orders of his master, and the punishment after that will also be unbearable.

They didn't have seven nights, they said in front of the Heavenly Replenishing Holy Lord that they would draw their swords, and then they also put the Heavenly Replenishing Holy Lord on their stomachs.

Although they also have this idea, the key is that strength does not allow it.

So silence is golden.

They didn't believe that Qiye dared to really attack the seven of them, and if they really wanted to fight, they would fight more and less, then the situation would be different.

However, there are also people looking for off-site assistance:

"Old You, you used force in the emperor's ancestral hall for seven nights, as a temple keeper, shouldn't you take care of it?"

The innocent expression of the White Lotus Holy Maiden's soft and weak appearance is very protective.

You Jiuling was unmoved.

He is so old, and he doesn't know how many witches, witches, and White Lotus Holy Maidens he has seen in his eyes.

But what she said made a lot of sense.

The Emperor's Shrine is a place to worship the Demon Emperor, with a solemn atmosphere and no use of force is allowed.

If you break the rules today and want to let people abide by them again in the future, it will be a bit untenable.

As everyone knows, the first time is the most expensive.

You Jiuling thought for a while, but still stopped in front of Qiye, and said with a dry smile:

"Seven nights, you have to calm down. Otherwise, you can talk to these people, if you have anything to say, they will go back and tell them the same. ”

Qiye glanced at You Jiuling, and there seemed to be a black sword shadow flashing in his eyes.

"You want to stop me?"

You Jiuling was so scared by this glance that her back was cold.

He thought to himself, this should be the rumored Heavenly Sword, right?

It is said that after this sword was seized by Qiye, it was refined into the body with pure demonic intent, and it has been merged with him, and its power is even more powerful than that of ordinary divine soldiers.

Therefore, it is clear that the realm of Qiye has not yet reached the top of the great master, but with the Heavenly Sword in hand, the challenge of leapfrogging is as simple as drinking water and eating.

This is also the reason why You Jiuling is willing to make a verbal promise to Qiye.

It's really that the growth potential of Seven Nights is too high.

When he breaks through the realm of the Absolute Great Master in the seventh night, I'm afraid he will be the second Xie Thirteen.

And now Seven Nights is not to be underestimated.

So......

You Jiuling coughed lightly twice, turned his head to look at the White Lotus Holy Maiden, and scolded in a low voice:

"Little White Lotus, just now it was obvious that the Holy Son of Mending Heaven and the Holy Son of Destroying Love were out of the friendship of the same family, and for a while, I couldn't help but have a discussion, how can it be said that I used force in the emperor's ancestral hall?

And with an old man guarding here, who dares to use force casually?

Do you have ulterior motives for slandering the Holy Son of Heaven and the Holy Son of Extinction to disturb the Demon Emperor's sleep?

Or do you have an opinion about the old man and want to cure the old man for a crime of dereliction of duty?"

You Jiuling blew his beard and stared, it looked like that was really the case.

The White Lotus Holy Maiden originally wanted to see You Jiuling and Qiye face each other, but she didn't expect the flames of war to burn on her in an instant.

While feeling a little more timid in her heart, she showed a decent smile on her face and explained:

"No, I ......"

"What am I?!"

You Jiuling's eyes widened, and he looked distressed:

"Okay, good, I didn't expect the old man to not take care of things much over the years, and you young people dare not take the old man in your eyes.