The ghost army has surrounded those spiritists.
At this time, as long as Emperor Qianxie thought, the sects of the world would have to face the siege of the ghost army!
Just like... they besieged Feng Wuxie before...
However, now, the situation is completely reversed.
The brows of the two wild gods were frowned.
They thought that the siege of Feng Wuxie this time was a must, but they never expected... Emperor Qianxie would suddenly appear!
And—he turned out to be a dark soul power!
In battle, the dark soul power can control the soul, and it can have a suppressive effect on most other soul powers!
Moreover, the sword in Emperor Qianxie's hand...
One sword reaches the Wanjun!
Is it possible that these hideous and terrifying ghosts are all dead souls under that sword
The two desolate old men were unwilling to say:
"The emperor, this matter was caused by Madam Ling, so she should be allowed to bear the consequences! What's the point of your blindly protecting you like this!"
"Yes, it is Feng Wuxie who owes blood debt first, and we seek revenge later. The remarks made by the emperor's leader just now are really ridiculous!"
At this moment, Mo Rong was behind, looking after Feng Wuxie, as if talking to himself:
"... When Madam presented evidence to prove herself, she didn't see who was reasoning with her?"
-These things, he heard clearly in the soul beads.
Feng Wuxie opened his eyes weakly, and at this time, he did not forget to agree:
"Yeah, no one listens to my reasoning, I am miserable."
Isn't it just selling miserable and innocent people
She died unfairly!
Mo Rong shook his head loudly:
"Now, seeing that my tutor is very good, some people are starting to reason one by one... Hehe, what about the face?"
Xiao Bai had already shrunk his size at this time and became a humanoid Xiao Zhengtai. He exaggeratedly said:
"President Mo, you don't understand, my master said, some people... never shameless! Others have thick skins like city walls! They can't be beaten with artillery!"
Mo Rong nodded in agreement.
The two of them sang together, but their voices were loud enough for everyone to hear them clearly.
Many spiritists heard it, and their faces were full of shame and anger.
The two desolate old men's expressions sank.
Although they didn't know how the sudden appearance of Emperor Qianxie and Mo Rong knew such details, they couldn't bear to be ridiculed in this way.
Among them, the old man of the wild god hummed heavily:
"Feng Mingzhu is Feng Wuxie's relatives, and what she took out is nothing proof! Anyone can forge the contents of Shizhijing, and she can't prove Feng Wuxie's innocence!"
Although those spirit masters were still frightened by Emperor Qianxie's might and did not dare to echo them loudly, they also nodded one after another.
Obviously, even though they had calmed down, they still didn't believe in the contents of the Shizhi Mirror in Feng Mingzhu's hand.
Di Qianxie showed a cold and disdainful smile.
Seeing that he was about to order the ghost army to attack, the other old man who did not speak spoke:
"The emperor, today's matter is not that I am waiting to be unreasonable!"
Di Qianxie looked at him.
There was no overbearing in the words of the old man, and he said sincerely:
"All those present today have relatives and friends who died tragically at the hands of Mrs. Ling. The deceased is dead, and the only thing we can do is to avenge the relatives! But with a world-famous mirror who doesn't know the truth, it really can't convince the crowd!"
However, when Di Qianxie heard his words, the chill on his face grew stronger:
"I don't know the truth? The reason?"
He sneered and sneered:
"It's been a long time since I heard such a ridiculous joke, Mo Rong, their ability to tell jokes is much better than you."
Mo Rong supported his forehead, repeatedly saying yes.
The others didn’t understand what Di Qianxie’s words meant... Who told him a joke
Are they not serious about reasoning with him
Even Xiao Bai, who has always been quick-minded, didn't react, and asked Mo Rong blankly: "Is anyone telling a joke? Why do I have no urge to laugh at all?"
Mo Rong glanced sympathetically at the cultivators of the various schools of the world, and then explained to Xiao Bai:
"These fools actually want to reason with the leader... Isn't that funny?"
Xiao Bai: "...It's kind of funny."
That is at this moment—
Emperor Qianxie is as cold as a killer, fierce and pressing, cold snort:
"The words of this leader are the truth in this world! And the words of my wife are my truth!"
"You..." The desolate old man pointed at Emperor Qianxie, extremely annoyed.
"What? Do you still have to reason with the master?"
The old man was stuffed for a while, flicking his sleeves fiercely, and took a step forward:
"The emperor, Mrs. Ling is the only revenge target we can find, we can't just let it go anyway!"
Emperor Qianxie narrowed his eyes slightly-
The Ghost Legion felt the anger rising in his heart, and roared in a low voice!
The spiritists who were besieged all looked tight.
These ghosts are completely different from what they had seen before.
Not only is it solid, it is also persevering!
There was a red light flashing like blood in their eyes, and they were full of greed and desire for the flesh and blood of creatures!
Emperor Qianxie stretched out his hand and held the black long sword cruising in front of him.
