"Ye Chengfeng, stop!!"
"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and save the ancestor?!"
Ye Chengfeng didn't even look at the person who rushed up, and sent out with dark force in his hand.
Only a few crackling sounds were heard, accompanied by Yi Zhengqing's miserable scream.
His body slowly fell down like a puddle of mud.
Ye Chengfeng threw it away in disgust, looked down at the painful and mourning meatball, and said slowly: "Don't worry, your altar is ready. I won't kill you easily!"
"Even if you are going to die, you must at least have tasted enough of the pain and despair that Chu Xi suffered back then before you allow death!"
His voice was calm and gentle, even with a hint of a smile.
But it made all the six families and eight sects of the Three Leagues present turn pale and tremble all over.
They couldn't understand how they could not fight back with so many people on their side
Looking at the tragic situation of his grandfather and ancestors, Xiang Yunzhou couldn't help looking at Muyan for help.
"City Lord Jun, do you really want to watch Ye Chengfeng bleed the blood of the Landi camp into rivers?"
Muyan hasn't spoken yet.
Leng Yumo has already said angrily: "Is there something wrong with you people? I plotted against my little junior sister before, but if the plot fails, I want to sell it badly. We are so busy watching movies and eating melons!"
Luo Yu sneered: "When Lan Chuxi was killed, didn't you people just watch?"
"Gugujiji!" Mom, this pastry is very delicious, try it!
Muyan took the pastry brought by Little Wing, took a bite, and said slowly: "Leader Xiang, we have a friendship, some words are harsh, so don't force me to say them, it hurts my feelings. I don't want to Lan Chuxi's yesterday becomes my Happy City's tomorrow."
Xiang Yunzhou's face turned pale immediately, and he lowered his head in shame.
And Yi Xuesong couldn't stop shaking when he saw his ancestor's inhuman appearance.
He looked at Ye Chengfeng, with strong hatred in his eyes, and the madness of breaking the boat.
Suddenly, Yi Xuesong cleared his throat, his voice was neither high nor low, but it condensed powerful spiritual power and spread far away.
"Your Majesty, until now, are you going to continue to stand by and let Ye Chengfeng destroy [Tongtianji], and destroy our foundation that we have worked so hard to save for thousands of years?"
Yi Xuesong's words were so endless that people wondered if his brain was broken because of too much stimulation.
However, the moment his voice fell.
Those black-armored soldiers whose heads and faces were covered tightly began to twitch violently.
Then there was only the sound of bang bang bang.
The soldiers who had been escorting the members of the six families and eight sects of the Three Leagues fell one by one.
The people from the six families and eight sects of the Three Leagues were stunned at first, and then couldn't help being ecstatic.
"Master Yi, what is going on?"
"Did you arrange any other tricks?"
Yi Xuesong didn't speak, his face was slightly pale, and he couldn't help looking at Ye Chengfeng, with a ferocious smile on his face.
"Ye Chengfeng, even if you are as witty as you, you never thought that if you were praying and catching cicadas, there would be orioles behind you, right?"
Ye Atian and the others quickly approached Ye Chengfeng, their faces full of surprise and uncertainty.
"Master, what's going on here?"
There was neither surprise nor anger on Ye Chengfeng's face, but a cold and mocking smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.
However, suddenly, his expression changed, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and his figure disappeared instantly.