"Don't spew blood here!"

Mu Qianyu was annoyed and angry, raised his hand and urged Zhenyuan to conjure up a turtle head four-legged square tripod, and was about to smash it down at Zhu Qiqing.

The turtle's head and four-legged square tripod are good in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it has changed from the size of a human head to the size of a square table.

The four bronze snake turtles held their heads high and opened their fangs, arching the height of the tripod that was placed upright, and the inside of the tripod seemed to be filled with a pale yellow liquid, and the light was restrained, and it was impossible to see it from the outside.

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound came into Wang Zimo's ears.

"The best spiritual weapon!"

The prince was stunned.

You must know that the best spirit weapon is more precious than the first level holy weapon, although it is a spirit weapon, once it enters the best grade, the lethality increases exponentially.

Legend has it that if it is a coincidence, the best spirit weapon will be upgraded to a holy weapon, and it will directly become the best holy weapon second only to the artifact!

Therefore, many people would rather choose the best spiritual weapons, or even treasure weapons, to cultivate, rather than choose the first-level holy weapons.

The turtle head and four-legged square tripod were suspended in the air, but Xue Qingyi stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Don't believe him, my father is an enemy of the gods in Kunxu, how can I be with them?" Mu Qianyu panicked, and the more he spoke, the more he fell into a place of no return.

"She's from Kunxu?"

"Liar, Mu Qianyu, you are a big liar!"

"If the Heavenly God Sect and Kunxu don't share the heavens, how can she be the high priest?"

"No, I'm not a liar, I'm not a liar!"

Mu Qianyu's eyes were red, and he shook his head and tried his best to explain. However, the voices below were boiling, and she hurriedly urged Zhenyuan and roared loudly: "Shut up!"

"Although I am from Kunxu, I am married to Lu Ziang of the Lu family in the Central Plains, my husband is from Jiuli, and my son Lu Dutian is from the Lu family and is also from Jiuli, how can I do something to collude with the gods and ignore my relatives?"

"Are you from the Lu family?"

King Han smiled, narrowed his eyes, and Long Wei was not angry. "Lu's treason, be punished!"

This Mu Qian, the emotion is not a person inside and out.

"King Han, this is the internal affairs of my Heavenly God Sect, and I invite King Han to watch. ”

Xue Lianzhu and King Han looked at each other, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Xue Qingyi, High Priest!"

I don't know who shouted, and then the voices of the people below were boiling, like a boiling oil pot, and they made a noise: "Xue Qingyi, high priest!

............

Zhu Qiqing saw that the general trend was gone, and wanted to do a dying struggle.

However, there were Xue sisters in the front, and there was a punishment in the future, although the king of Han did not speak for the time being, he would definitely not tolerate the appearance of a person who took refuge in the gods under his nose.

He silently measured in his heart, measuring how sure he was that he would be able to escape.

But Zhu Qiqing was desperate.

The more he weighed, the more he felt that the chances were slim.

All the masters of the Fengtian God Sect are gathered here, and the evil tiger can't stop the wolves, and besides, he is not a hungry tiger.

It's really a fighting method, he is at best a hungry wolf who can't fight a pack of tigers.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and if you want to die, everyone will die together.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Mu Qianyu viciously and said: "Priest Mu, don't think I don't know, your husband didn't do his best to challenge the gods, but he was defeated, and now his soul is still in the hands of the gods, you are doing this in exchange for the remnants of your husband's soul!"

"Zhu Qiqing, you shut up for me, Hugh has to be planted!"

Mu Qianyu waved the turtle head and four-legged square tripod and was about to smash it down, but someone was faster than her.

"Boom!"

At this time, Wang Zimo's first sword fell from the sky, Zhu Qiqing raised his hand to pinch Jiaolong's neck, and the huge force shook his tiger's mouth open, and the cracks with thick blood vessels spread directly to his arm along the palm.

"Damn, punish the heavens, you dare to make a yin for Lao Tzu!"

It was only at this time that Zhu Qiqing found out that he had been sealed by the Torture Heaven with the unique exercise of the Torture Rudder.

