Chapter 680: : Force retreat

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The people on the Moqu stand with their hands in their hands, and although they look up at the God Lord Meixing above the void, they give people a feeling of extreme detachment from the people on the Moqu.
"Haha, the God Lord of Meixing, your adjectives are a bit too much, and the five super sect exchanges are inherently dangerous. If there is no life and death persecution, how can these little dolls grow?"
"As for the death of someone, the old man wanted to come because of the sudden birth of the Tianlan Palace. After all, even if you and I have never had a chance to enter it, outsiders cannot know what dangers exist in it. Perhaps the death of your disciple was just an accident. It's really hard to tell."
The person on the ink channel with a smile opened his mouth, the old voice was extremely gentle, and he did not get angry at the aggressive words of the God Lord before, but instead exhorted the God Lord from the perspective of a bystander.
The words of the person on the Moqu made Ye Wuque frown. He could naturally hear that although the person on the Moqu seemed to be admonishing, in fact he was defending himself.
Although Ye Wuque didn't know why the people on Moqu defended himself so much, his heart still filled with gratitude.
Above the void, after hearing the words of the people on Moqu, the God Lord Meixing suddenly flashed a chill in his ruthless beautiful eyes!
At the same time, there was a sense of doubt in her heart. She also couldn't understand why the people on the Moqu would maintain such a protection against a disciple of the Holy Path of the Heavens, which was not in line with common sense.
However, as the vice-sect master of the Qingming Divine Palace, the master Meixing, no matter what the scheming means, is one-of-a-kind, but after a flash of light, new ideas spring up.
"Master Moqu, I respect you as a senior. Since the senior spoke, then this sect can spare him a death without taking his life, but only one of the twenty outstanding genius disciples of my Qingming Shrine survived. Such an earth-shattering tragedy. This sect has been sent to the Divine Lord to know."
Divine Lord!
When Ye Wuque heard these four words, there was a chill in his heart for some reason!
Ye Wuque had never seen that when the people in front of Moqu heard the four words Di Mingzhu, a hint of inexplicable meaning flashed in his vicissitudes of life.
After the Lord Meixing paused, his beautiful eyes passed the person on the Mo Can, and his eyes fell on Ye Wuque's body.
Suddenly, Ye Wuque felt like a lamb being stared at by a poisonous python, chilling.
"The of the earth and the underworld meant to let this sect take this son back to my Qingming Shrine, and explain everything that happened in the Tianlan True Palace carefully. As long as this son is telling the truth, this sect and the earth The Underworld God Lord will never embarrass him, just let him come to pick up the exquisite Lord of the Heavens' Path or the Heaven's End Lord."
Ye Wuque's expression changed with horror as soon as this said!
The God Lord Meixing said it really nicely. If she really falls into her hands and takes it to the Qingming Divine Palace, even if she does not die, she will definitely not be any better, and it might even be worse than death!
When the time comes, even if Aunt Linglong or even the Heaven's End Holy Master goes to Qingming Shrine to pick him up, I'm afraid it will be either a corpse or a waste person!
This is completely the conspiracy and trick of the God Lord, and it is extremely vicious!
It not only gave face to the people in Moqu, but also so dripping water, what a deep scheming!
After the God Master Meixing finished speaking, he retracted Ye Wuque's gaze, and looked at the person in Moqu again.
Although she didn't know why the people on Moqu suddenly came out to save Ye Wuque, but now that they have moved out of the name of the master of the gods, the people on the Moqu will definitely know the interest, so they retreat and give this child to her.
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After all, the name of the Lord of the Underworld is in this northern heaven, and no one dares to violate it!
Because the Divine Master is the contemporary Sovereign of the Qingming Temple, he is powerful and noble!
As for the so-called taking to the Qingming Divine Palace... The God Master Meixing sneered in his heart, and the killing intent spread.
"Haha, the old man has lived for so long, even if the of your charm is in the eyes of the old man, it is nothing more than a little baby. With this argument, do you say that the old man will believe it? As long as there is an old man today, no one can move here. , Even if the Lord of the Underworld comes in person, what fear does the old man have?"
Just as Ye Wuque was wondering whether the person on the Moqu would really hand over himself, he heard the person on the Moqu who still seemed to be smiling, but in fact he was absolutely sure, and a warm rush came out in his heart, and he remembered deeply. The kindness of the people on Moqu.
The expression of God Lord Meixing changed, she really did not expect that the people on Moqu would be so shameless!
The atmosphere froze in an instant, and the eyes flickered, and the God Lord Meixing was silent, but soon a chill came into his eyes.
"So you are not willing to give me the face of Qingming Temple?"
The voice of the God Lord Meixing became cold, and his eyes pointed directly at the person on the Moqu!
The people on the Mo Can stand with their hands behind them, without opening their mouths, but the posture has said everything.
"If this is the case, then the younger generation is offended, so they dare to ask someone in Moqu for advice!"
Hum!
As soon as the words of the God Lord Meixing fell, the whole body's vitality was overflowing like an ocean, and he stretched out his slender right hand like a white jade, and slammed it toward the person on the Moqu!
Rumble!
Above the void, there suddenly appeared a cyan giant hand with the size of ten thousand meters. Unlike the Qing Ming handprint, this cyan giant hand was burning with cyan flames, glowing with gloom, as if from hell. Come, with an unpredictable fluctuation!
"Qing Ming Purgatory Palm!"
The mighty and terrifying aura swept through the eight wastes, as if this heaven and earth had become an endless green underworld hell, imprisoning all living things, torturing all living things, and destroying all living things!
Ye Wuque felt that he had become a kid who had fallen into the Hell of Qingming. No matter how wailing and struggling, it was useless, and he could only wait for the endless terror to come!
Although the palm of the master Meixing meant to ask people on Moqu for advice, it was also enveloped by Ye Wuque!
She wants to take the opportunity to kill Ye Wuque!
The person on the ink canal stood with his hand holding his hand, the dark green martial arts robe hunted in the wind, his ruddy face looked at the big blue hand above the void, and he slowly stretched out a right hand, his big sleeve fluttered, and he waved himself!
Huh!
For an instant, there seemed to be a refreshing breeze, and then the breeze became more and more violent, and turned into an endless gust of wind, which completely enveloped the palm pressed by the Lord Meixing!
Immediately, Ye Wuque couldn't see anything in front of him, only heard the endless wind whistling, the endless roar spreading away, and even instant deafness!
When everything calmed down, Ye Wuque resumed his vision again, and found that the people on the Moqu and the God Lord Meixing still maintained their original appearances, as if they had not done anything.
But in the next instant, Ye Wuque's face changed wildly, and he clearly discovered