"These are dolls that I have painstakingly made over the past ten thousand years. There must be a part of them, you should be familiar with them."
Han Chujiu's eyes suddenly widened: "Lin Huai! Didn't Lin Huai die a long time ago, has his soul disappeared? How...how could..."
Lin Huai was not the only one among the dozen or so woodcarving figurines.
There are also several eminent monks in the Dabei Temple who have passed away long ago.
There are high-ranking elders in the extreme domain and the nether domain.
There is even a Kaguramon palm music among them.
The only thing in common is that each of them has surpassed the Immortal Venerable in their cultivation during their lifetime.
Han Chujiu's heart sank little by little.
seeing is believing.
Hearing what Mo Qingshan said, he didn't believe that something happened to his apprentice.
But now I can see these fairy gods and emperors who have been made into puppets.
However, he had a premonition that Xiaoyaomen was really more ominous than ominous.
"Mo Qingshan, you bastard!!"
Mr. Yu endured the pain and raised his head. When he saw that one of the puppets turned out to be his long-lost friend, he immediately flew into a rage, "Jiyu was founded by you alone, and your lord is your nephew. These elders are loyal followers. Ji Yu, the guardian of Ji Yu, how can you make him into a puppet! Aren’t you afraid of retribution?!”
Mo Qingshan sneered, "As early as ten thousand years ago, I had already given up being a human being."
He slowly lifts the pen, his gaze falls on Luo Yunxiao and Di Ming Jue, and he says in a deep voice: "I explain everything to you in the hope that you will die clearly. But it's time to settle everything."
"Only by killing you guys completely, can I kill that little divine musician with my own hands, completely and completely seal Qihuang, so that he can no longer escape."
When he said the last sentence, Mo Qingshan's eyes turned scarlet for some reason.
A strong evil spirit permeated the whole body.
But soon, he closed his eyes and his expression returned to normal.
The tip of the pen emitted a faint golden light, and each stroke fell on the scroll.
That is a "dead" word.
Luo Yunxiao suddenly raised her head, looking at Di Ming Jue not far away with her blood-colored pupils, said hoarsely: "Di Ming Jue, promise me, guard Xiaoyaomen, guard Muyan!"
Di Ming Jue's movements are faster than his.
Before Luo Yunxiao finished speaking, he had already jumped up from the ground.
Black flames burned on his body.
Everything around began to twist and twist.
"Luo Yunxiao, that's what I want you to say!"
"Promise me, guard Muyan for me, guard the extreme domain!"
While speaking, Di Ming Jue has already broken through the rules and restrictions of the Conferred God Order, rushing in front of Mo Qingshan.
Mo Qingshan showed a surprised expression on his face, "The power of law? What kind of power of law is this? It can shake the decree of the gods?!"
Di Ming Jue grabs Mo Qingshan's neck, snaps and snaps.
The other hand directly pierced Mo Qingshan's heart.
The movements were so crisp and neat that no one had time to react.
However, just when everyone in Jiyu wanted to cheer, they found countless golden lights wrapping around Di Ming Jue's body.
Mo Qingshan's twisted neck made a kerala sound, turned slowly, and made a slightly hoarse and weak voice, "It's a pity... If you did it before Qihuang's body was weakened, you might have succeeded Yes. But now... As my descendant, you have done enough."
"But I have been planning for ten thousand years, and I will never allow any mistakes! Di Ming Jue, close your eyes... rest in peace."