As soon as the words fell, Mo Qingshan grabbed the corner of the scroll with his hand.
In the next moment, the black arrow that was vibrating violently and piercing into the God Conferred Order quickly melted and disappeared.
Mo Qingshan said lightly: "Lord of Nine Lies, I don't want to be your enemy. This is not your world, presumably you should not be interested in staying in this boring place any longer. Open the gate of the sky, let's leave together, return to To your hometown, shouldn't it be as you wish?"
Chu Moli was still floating in the air at this time, and he was standing, not sitting in a wheelchair.
Holding a silver longbow in his hand, his long hair fluttered, and his white clothes were blown by the wind, revealing a thin youthful figure and a pale face.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a sick and weak boy.
But who would have thought that such a young man in his early twenties would have such a strong strength and identity.
What kind of humiliation and pain has the leader of a world suffered when he fell into this world
As Mo Qingshan said, doesn't Chu Moli want to go back
Is he really willing to be a cripple forever, an ordinary monk in this dirty and fragmented world
Everyone held their breath and looked at the young man in the air for a moment.
Chu Moli smiled softly, with a gentle and indifferent expression: "Your proposal is very tempting. If you tell me in another situation, I might agree. But it is a pity, for me now, the Lord of Nine Lies His identity is not as interesting as the seven sons of Xiaoyao. It has nothing to do with me if you want to kill anyone in the world, and I don’t want to ask if you want to destroy the world. It just so happens that the person you have to be your enemy is my little one. Martial sister, the person you want to be the container of divine orders is the husband-in-law of my little junior sister; the person who you shot and killed, whose life and death are still unknown, is my little uncle from Xiaoyaomen."
Having said that, Chu Moli slowly raised his hand, and another black arrow slowly condensed on the silver longbow. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly: "Mo Qingshan, I am a member of Xiaoyaomen, Not anyone can move it! Even you are no exception!"
Whoosh! !
The long black arrow shot out.
Breaking through the air also seems to break through the energy rules of this world.
Mo Qingshan squinted his eyes, and the Conferred God Order turned into a long sword, with murderous intent in his eyes.
However, the next moment, the long arrow that had reached his eyes suddenly sank.
Mo Qingshan's calm and calm expression finally changed.
Puchi!
The long black arrow sank into Di Beixuan's body.
The black energy that was originally suppressed by the divine order spread rapidly, completely engulfing Di Beixuan in the blink of an eye.
Without even snorting, Di Beixuan was completely dragged into the endless hell created by the [Karma Curse].
Shura evil ghost, red lotus karma fire.
Mourning destroys the bones, destroys the heart and cuts the liver.
Di Beixuan would go through all the pain in this world over and over again, until his soul was completely burned out, and he would never be reborn forever!
And after the [Karma Retribution Curse] completely broke out, even Mo Qingshan's [Conferred God Order] lost its effect.
What's more, Chu Moli's arrow also strengthened the power of the curse on the [Karma Retribution Curse].
Di Beixuan didn't know what happened until he fell into the Infernal Hell.
His eyes were still wide open and protruding, filled with pain, fear, pleading and despair.
Mo Qingshan let out a breath slowly, looked up at Chu Moli who was in the air, with a dignified look on his face.
Chu Moli's face was pale, not even a trace of blood on his lips.