This half of the cultivation is still in his dantian, and it is not that he cannot use it.

However, if you forcibly exert more than fifty percent of your power, you will be counterattacked by the Sealing Yuan Technique, and if you forcibly reduce your power to fifty percent, the extra power will act on yourself, and the more you resist, the more powerful the Sealing Yuan Technique's backlash will be.

"Priest Mu, you and I have been in the same boat for a long time, and if I die, the boat will capsize, and you will not be able to escape!"

"Boom......!"

At this time, the second Jiaolong Divine Sword followed.

Zhu Qiqing hurriedly picked it up with his left hand. Resisting a dragon divine sword has already mobilized his three successes, and if he resists the second one, he will inevitably be counterattacked by the Sealing Yuan Technique.

Zhu Qiqing didn't dare to try the consequences of the counterattack, so he could only use two successful forces to resist this second golden sword.

The swordsman touched, Zhu Qiqing collapsed half of his body in an instant, he struggled to hold on to the first sword, opened his mouth to look at Mu Qianyu, and as soon as he spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he immediately unloaded his whole body of Yuan Force, and his right shoulder also collapsed with a "click".

"Poof!"

Zhu Qiqing spurted out another mouthful of blood, and cracked his mouth to reveal a miserable smile: "Priest Mu must not know, your deceased husband's remnant soul has long been pinched to death by the gods." ”

"You talk nonsense!"

Zhu Qiqing watched the expression on Mu Qianyu's face change, and when the handsome face showed panic, he laughed again.

"Hahaha......"

"The gods have found a way to descend to Jiuli, in the near future, the order will be reshuffled, everything will change! everything will change! I can't die, even if you wear out my body, the gods will find me a better body, I'm just changing my face, hahaha......"

The more Zhu Qiqing spoke, the more excited he became, "It's you Mu Qianyu, what can you get when you die? It's better to listen to my words earlier, and you can't lose anything to follow the deity! Hahahaha, come on, come on, kill me, kill me, and I'll come back soon!"

"No, it's impossible, Ziang is still alive! He is in the Lu family, he is still alive!"

Mu Qian's words were hysterical, his voice became hoarse because of excitement, his pretty face turned pale, and he said hoarsely: "Ziang is still alive!"

"Hahaha, he's dead, come on, kill me with your turtle head, kill me!"

"Killing you is cheap!"

After listening to Zhu Qiqing's words, Wang Zimo decisively gave up the idea of pulling out the third Jiaolong Divine Sword.

He tied up Zhu Qiqing with a filial piety whip, handed it to Xing Xuantian, turned his head and said: "Use this whip to whip him a hundred times a day, seal all his cultivation, and prevent self-killing." Also, you can't let him die, feed him a gold sore pill before whipping, and ask for the fastest effective elixir in Baicaotang!

One hundred strokes, for a cultivator who has been quenched by the Yin and Yang Realm, it is almost like tickling, Zhu Qiqing laughed.

"Lao Tzu doesn't need gold sore medicine, it's better to stuff Lao Tzu with a sugar pill to eat!"

He wanted to provoke Wang Zimo, but he was wrong, and he was completely wrong.

But he heard the prince say tepidly: "Since your mouth is not clean, then there is no need for the gold sore pill to be clean." Wrap the pill in beeswax and feed it to him, when it will be pulled out of his stomach, and when will it be removed and stuffed in his mouth!"

"Childe, I'm afraid there will be no wax film at that time, and most of the gold sore medicine has been absorbed by him, so he can only pull out a small half. ”

"A small half is a small half, won't you thicken the beeswax a little thicker?"

"Gross~!You!ah............! Deceive people too much, deceive people too much! Vomit ......! Have the ability to kill me, kill me!"

Zhu Qiqing was completely tortured by Wang Zimo and went crazy, "Priest Mu, please kill me!

