Chapter 102: Asking about life and death

Countless people shouted and rushed forward without looking back, facing death without hesitation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The manpower that poured up from the two floors of Ziyu Building and Jinyu Building once again controlled the situation in an instant, however, the two sides entered a stalemate.

There are more and more corpses, more and more blood.

New men on both sides are constantly entering the battlefield, and people are falling.

The high-level leaders of the Brotherhood Alliance were all pale, and their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Both sides realized the seriousness of the matter and gave orders to retreat, but the red-eyed men who had already killed were still mechanically dancing with big knives.

It lasted for nearly an hour before the fight was temporarily stopped.

At this time, the smell of blood in the sky above Apocalypse City actually condensed into a scarlet cloud, lingering and obscuring the Apocalypse.

On the ground, all the bodies were there.

The total number of warriors who added up to no less than 2,000 people were all buried in this battle, and the blood left behind by so many dead people was not trivial.

Looking at the scene in front of them that was like the Shura region, Mo Yuxuan and Ye Qingling both felt shocked, and the high-level leaders of the various sects in the Brotherhood Alliance even trembled their legs and passed out directly.

The leader of the Shaolin Temple walked out step by step and walked into a pool of blood, and the blood on the ground was even up to his ankles.

His body trembled violently, his eyes filled with fear, and his grief was like a great river drowning everyone.

Slowly sitting cross-legged on the ground, his compassionate face in the past was replaced by evil energy, like the angry King Vajra, who was redeemed by killing in his mercy, and a series of obscure scriptures came out of his mouth.

Behind him, a group of monks in robes came out, just like him, sitting in the blood water, the scriptures in their mouths getting louder and louder.

"Nam no Amitabha night. Dotagada night. Dodi night him. Amili Tu Bhavi. Amididox. Sidhamvavi. Ami sighed. Vigalandhi. Ami sighed. Vigalando. Gamigrù. Ghagana. Citrus Takali. Suo Po He......"

It is "The Curse of the Afterlife".

Like Hong Zhong Da Lu knocking on everyone's heart, there is a trace of guilt in the depths of his heart.

This matter is difficult to get right.

"Can any of you stand up and give me an explanation?" Ye Lin and the number one hundred and ten people questioned Mo Yuxuan and Ye Qingling.

"Oh, can any of you give me an explanation?" Ye Qingling's face was also a little ugly, and a cold glow was brewing in the corners of his eyes.

The eyes, like sharp blades, burst out with unprecedented coldness.

"We will withdraw from the apocalypse and stop stirring up strife needlessly. Mo Yuxuan's tone was indifferent, but the sharpness hidden in the depths was about to come out.

......

The chaos in Apocalypse City came to an end.

The line between life and death.

Tonight is unusually quiet, surprisingly there is no guest, which is also within Zhao Haochen's expectations, even if there are more customers coming to the door, Zhao Haochen will think twice.

Just as Zhao Haochen was pacing in the Pavilion of Life and Death, two uninvited guests broke in strongly, and Menglong and Liu CD were seriously injured by a blow.

"Shouldn't the pavilion master give me an explanation?" Ye Qingling's crisp and charming voice made people's bones soft and their souls flew out of the sky.

"The two people who injured me and forcibly broke into my life and death pavilion, should give me an explanation, right?" Zhao Haochen was still sitting on the chair, looking down at the two of them, his faces could not be seen clearly in the hazy white mist, but there was a joking in his words.

In this white mist, both of them felt as if they were defenseless, Mo Yuxuan's delicate face frowned, and he elegantly took the jade flute in his hand and played it slowly.

The aftermath is lingering, winding around the beam, like the sound of heaven, intoxicating. Every second, there is a kind of hypnosis at the spiritual level, and the attack hidden between the music is the most terrifying.

Mo Yuxuan, who used his internal strength, really made this white mist a little thinner, as if he had given birth to spirituality.

Zhao Haochen's spirit was shocked, and he was a little confused, but he then sobered up and looked at Mo Yuxuan with interest.

The white mist dissipated, and that handsome face would appear in front of Mo Yuxuan and Ye Qingling in the next moment, both of them looked intently, their eyes passed through the white mist, but the next moment, there was another burst of mist, and Zhao Haochen was once again in the white mist.

"What do you mean by that, you two?" Zhao Haochen's cold voice came out through the white mist, with a hint of annoyance and anger.

Mo Yuxuan's expression was cold, and the anger between his eyebrows was rolling and tumbling, no one had ever been able to escape from his Soul Separation Technique, not to mention, it was obvious that this pavilion master was deliberate, and when he was about to succeed, he would let himself fall short.

"Pavilion Master is really a good means!" Mo Yuxuan quickly recovered, his face was kind, and his face was full of indifferent smiles, and the demeanor of everyone who had already penetrated into the bone marrow was fully revealed.

"Mo Gongzi's methods are not good, such an unreasonable intrusion is really enough to give face. Zhao Haochen was still indifferent, but there was a hint of meanness in his words.

"There is a bloody storm in the Apocalypse City, does the Pavilion Master dare to say that this has nothing to do with you at all?" Mo Yuxuan's gaze was as sharp as a sword, as if it was about to pass through the white mist and shine on Zhao Haochen's face.

"The battle of the Apocalypse is better than one day, and it is the fall of nearly thousands of heroic souls today, does this have nothing to do with the Pavilion Master?"

Mo Yuxuan's gaze became more and more fierce.

"Alas, this seat is also quite sad, it is really a sin to not be able to stop the fight between the two of you in the first place, a sin. Zhao Haochen's voice was heavy, and a tone full of regret in his heart came out of the white mist.

Mo Yuxuan's expression was even colder, obviously this was not what he wanted, Zhao Haochen skillfully avoided it, and when he was about to Mo Yuxuan to speak again, Ye Qingling was the first to speak, "Pavilion master don't have to be sad, these tears will hurt your body, let the slave maid wipe it clean for you." ”

A leap forward, jumping straight towards Zhao Haochen's position.

"You just want to see my countenance, and you won't be disappointed. Zhao Haochen's voice was a little hoarse, but Ye Qingling, who was leaping in mid-air, was shocked, uneasy, slipped under his feet, and fell down to the ground.

Mo Yuxuan stepped forward and took it into his arms, so that he did not fall to the ground.

"Then let me try it!" Mo Yuxuan jumped over, turned over, and Ye Qingling, who looked sluggish, reacted at this time, and also jumped up, pulled Mo Yuxuan down, and signaled him not to go up, otherwise he would inevitably die.

"Pavilion Master, I'm ...... We still have something to do, so we'll ...... I will not accompany you. Ye Qingling pulled Mo Yuxuan and walked out.

"The Blood-Devouring Shrine is opened, I hope you don't hurt the people of the Heavenly Destiny. With a word, Zhao Haochen's figure disappeared, and the white mist in the hut also disappeared.