Do Not Seek Fairy Fate - Chapter 777

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For Qin Qingrong, Mo Qiu didn’t hide it either.

“The ancestral temple is famous, and the temple master is even more powerful. King Zhao has to give him some face, and the progress of the crime has slowed down.”

“The battle on the front line is relaxed, the Shangqing Xuanyoudongtian is a little tight, and there are millions of ghost soldiers hoarding near the entrance of the passage. Do things for him to avoid trouble.”

He shook his head and said:

“But these are all expedients. If Wang Huangzhen can make King Zhao retreat, Quanzhen Dao will be his next target.”

“Didn’t you already promise to work for him?” Qin Qingrong frowned:

“So, he still hasn’t let go of Quanzhen Dao?”

“It’s not that simple.” Mo Qiu sighed:

“Transactions and covenants are feasible when the difference in strength is not large. Emperor Ku will not break his promise, but Wang Huang is different.”

Di Ku dared not keep his word, and Mo Qiu had the strength to make him regret it.

And Wang Huang…

The gap is too big!

“There is no other way?” Qin Qingrong said in a low voice:

“In Dragon Burial, you killed the eleventh-order dragon race.”

“It’s different.” Mo Qiu shook his head:

“At that time, there were ancestors’ remnants to help, and this is the underworld. Although my practice method is unique, there are restrictions in the underworld.”

“Deal with Wang Huang…”

He pondered slightly and said:

“Unless it is to use the power of the heavenly soldiers in Shangqing Xuanyoudongtian or Burying Dragon, no, Shangqing Xuanyoudongtian is afraid that it will not work.”

The human race that buried Longtian is powerful.

Even if there are only 100,000 or 200,000 people, it can provide a great help.

The Shangqing Xuanyoudongtian is different, the people there are low in strength, even if the number exceeds one million, I am afraid that they will not be able to compare to Dragon Burial.

“If…” Qin Qingrong pursed her lips and said:

“We join forces?”

The two people’s breath sympathetic, coupled with Mo Qiu’s manipulation, the strength is far greater than one plus one equals two, which can be improved by several times.

“no.”

Compared to Qin Qingrong, who was ignorant of the late stage power of the Ghost King, Mo Qiu had personally experienced the power of the eleventh-order dragon race:

“You and I are not the opponents of Wang Huang.”

“…”

Qin Qingrong was silent:

“Is there no way?”

She believes in Mo Qiu’s potential, as long as she is given enough time, she will definitely be able to compete with Wang Huang, but she is afraid that there will be no time.

“Don’t worry.” Mo Qiu said slowly:

“It’s not me who wants to deal with Wang Huang. If you have the heart to count, if you set a trap in advance, it may not be impossible.”

“It’s a pity that although Wang Huang maintains his identity, he is not a careless ghost.”

“This way…” Qin Qingrong’s eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

Mo Qiu’s expression was relaxed, and he didn’t seem to take the current predicament seriously at all, and it was rare to let down his guard here.

The Great Yin Si, I am afraid that only Qin Qingrong is by his side, who can make him relax.

Since there is no way to come up with it for the time being, one person and one ghost simply leave the matter behind, fetch spirit tea and wine, and talk some gossip.

“I went back to Jiao Xing City, and there are no old people there. Fortunately, the blue sac pharmacy is still there.”

Mo Qiu spoke slowly:

“The last time I went back, I was in a hurry. I have never left Taiyizong. Next time we return to Yangshi, we must go around when we have time.”

“Ok.”

Qin Qingrong’s beautiful eyes flashed, and figures flashed in her heart, and then she sighed leisurely.

“Time has changed, old people have passed away, and once something is missed, it will not appear again, but we are more fortunate.”

“Yeah.” Mo Qiu nodded, and just picked up the tea cup, his expression suddenly changed.

Immediately, he waved his hand violently, the knife light slid across, and a crack appeared in the void.

Qin Qingrong was stunned for a moment, then returned to her senses, calmly tidying up the house.

“Saint.”

