Zhang Qinghe is like an angry lion, exuding an indescribable terrifying power!
When a man fights for his loved ones, he will be invincible!
And when this man was a father, then he was truly... fearless and omnipotent!
The arrival of Ye Wuque, the opening of Ye Wuque, and the identity and status of Ye Wuque all brought new hope to Zhang Qinghe.
This is a person who was originally drunk and dreamed of death, and prepared for this remnant life, but now it is extremely unconventional and has regained motivation!
For his daughter, he stood up again.
He chose to believe in Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque looked at the desperate and mad flames in Zhang Qinghe's scarlet eyes. He didn't speak or say anything, just gently pointed it out!
Hum!
A force of the soul rushed from the fingertips and poured into Zhang Qinghe's forehead.
Zhang Qinghe instinctively wanted to resist, but the next moment he let himself relax and accept Ye Wuque's soul power.
This power of soul suddenly entered Zhang Qinghe's soul space, and then disappeared.
After doing all this, Ye Wuque said indifferently, "I see your thoughts."
"I can't guarantee you any."
"But I can be sure that there may be a great relationship between what I want to investigate and Zhang Yaxin."
"So, if you really need something, I won't be polite."
"Correspondingly, if the truth becomes clear one day, you will also know everything."
Ye Wuque's remarks were simple and sounded a little more ambiguous, but in the ears of Zhang Qinghe, the pavilion made him even more convinced!
If Ye Wuque boasted about going to Haikou, Zhang Qinghe would not believe it. The current statement is even more convincing.
"Thank you... Master Ye!"
Zhang Qinghe held a fist to Ye Wuque and gave a deep salute.
"Now that everything is still unclear, you can just continue to be what you are on weekdays, don't show any horses, and wait patiently."
"I know."
Zhang Qinghe nodded immediately, he naturally understood the meaning of Ye Wuque's words.
Continue to be the drunkard who is drunk and dreamy, and continue to play the role of the past self.
Ye Wuque nodded gently.
Then he turned and left, and the figure gradually disappeared in place.
Profound veins on the ground.
Ye Wuque walked slowly, no one saw him.
At this moment, he was reviewing every word of Zhang Qinghe.
Perceived by the power of the soul, Ye Wuque could be sure that Zhang Qinghe had not lied, nor could he lie in front of him.
From Zhang Qinghe's words, Ye Wuque found some key points.
Zhang Yaxin's existence was deliberately erased by some means.
Falsify the memory of others!
Dilute all traces of Zhang Yaxin!
Squeeze individuals with the general environment.
The time, place, people and harmony are all occupied.
In the end, Zhang Yaxin completely "disappeared", as if he had never appeared before.
When most people regard a lie as true, then the only one who knows the truth becomes a lie.
This is a terrible but extremely lethal method!
Simple and straightforward.
Crude and effective!
Ye Wuque asked himself.
If it is him, under the advantage of the big environment, tampering with memory, even the memory of the legendary realm of truth and magic, with the cultivation of the soul of the Great Sun Realm and the cultivation of the Wind, Fire and Great Tribulation Realm. It is not difficult to do.
So here comes the problem!
The first of the nine Dinghai Shenzhen of the Ancient League Nine Meridians, what role does it play in it?
Where is the supreme leader?
Thinking of this, Ye Wuque's mind once again came to Pan'er, who was bound by chains and imprisoned on the roof of the Patriarch's Hall, and showed the appearance of a thin old man.
And Pan'er is the daughter of the lord!
"This skinny old man has the conditions to do all this..."
Ye Wuque's speculation about the skinny old man was three points more certain.
"But now the leader and the first seat are still at the End of the World and haven't returned. Many things are still unclear. Among them, there are still mysteries."
As for Zhang Qinghe?
This is a natural ally.
What's more, it is still a true legendary realm, and it is also a force.
The appearance of Zhang Qinghe also happened to satisfy Ye Wuque, who had just become the Great Soul Sage of the Dark Star Realm, for some things, and was a good test target.
Of course, Ye Wuque wouldn't trust others by relying on one-sided words, so he left the spirit means in Zhang Qinghe's spirit space to make sure of everything.
"Fang Qingyang escaped from the ancient league, he died in a foreign land, and ended miserably."
"Zhang Yaxin disappeared inexplicably, life and death unknown."
"The traces of the existence of these two people have been deliberately erased, and will never be mentioned in the ancient league."
"Then Yang Yunlang of the remaining Star Vein is not unexpectedly the same."
"All traces have been deliberately erased, no one can be seen alive or dead."
"These three people must have something unknown in common, and only when they meet the conditions will they be targeted and suffer a miserable end."
"The common ground..."
"His real goal..."
Ye Wuque muttered to himself.
However, in the next moment, his gaze lifted and he looked towards the front. At the end of his gaze, the Xuanmai Sacrifice Hall stood quietly there.
"Maybe the things in the unnamed tablet can have new clues..."
Soon, Ye Wuque appeared at the gate of the sacrificial hall again.
The bronze gate stands, and the mysterious beast shadow with closed eyes also exists, lifelike.
At this moment, Ye Wuque's spirit power had already spread out, covering the entire profound veins.
In the eyes of all the Profound Vein disciples, everything is normal, and the sacrificial hall is still closed as before.
No one could see what Ye Wuque was doing now.
Stepping out slowly, Ye Wuque walked directly to the ten feet in front of the bronze door.
Hum! !
The mysterious beast shadow on the bronze door suddenly opened his eyes as Ye Wuque approached, and the huge blood pupil looked over.
A bloodline shining directly on Ye Wuque's body, tumbling.
Immediately, a low roar full of evil aura and might resounded!
"Permission detection..."
"The quasi-spirit cotyledons are perfect!"
"The right to enter!"
"Welcome to the sacrificial hall!"
Hearing this low roar again, Ye Wuque looked at the roaring bronze door slowly opening in front of him, his expression calm.
The dust rushed towards his face, and Ye Wuque stepped into it slowly, his figure dissipating in a dark passage.
The opened bronze door closed again as Ye Wuque entered.
In front of the sacrificial hall.
Many Profound Vein disciples passed by, but they didn't notice anything unusual, and no one heard the low roar of the mysterious beast shadow that just sounded.
Simultaneously.
Ye Wuque's flesh and blood clone is still attracting attention in the Ancient League, attracting attention, and the atmosphere is warm.