Mu Qianyu couldn't protect himself, and looked at Wang Zimo with a cold face. This little child, who was not in her eyes at the beginning, did not expect to grow up so fast, not only growing rapidly in cultivation, but also making people afraid in his heart. He will always grasp the weakness of others and give a heavy blow to the heart!

The holy hand of emotion, worthy of its name!

Indeed, Zhu Qiqing has a heavy cleanliness habit, and his white clothes are spotless.

Just now, Wang Zimo found that even in the most dangerous time, he couldn't forget to wipe away the dirty blood from the corners of his mouth, so he judged that he loved to be clean.

People who love cleanliness, let alone see, can't help but retch when they hear descriptions of dirty things.

The blue sky is as blue as a wash.

The golden chariot faded away with the sun overhead.

King Han quietly left, and before leaving, he sent a message to Wang Zimo: "Today, the son unveiled the conspiracy of the gods, I am very pleased, and tomorrow I will set up a first-class state banquet in Yong'an Palace to entertain the heroes of the Heavenly God Sect!"

"Hongmen Feast!" the prince pouted silently.

"Tsing Yi, Mo'er, Qianyu is the only daughter of Master Mu, she can't die in Jiuli!"

Mu Qianyu's position as high priest was unkept.

Xue Qingyi naturally became the new high priest, and Wang Zimo finally sat firmly in the position of the young master. Even if the immortal master came back, he couldn't help it. Unless Wang Zimo and Xue Qingyi are killed, but at that time, the immortal master will become a sinner of the Heavenly God Sect and will never become the sect leader.

The matter here quickly spread to Kunxu and was known to the immortal master.

He couldn't have imagined that the child who was sitting on the roof and didn't dare to fight would become the sect leader so quickly, and he, the protector of the Divine Sect, would have to bow when he met him.

The battle for the Kunxu Human Emperor Mirror was nearing the end, and Mu Taishi of Yindu took those old guys to the hometown of the Human Emperor to join in the fun, and a bunch of unborn old bones came out one after another, and he couldn't intervene, and watched the Human Emperor Mirror fall into the hands of Mu Taishi, and he gave it to Lu Dutian.

A new human emperor was born from Kunxu, but the city was ruined, and the people mourned all over the wilderness.

Everything seemed to be peaceful, but on the way home, the Jincheng Immortal Master met a group of thugs with strange backgrounds in Baiyun Temple.

The speed of the divine beast's siege of the city is getting faster and faster, and the Yin capital has been broken, and only the imperial city is still struggling to support it.

Xue Lianzhu took Mu Qianyu to Kunxu, they didn't know that Yin Du was dead, the imperial city was isolated and helpless, and the territory of the gods was everywhere, and the two of them would inevitably be discovered by the gods when they passed through the cracked sky.

No one knows what the new order of the Heavenly God Rule will look like, perhaps, Su Sanpo and Xue Lianzhu, who are about to enter Kunxu, and Mu Qianyu will know.

The people of Li do not care who rules.

In their eyes, surviving, living, being human, and reproducing, this is what most people should do.

Those monks who fight and kill, they seem to have nothing to do, wouldn't it be better to live well?

It's a new dynasty again!

As everyone knows, the crazy people in their eyes have seen through the sinister world and are unwilling to be exploited, so they will rise up and resist, not only for themselves, but also for the sake of the common people in the world not to be enslaved.

At this time, Wang Zimo, who was far away in Jiuli, was also thinking about this problem.

He leaned against the window and stood against the railing, looking at the chrysanthemums that were gradually blooming in the autumn wind, as if he had a feeling.

The pale yellow petals did not interfere with each other, each spitting out a fragrant fragrance and stretching outward. The chrysanthemums are like silk, just like the people of Li who are content with the status quo, but they don't know that someone is holding scissors and quietly cutting them from the roots.

When they withered, they felt that they should return to their roots. I can't think of why they wither, and even in their world, they don't even think about such a question.

That's the pattern!

Those who have the big picture will see more of the truth. And people with a small pattern will only see what is in front of them, and they will be entangled by the trivial things of life.

Perhaps this is the chasm, a chasm that cannot be bridged!