Just then, a voice came from outside the house:

“The Lord of the Palace is here to visit.”

“Please come in.” Qin Qingrong calmed down, opened the door with her sleeves, and stood up.

“Ha ha…”

Before the ghost arrives, Wang Huang’s smile has already disappeared into the eardrum:

“As soon as I came back, I heard that the saintess’ cultivation has made further progress. She is now a middle-level ghost king. I didn’t believe it at first, but now it seems to be true.”

“congratulations!”

“Congratulations!”

He clasped his fists and cupped his hands, laughed and entered, followed by ghost soldiers behind him, presenting a ghost of the underworld and placing it in front of Qin Qingrong.

“Wang was overjoyed when he heard the news. These are all congratulations, congratulations to the Holy Goddess for making progress.”

“The hall master has spent money.” Qin Qingrong bowed and bowed:

“Qing Rong’s existence today is entirely due to the guidance of the sages of the ancestral temple, and the master of the temple bestows the divine power.”

“Hey!”

Wang Huang waved his hand:

“The Ancestral Temple has always cultivated a lot of ghosts, but very few can make progress like you, not to mention the progress so fast.”

“It is indeed the soul appointed by the Holy Master.”

“Ok?”

While speaking, he seemed to notice something, his face suddenly sank, his nose sniffed lightly, and his eyes that were filled with joy also cooled down:

“The breath of the living people in the Yang World…”

“Master Mo has come?”

There is only one living person in Lu Wangfu, and that is Mo Qiu.

The saint’s status is special, and it can be regarded as the banquet of the Holy Master, but this time she invited a man alone, which naturally changed Wang Huang’s color.

Qin Qingrong’s complexion changed slightly, but fortunately, she put on the tulle in advance. The tulle is also a ghost weapon, and outsiders will not notice her complexion.

She obviously didn’t expect that Wang Huang’s nose was so sensitive, and she could smell Mo Qiu’s breath in the already cleaned scene. At the moment, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she said with a light smile:

“I’m afraid the hall master has misunderstood, it should be this thing.”

Saying that, she summoned a nearby wooden kite and reached out to caress:

“This object is created by Master Yan. It is extremely ingenious. It was a gift from Dao Master Mo some time ago. I looked at it and put it in the house.”

“Well…”

Wang Huang’s eyes moved slightly, and a big hand gestured towards Mu Yuan.

Divine Sense swept inward, and a yin qi burst out, which immediately shook Mu Yuan into pieces, and said coldly:

“It’s better for the Holy Maiden to focus on her practice. This thing has hidden secrets, and it would be bad if someone surnamed Mo spied on something.”

“Yes.” Qin Qingrong bowed:

“What the hall master taught is.”

“Huh…” Maybe he felt that his tone was too heavy and he had done a little too much. Wang Huang took a deep breath and slowed down his voice:

“God’s fetus is hidden, is there something incomprehensible about the saint?”

“Although Wang has not practiced this time, he does know a lot about him. Maybe he can say something.”

“This…” Qin Qingrong raised her head, but she was a little unconvinced.

She had seen Mo Qiu’s ability before, and she even had the other person teach the magic method, and took the opportunity to understand the method. In terms of understanding the wonderful treasure of the fetus, she was not necessarily weaker than Wang Huang.

but.

“Qing Rong does have something, and I want to ask the temple master.”

“tell me the story.”

“Three-world altar skills and divine embryos have a lot of treasures, and they can be practiced with the help of external objects. Qing Rong met a person a few years ago who used my previous life. I don’t know if I can use it?”

“Huh?” Wang Huang’s complexion changed:

“Have you really seen your past life?”

“Not bad.” Qin Qingrong nodded.

“Okay, okay!” Wang Huang suddenly laughed:

“Very good. If you have a body in a previous life, you can make great progress in a short period of time. Where is your body now?”

…

on the main hall.

The atmosphere is dignified.

It should have been the position of King Lu, but it was not the figure of Emperor Ku, but Wang Huang, one of the three main halls of the ancestral temple.

