"Alliance leader, I have evidence to prove that someone is slandering me." The ancestor of the Mohist School denied everything and hated them secretly in his heart. He remembered what happened today and would make these people pay in the future.
This is very surprising.
Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to talk nonsense.
Xie Jiuniang also wanted to hear what ridiculous excuses this old man could come up with.
The Mo family ancestor took out Mo Yan's intact soul tablet and said, "The person who died today was not Mo Yan, but he just looked like him. With the means of Tianxu Sect and Wuji Sect, it is not difficult to find someone who looks like Mo Yan to perform a play."
Mo Yan's body was placed in the main hall.
But the ancestor of the Mohist school insisted that this person was not Mo Yan.
Are you planning not to collect his body after he dies
So shameless!
As for Mo Yan's soul tablet, it was not broken.
In all likelihood, the physical body was destroyed but the soul had not yet dissipated. Thinking of this situation, everyone in the hall looked at Taoist Thousand Killings.
Xie Jiuniang felt a little depressed.
Looking at Mo Yan's soul imprisoned by silver light in the sea of consciousness, it will take some time to kill him.
Do you mean to let him out
At this time, Qiansha Daojun mocked: "You are worthy of being old man. You don't even recognize the corpses of your clansmen."
"Qian Sha, everyone knows that you and I have an old grudge. It's not surprising that you slander me, but you won't succeed." The ancestor of the Mohist School threw away his pride and showed his rogue nature.
Isn't it the identity of a ninth-grade alchemist that he relies on
How could others not see that he was being unreasonable and unreasonable
He just thought that everyone was thinking about when they might need his help in refining pills, so they didn't want to offend him.
Xie Jiuniang had been thinking about how to torture Mo Yan's soul, but now it seems that it is impossible. If she wants to release him, she must first seek the opinion of Master Qiansha: "Master, Mo Yan's soul is with me, do you want to release him?"
Letting Mo Yan out is like spitting out a piece of fat meat from your mouth.
What worries Xie Jiuniang the most is that if Mo Yan's soul is released, will all the previous plans be in vain
As long as the monk's spirit and soul have not dissipated, he is not considered truly dead.
However, compared to her hatred for Mo Yan, Xie Jiuniang hated the Mo family ancestor more. Similarly, after weighing the pros and cons, Daojun Qiansha did not want to miss today's opportunity, "Release his soul."
"Okay." Xie Jiuniang replied.
The next moment, when the Mo family ancestor's ugly face was accusing the Tianxu Sect and the Wuji Sect, a slightly weak soul was thrown out and appeared in the hall in a carefree manner, exposed to the eyes of everyone.
There are many powerful people here, so it is impossible for Mo Yan's soul to escape.
At this time, a small part of Mo Yan's soul had been extracted, and he was a little weak. He was experiencing the pain of having his soul power continuously extracted, and suddenly the environment changed. Before he could react, he was captured by Qiansha Daojun again.
Daoist Master Qiansha sneered, "I showed mercy and didn't destroy his soul, but you got the chance to do it. Ha. Do you want to try to search his soul? That way, everything you Mo family did can be exposed to the world. How do you think?"
When the Mohist ancestor saw Mo Yan's soul, his face twisted and the look in his eyes changed.
My face is swollen after being beaten!
The incarnation of the gods in the main hall didn't know what the ancestor of the Mo family was thinking. Couldn't he just be a ninth-grade alchemist? Why did he love to commit suicide
Daojun Qiansha did not search the soul.
All of a sudden, she crushed Mo Yan's soul in front of everyone!
Mo Yan's soul couldn't even struggle.
Immediately afterwards, the soul tablet in the hands of the Mohist ancestor shattered.
Qiansha Daojun asked coldly: "Now it can be confirmed that the person who wanted to kill Mu Hong was Mo Yan, right?"
"you-"
The Mo family ancestor's eyes were red with anger, "Qian Sha, you are so cruel."
"What's the big deal? It's just killing a junior of the Mo family. What's the big deal?" Qiansha Daojun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said nonchalantly.
This is so familiar.
Isn’t this what the founder of Mohist school once said
The hall was silent and deathly quiet, which once again made people fear Qiansha.
As expected, the female killer goddess cannot be provoked.
Suddenly, the ancestor of the Mohist School wanted to escape and wanted to teleport away from the hall of the Tongmenghui, but he failed in the end. It was the leader of the alliance who took action and pressed the ancestor of the Mohist School to the ground with a powerful force.
The ancestor of the Mo family seemed to be roaring, as if he wanted to shout something, but no sound came out, or there was a force blocking his voice. Then the leader made a seal and injected it into the ancestor of the Mo family's body.
The divine power of the Mohist ancestor was sealed in an instant.
The powerful aura around him was also sealed, making him look like an ordinary person.
The leader of the alliance said: "Guanlan, execute the sentence."
"Yes, leader." A deity wearing a black robe walked out from behind the leader.
Xie Jiuniang looked at him several times.
Is this person's name Guanlan
This reminded her of a city called Guanlan in the Northern Territory. She wondered if it had anything to do with him.
Guanlan came to the ancestor of the Mo family, and when he raised his hand, he held a long whip in his palm. What was special about this long whip was that it was not spiritual energy lingering around it, but a faint soul power.
"Snapped!"
He whipped the ancestor of Mohism.
The ancestor of the Mohist school could not help but scream loudly.
However, the sound was isolated, and it was a very powerful force, as if it was doing whatever it wanted. This made Xie Jiuniang feel awe for the leader for the first time.
What kind of ability is it that can block out sound and allow the soul whip to hit the opponent
Xie Jiuniang glanced darkly towards the first seat.
How could such a scrutiny be hidden from a strong man like the leader? So when she looked over, the other party happened to be looking at her as well.
Their eyes met, and she felt a chill in her heart.
She instinctively wanted to avoid it, but her damn self-esteem prevented her from dodging.
The leader nodded slightly at her, as if greeting her.
Xie Jiuniang's heart skipped a beat, and she asked in a voice transmission, "Grandmaster, has the leader seen through my identity?"
"The leader has a semi-immortal mirror on him. Your little trick cannot be hidden from him." Qiansha Daojun replied.
She could see through this trick.
Xie Jiuniang pretended that she had not asked and had not exposed herself to anyone, and continued to watch the Mohist ancestor who was being tortured in the center of the hall.
The arrogant and domineering ancestor of the Mohist School has never experienced such a miserable situation as today.
The most unsuccessful thing was that no one stood up to plead for him.
In fact, most of the people present felt quite relieved by what they saw.
Only the gods of those families were in a bad mood.
Faced with such glaring evidence, they couldn't even speak for the ancestor of the Mohist School.
Especially the way Daojun Qiansha looked at them from time to time, as if he was waiting for them to speak for the Mo family, so that he could take the opportunity to drag them all into the water.
In this situation, they dared not say a word.
(End of this chapter)