"Miss, be careful!"

"Zhuo'er!"

When Yan Zhuo was in a trance, she heard someone shouting loudly behind her, but she didn't have the strength to dodge anymore.

The knife was about to fall on Yan Zhuo's body.

"Bai Yan!"

In the distance, Ying Lin ran towards her in a golden battle armor, but the distance was too far, he was very anxious, I am afraid that he will not be able to save him!

At this moment, a black figure flashed in the sky, as fast as lightning, and when he leaned over, he came to Yan Zhuo's side, and pushed away the person who raised the knife behind him with one palm, and the person couldn't bear it at all, and immediately vomited blood and died.

Mo Yun lightly hugged Yan Zhuo's waist, looking at her now face full of blood, emaciated face, and eyes full of distress.

"Mo Yun light?"

In a trance, Yan Zhuo felt that the person who caught her had a very familiar breath.

It's just that Mo Yunqing is still cultivating in the immortal realm, and it is estimated that many things have not been dealt with, how can he come here?

"It's me. ”

His voice was low and soft, but it was extremely reassuring.

"Why are you here?"

She smiled and asked him weakly.

"You rest on the side first, and I'll leave it here. ”

He fed her a pill and handed her over to another person, his eyes full of cold light, looking at the black and oppressive army, which was expected to be towards the emperor of the Dongqing Kingdom.

"You're the one who hurt Zhuo'er so much?"

His voice was so loud that it shook people's ears a little uncomfortable, and now this posture of standing in mid-air without wind is even more like an immortal, which makes people sincerely awe.

Ying Lin's eyes were full of complexity, and he looked at the man. Just now he was a few steps behind, and it was those few steps that he knew that he was far inferior to that person, and his joy when he learned that Yan Zhuo was a woman turned into nothing, and became heavy and bitter.

"Who are you, why do you want to get involved in my Dongqing Kingdom?"

The saint frowned and asked sharply.

"Oh, who I am, you don't deserve to know!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the saint was knocked out and rolled a few times, I don't know how embarrassed he was.

"Father. ”

"Holy. ”

The prince and father-in-law hurriedly ran over to pick up the saint who was like a lost dog.

"Kill!

The saint's face was covered with ashes, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the viciousness and hatred in his eyes were as chilling as a poisonous snake.

"You don't need to say it, they all have to die!"

Mo Yun's eyes were extremely angry, and he snorted coldly, and the coercion of his whole body poured out, crushing towards everyone! He adjusted the spiritual power of his body again, and used the exercises he had cultivated, only to see that a golden giant palm slowly formed in mid-air, and then slapped down heavily!

Pouring time, the people below only felt that if the mountain was pressing on the top, they were heavy and breathless, and the bones of their whole bodies began to squeak, as if they couldn't bear it, and the next moment, they were about to shatter!

Terror.

The people under their hands only feel that the threat of death is right in front of their eyes!

They could not move a single point of their feet, nor could they move a single point of their hands, nor could they utter a word of begging for mercy, but they could only stare dryly, full of fear, and listen to the bones in their bodies shatter inch by inch, waiting for death to approach.

Ying Lin had already withdrawn to the side with his people, and now he watched from afar, and he felt that it was really terrifying.

Such a powerful person is a good match for Yan Zhuo, and he is really dwarfed.

"The monarch of Dongqing Country, right? ”

After cooking these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Mo Yunqing surrendered his gaze to the gray-faced saint again.

He dodged back, trying to avoid Mo Yunqing's eyes, but everyone's eyes were looking at him, and he was wearing a bright yellow shirt, how could he afford to hide.

"Hehe," he smirked, "this immortal, I don't know what you're looking for me?"

This is the first time that everyone has seen the king of a country high in Dongqing Kingdom, and this expression appeared on his face.

"It's you who have harmed Zhuo'er's family so much?"

"No, it's not me, it's him, he, and him, they came up with the idea. ”

Saint Junlan pointed to Zuo Xiang in the crowd, Second Aunt, Ning Yuan, and King Ning, Mo Yun frowned lightly, and then looked at a few people.

"Holy Lord, this is obviously your idea, you have always said that there is a treasure hidden in the Zhenguo Mansion, let us investigate secretly, now, how can you put the responsibility on us like this?"

King Ning put his shoulders around and immediately excused himself.

"Yes, Holy Lord, everything we do is authorized by you, how could we do it without your orders, and we will not move this army. ”

Ning Yuan also opened his mouth and said, there was no embarrassment on his face.

The saint was angry, and gave King Ning and Ning Yuan a fierce look, these two white-eyed wolves who wanted to die.

"Zuo Xiang, you say!"

He looked at Shen Qizheng, who had not spoken, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"Holy Lord, the minister thinks what they said is right!"

He said with a smile, like the most hypocritical smiling tiger.

"You guys!"

With a thud, the saint pulled out a knife and slashed at them, but instead of hitting them, he almost knocked himself to the ground, and he snorted and gasped.

"You, you rebels......! I'm going to kill you!"

"The Holy One should take care of himself. ”

Several of them laughed and gloated.

"Even if you harm the Zhuo'er family, no one can escape!"

Mo Yunqing was impatient with their dog-eat-dog scene, and with a wave of his sleeves, a few rays of spiritual power shot towards them.

Their eyes were full of terror and they wanted to escape, but their bodies seemed to be locked and they could not move, and now, those of them who commanded from above, finally experienced the pain of those soldiers when they died.

In their hearts, a thought flashed through their hearts for the last time: If they knew this was the case, they would never move the Zhenguo Mansion! In this way, they are still living happily now, how can they die?

In the world, there is never a regret medicine.

Only the good do good, there will be good rewards, and the wicked will be rewarded for their evil deeds!

The dark clouds that had accumulated above the canopy finally dispersed, and the clear and warm sunlight once again illuminated the land of Dongqingguo.

And now, this land that was tyrannized by the monarch, exploited by the courtiers, and ruined by the people, after being bloody, is no longer the Dongqing Kingdom of the past, but has become the new city of the Nanyan Kingdom, under the leadership of the new emperor of the Nanyan Kingdom.

They don't know what the future holds, so they can only go with the flow and look forward to tomorrow.

Yan Zhuo was lightly hugged by Mo Yun, and led the remaining people of the Zhenguo Mansion to the Zhenguo Mansion and went to Uncle Mo's residence.

Things are people, not everything, Yan Zhuo looked at the mansion behind him that was getting farther and farther away, and he couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, whether he liked it or hated it, it was all a thing of the past.

She smiled and looked at Mo Yunqing.

Under the sun, his face is so ordinary, but so good-looking, which makes her fall in love and reassure.

All the bondage, all the repression, all the hatred, have ended, and they are really going to move towards a new beginning!

Yan Zhuo's heart was relaxed, in this life, the ending finally changed, she was full of expectations, full of longing for tomorrow, how to go to the immortal cultivation world, and looked at Mo Yun in a daze.

"Hey, no," she poked at his cheeks with a suspicious look in her eyes, "You, your face wasn't like this before!"

"Fool," he dotingly hooked her nose and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, "I, ah, there is a secret, I want to tell you~"