He surveyed the audience with a gloomy expression on his face.

None of the many ghosts in the hall said a word, and almost all the ghosts bowed their heads, lest the other party focus their attention on themselves.

“Yan Ping is dead.”

a long time.

Only then did Wang Huang’s voice sound in the hall.

The voice was hoarse and low, with a strong anger and chill, like a cold wind, raging back and forth in the hall.

“Who did it?”

“Go back to the hall master.” A ghost stepped forward, and the sound tape replied in an uneasy tone:

“According to the clues left in the field, the horse-faced ghost king Ma Chengwei did what he did. After he killed General Yan, he took off the token on the general’s body and went to the prison, robbing his own ghost family. We have already tried our best to hunt them down.”

“Ma Chengwei?” The corners of Wang Huang’s mouth were slightly upturned, with a disdainful expression on his face:

“Do you really think that Ma Chengwei can kill him under the eyes of many ghost clans in Yan Ping’s mansion?”

“Even, didn’t even call for help?”

“…”

Quiet in the field.

The ghosts naturally know that such things are unlikely. After all, Ma Chengwei is probably much weaker than Yan Ping in terms of strength alone.

A sneak attack might have a chance to fight back, but it would never be so neat.

“Don’t ask!”

“Palace Lord Wang.” Mo Qiu stepped out, his expression unchanged.

“Where were you that night?” Wang Huang said coldly.

“Palace Master, what do you mean?” Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes:

“Is it possible to suspect that Mo killed General Yan. These days, I have had a good time talking with the general. How could I make such a trick?”

“Did I say it was you who did it?” Wang Huang’s eyes were gloomy:

“Master Mo is so eager to refute, is it true that he has a ghost in his heart?”

“Don’t dare.” Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

“Mo Mou rested in the mansion that day, as usual, and never went out.”

“That is to say…” Wang Huang hummed softly:

“There is no one who can testify, you never went to Yan Ping’s mansion?”

“Palace Master Wang.” Mo Qiu’s voice sank:

“There’s no reason for Mo Mou to attack General Yan, and the horse-faced ghost king was present that day. If Mo Mou took action, would he let him go?”

“Humph!” Wang Huang’s expression remained unchanged:

“But looking at the entire King Lu Realm, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can kill Yan Ping silently, except for Mo Daozhu, who else can do it?”

True.

There is no evidence that it was Mo Qiu’s hand.

but.

Yan Ping’s strength is there, there are only a few people who are qualified to be suspected, and only Mo Qiu is known to the ghosts.

“The Lord of the Palace.”

Mo Qiu took a deep breath and muttered:

“If you insist on doubting Mo, you have nothing to say, but if you want to put this matter on my head, Mo will not accept it.”

“Dissatisfied?”

Wang Huang whispered, and then his voice mentioned:

“You don’t agree!”

The high-pitched voice, like the thunder that ripped apart the sky, was wrapped in the power of terror, condensed into a stream, and slammed towards Mo Qiu.

“Peng!”

A layer of sword light stopped in front of him, smashing the incoming energy.

Wang Huang got up, like a mountain rising from the ground, the power of terror caused the whole earth to tremble wildly, and the ghosts were as if caught in the waves and waves.

“As a practitioner in the Yang world, it is contrary to the underworld. For your mere one person, the lord spared tens of millions of living people in Fangdongtian.”

“This kind of grace…”

“Are you still dissatisfied?”

“Boom…”

The tremors were endless, and countless cracks appeared in the entire hall. The ghosts changed color and kept retreating, only Mo Qiu stood on the spot.

He was wrapped in aura, surrounded by sword lights, and although the halo was not large, he stood firmly under the impact of this turbulent momentum.

It’s just that under this kind of shock, he didn’t dare to move, and said in a muffled voice:

“What does the lord think?”

Wang Huang opened his mouth: “In case you have other thoughts in your heart, Quanzhen Dao needs to send people to this underworld as hostages, and your disciples will all come here.”