"Innocence won't let me kill people. Therefore, these people, you can make them half-dead, not as good as dead, but they can't be eaten." He said lightly.
The black long sword uttered a sword cry, which contained a kind of unwillingness and a touch of obedience.
The two wild gods looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths twitched suddenly!
Emperor Qianxie... Is he... talking to that sword
What half-dead? Life is better than death? Still eating
It's all about it, why is it so scary...
Feng Wuxie's face was pale, and he couldn't help but open his eyes laboriously, and glanced in the direction of the sword—
Because Yan Yu was talking excitedly in her ear:
"Innocent, that's Devil May Cry! Sword of Darkness!"
"Tsk... I didn't expect this guy would surrender to others..." Chi Yan said with a little emotion.
"It's not surprising that we will always meet the right master." Uncle Ruoxu said with a smile.
"Ah, it's a ghost... Brother Devil May Cry, I'm a little afraid of him... He can eat too much..." Qingtan added weakly.
Moreover, what he eats is the souls of various creatures!
Qingtan hugged herself weakly, shivering, as if she was afraid that she would be eaten by Devil May Cry.
Feng Wuxie didn't expect that Emperor Qianxie would bring back the sword of darkness among the nine swords.
But it is reasonable to think about it.
After all, it was Jun Buran who arranged for him to enter the Soul Orb... He said that he would give the Emperor Qianxie a chance.
So, the Sword of Devil May Cry, is this opportunity
The harvest is really good.
As she was thinking, the sharp pain in her chest interrupted her thoughts.
Feng Wuxie endured the blood to his lips.
She put aside her messy thoughts and seized the time to heal her injuries.
If you hit it for a while
Get up, she must not drag Emperor Qianxie's hind legs!
At this time, the two old desolate gods had been stopped between Emperor Qianxie and a group of spiritists.
They didn't know what the sword in Emperor Qianxie's hand was.
But the fierce aura from the sword body made them have to take it seriously!
The murderous spirit on the Devil May Cry Sword in Emperor Qianxie's hand soars!
The black energy on the ghost legion became frantic, like a flood about to burst the bank!
The two desolate old men looked angry, and their spirit power rose accordingly!
Those spiritists stared at the surrounding ghosts, and clenched their weapons!
Just when the atmosphere on the court was tense to the extreme, when the two sides were about to take action.
A voice suddenly penetrated from outside the battlefield, interrupting the murderous aura that intertwined on both sides—
"Wait! Stop it!"
I saw above the sky, I don't know when a huge flying boat appeared!
The logo of the Association of Pharmacists above is impressive!
A figure flashed out of the flying boat and landed in the center of the battlefield.
This person is exactly Nie Cangyu, the president of the Association of Pharmacists!
"President Nie?" The two desolate old men were a little surprised at his arrival: "How come you?"
But Emperor Qianxie did not relax because of Nie Cangyu's arrival.
He just stopped the ghost army for a while, then looked at the President of the Medicine Society indifferently, without speaking.
Nie Cangyu first nodded to the two desolate old men.
He saw You Lao who was injured and unconscious on one side, but didn't ask much.
—I guessed eight or nine points.
Nie Cangyu sighed and said:
"I am here today, not to seek revenge, nor to grudge. I am here, just to persuade you to take a step back."
He looked at the two desolate old men:
"If you say revenge, no one is more qualified than my pharmacist federation, isn't it?"
The two old men looked at each other, but couldn't say anything to refute.
Nie Cangyu looked at Emperor Qianxie again:
"The emperor, do you know, the disciples of my Pharmacist Federation, in just a few days, more than 3,000 people have died!"
Emperor Qianxie was unmoved, only said:
"The three thousand lives of others, in my eyes, are no better than the three swords that my wife was stabbed by someone, which hurts my heart."
Nie Cangyu, the veteran president, heard this, his voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were red:
"The emperor loves his wife, the old man can understand. But, the emperor, do you know? Those pharmacists who died, many of them are young children... Those children are determined to help the world and save people from danger... You have never seen it. I have never known them before, they all have a sincere heart... Good boy..."
The choking sound of the old president made everyone gradually put down their swords.
Emperor Qianxie also quietly took back those ghosts.
The old president wiped a tear, looked at Feng Wuxie, and sighed sadly:
"Not long ago, Lord Feng relied on a hand of poison to save people and became famous in the world. After those children learned about poison, they both longed for poison and were delighted. The old man received a lot of news from them from various parties. In the midst, they all aspire to become pharmacists and poisoners like Lord Feng... But in the blink of an eye... they are all dead... Can the emperor show some kindness and feel sorry for these children?"
Emperor Qianxie's heart suddenly softened: "..."
Feng Wuxie was also flushed with red eyes... Already, more than 3,000 dead, are you a young pharmacist...
Four and Mondays were quiet.
The sound of the wind is like a sad sob.
-May the spirit of the dead go west and return with the falling clouds and colorful clouds.
(End of this chapter)