Mu Dong was the first to run in front of Qinghe and said, "You finally appeared, I thought something had happened to you." ”

He inadvertently touched Qinghe's right shoulder, and a trace of throbbing pain came, and Qinghe avoided it without a trace: "It's okay, it's just that I was calculated and suffered a little." ”

Li Jiang also walked over and said, "It's okay." He looked at Mo Zhanli on the ground, "This situation is a bit complicated. ”

Qinghe: "It's not complicated, I'll only tell you one thing, Mo Zhanwei is Jun Qian's father. ”

In a word, everyone present was shocked, and Li Jiang looked at Mo Junqian in surprise.

Mo Junqian only said one sentence: "The hatred of killing my father is not shared." ”

There was silence, everyone was silent, there were too many twists and turns, and they needed to take care of it.

The most shocking person present was Concubine Cheng.

She was helped up by Hes, the blood from the corner of her mouth was gently wiped away, and her eyes were dazed, until when she saw Mo Junqian's face, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her eyes widened suddenly.

She pushed Hes away and stumbled towards Mo Junqian, muttering, "Captain, is that you......?"

Halfway through, he grabbed his head violently and shouted, "No! he would have died a long time ago, the captain had already died, you were not him!"

The tearing screams reached everyone's ears, but no one stepped forward to comfort her, after all, she was just a poor woman.

The screams continued, and Concubine Cheng slapped her head like crazy, as if she was going through a painful memory, until her voice stopped abruptly when her eyes fixed on the portrait of Mo Junqian.

She rushed in front of Mo Junqian, trying to snatch the painting, but was shocked to the ground by Long Batian's sword qi.

She didn't give up, she got up again and grabbed the painting, and the result was still the same.

It was repeated three or four times in a row, and finally stopped.

After a long time, she looked up at Mo Junqian, and her voice was extremely bleak: "You are his child, the child of him and that woman, right?"

Mo Junqian looked at her and bowed slightly.

A simple movement, but it seemed to drain the strength of her whole body, she staggered to her feet, her eyes swept everything around her, and finally stopped on Hers.

"Hahahaha......"

The laughter grew louder and frantic.

She smiled and walked towards the mountain gate until she came to a cliff.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was shining, and the sky and the earth were full of color.

Zhu's lips moved slightly, and he muttered a very light word.

Qinghe moved his ears and heard her say very clearly-

"It's a pity it's not winter. ”

Suddenly, she raised her hand and clenched her fists, opened her arms, her spiritual power was dissipated, and the light in her eyes disappeared little by little.

It's about to blow itself up!

"Sister!"

With a heart-rending roar, Hess ran over anxiously, fell down twice halfway, and hugged Concubine Cheng at the moment when she blew herself up.

Blood flowed all over the body, and all the internal organs were shattered.

The moment he fell off the cliff, with a faint smile on his face, he gently pinned a strand of Concubine Cheng's hair behind her ear, and said softly in her ear: "Sister, don't be afraid, I will always be with you." ”

Concubine Cheng's eyelashes blinked slightly, and she moved her throat, but she couldn't say a word anymore.

The bottom of the cliff is pure white, and the whole mountain is covered with tulip flowers.

Concubine Cheng and Hess fell into the tulip flowers, blood sprinkled on every petal, and the blinding red and holy white painted a sad scroll that no one could read.

Witnessing this scene, everyone didn't react, maybe they didn't know how to react, maybe they felt that Concubine Cheng was innocent of death, but Qinghe was as calm as ever.

If a person has the heart of death, then when she meets death, she is more relieved.

She forgave herself as well as others.

Threads of light poured out from the bottom of the cliff, gradually converging into a bead suspended in the air.

Qinghe raised his hand and made a grasping movement in the air, and the water droplets instantly fell into the palm of his hand.

At the same time, the long-lost Dingfeng Bead flew out of the portrait and returned to Qinghe's hands.

Liangzhu appeared, and with the death of Concubine Cheng, he was able to see the light of day again.

However, Mo Zhanli didn't care about Concubine Cheng's death, and at this time, he was thinking about how to escape for his life, especially when Mo Junqian's sword was across his neck.

"I'm your uncle, you can't kill me!"

Mo Junqian looked at his face coldly, and said with disgust: "A person like you is not worthy of being my uncle." ”

Mo Zhanli raised his hand, tried to grab Mo Junqian's shirt, and said tremblingly: "Junqian, I was wrong, I shouldn't have killed your father, I was wrong, can you give me another chance?"

Mo Junqian was caught off guard by his sudden weakness, and suddenly heard Li Jiang shouting, "Be careful!"

Mo Zhanli, who was seriously injured, was kicked out and flew out, and the sneak attack failed, he glared at Mo Junqian fiercely.

"Don't forget, I am the lord of the Apocalypse Country, the Son of Heaven, if you kill me, you will kill the king, and the way of heaven will not let you go!"

There is nothing wrong with others hearing this, Qinghe was really amused, and threatened the protagonist with Tiandao, I'm afraid it's not that he dies fast enough.

Mo Junqian already had murderous intent, but now that he couldn't sneak attack, he was even more angry, and without further ado, the long sword in his hand was horizontal, and the sword aura was compelling, and he attacked Mo Zhanli fiercely.

Who knew that at this time, Changping didn't know when to run and use his body to block Mo Zhan in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Mo Junqian hurriedly collected his sword, and the sword qi turned to hit the surface, instantly cracking a ravine.

"Don't kill my dad!"

Changping just took the antidote developed by Zhuge Hongming today, and heard that a sacrifice would be held in Lingyun Temple, which may be a woman's intuition, and she felt uneasy in her heart, so she hurried over, and saw the scene of her father being killed in embarrassment.

She stood in front of Mo Zhan and left her, tears streaming down her face.

"I beg you, don't kill my father. ”

Mo Junqian didn't speak, he turned the sword in his hand, and he didn't have the slightest intention of putting it away.

Changping knew that it was useless to beg him, so he turned to look at Qinghe and sobbed: "Qinghe, you help me, don't let him kill my father, okay?"

Qinghe slowly walked to her side, wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "This is his decision, and I can't do anything about it." ”

Changping tugged at her sleeve tightly, crying silently, at this moment she was no longer a princess, but for her father's humble begging for mercy.

When everyone's attention was on the crying Changping, a black shadow flashed in front of him, swept out from behind, and approached Changping.

Qinghe's eyes were quick, and he hugged Qinghe and left the place, but the man in black just made a false move, but in fact, the target was Mo Zhanli on the ground.

In just an instant, he lifted Mo Zhanli with one hand, borrowed the strength of his toes, and flew into the air, and then smashed the surrounding stone walls with one palm, and the stone foam flew horizontally, covering everyone's eyes.

Mo Jun wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Li Jiang: "This person is deeply hidden, you are not his opponent at all, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." ”

Mo Junqian stopped in place, looking at the direction where the man in black had left, and moved away for a long time.