As he said that, Li Weiran looked at Di Beixuan with a smile, "Father, you have reached this point, you don't have to hide it anymore. Just tell me, is the child's guess right?"

Di Beixuan gritted his teeth and said, "I really should have killed you and your mother at the beginning!!"

The smile on Li Weiran's face slowly converged.

Ice blue eyes were dark and bottomless.

After a while, the corner of his lips curled up again and said slowly: "I had a guess before. I told the domain master that since Mo Qingshan has kept you until now, you must be of some use to him. So I wanted to use the method of torture you to force Mo Qingshan out. But obviously, I was wrong."

"That's right!" Li Weiran said this, and nodded seriously, "What's the use of being a waste like you who is not enough to make trouble for anything but enough to make trouble? If I were Mo Qingshan, I wouldn't expose myself for a disciple like you. So the domain lord, this person is useless. Why don't you kill him and give him a way to die unhappy!"

Luo Yunxiao still had no expression when she heard this, but a ball of [Mingyin Holy Flame] condensed into the palm of her hand.

It is different from the small fire ball that lingers on the tip of the sword before.

As soon as the [Mingyin Holy Flame] appeared this time, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.

Half is cold and half is scorching.

Everyone's face changed drastically and they retreated repeatedly.

The sand that had been squashed around him once again turned into quicksand.

Frost and heat flow permeate the air.

Di Beixuan widened his eyes and looked at the ball of [Mingyin Holy Flame] slowly flying towards him.

It fell little by little in his heart.

Even before he started to be burned, he felt a thrilling pain.

Although he was asking Luo Yunxiao to kill him before.

But at this time when death really came, he felt endless fear and despair.

"Mo Qingshan...Mo Qingshan--!!"

"Old ancestor, save me-!! I don't want to die...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Buzz —!!

The [Jiuyou Hongmengyan] beside him emitted a violent buzzing sound.

The forbidden sword formation runes that had originally calmed down because of Li Weiran's appearance lit up again with a dazzling red light.

Luo Yunxiao's eyes darkened and he quickly took back [Mingyin Holy Flame] and took a step back.

The next moment, a handsome man in a green mountain robe appeared beside Di Beixuan, who was crying and howling.

He raised his hand and [Jiuyou Hongmengyan] flew to his palm.

Those who followed the first emperor to establish the extreme realm have long died.

So no one present could recognize the identity of the man in front of him.

But they have a kind of intuition in their hearts.

This person is Mo Qingshan, the first emperor of the Jiyuan Realm.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be a little heavier.

Lightning flashed through the sky, and muffled thunder came from the distant sky.

Mo Qingshan lowered his eyes and looked at Di Beixuan who was wailing in pain with expressionless face. His hands slowly spread out, and a scroll appeared in his palm.

As the golden light lit up on the scroll, the dark Yin Holy Flame that was still scatteredly entangled with Di Beixuan's body disappeared.

The broken hands and rotten and burnt flesh also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this pain is no less lighter than being burned by the Holy Flame of the Nether Yin.

Di Beixuan let out a more tragic roar than before.

But before it could spread, it was blocked by a soundproofing cover of Mo Qingshan and threw it aside.

Mo Qingshan's eyes fell on Luo Yunxiao, and his expression seemed to have a trace of dazedness.
Chapter completed!