"These are all dolls I have worked hard for thousands of years. I believe there are some of them, you should be familiar with them."

Han Chujiu's eyes suddenly widened: "Lin Huai! Didn't Lin Huai die long ago and his soul was gone? Why...why...what could it be..."

Among these dozens of wood carving villains, Lin Huai is not the only one.

There are also several eminent monks who have passed away in Dafeng Temple.

There are high-level elders in the Extreme Realm and the Netherworld Realm.

There is even a Kaguramen palm music.

The only similarity is that each of them had a cultivation level that surpassed the Immortal Lord during their lifetime.

Han Chujiu's heart sank little by little.

Listening to the ears is false and seeing to the eyes is true.

He originally heard Mo Qingshan's words, but he didn't believe that something had happened to his disciple.

But now I see these immortal emperors who have been made into puppets.

But he had a premonition that Xiaoyao Sect was really in danger.

"Mo Qingshan, you beast!!"

Mr. Yu held back the pain and raised his head. When he saw that one of the puppets was his long-dead friend, he was furious, "Your founded Jiyu, and the Lord is your nephew. These elders are all loyal people who follow Jiyu and protect Jiyu. How can you make him a puppet! Are you not afraid of retribution?!"

Mo Qingshan sneered, "I had given up being a human being ten thousand years ago."

He slowly lifted his pen, his eyes fell on Luo Yunxiao and Di Mingjue, and said in a deep voice: "I explain all this to you, hoping that you will die clearly. But it's time to finish everything."

"Only after you are completely finished, I can kill the little Kagura Master with my own hands, completely seal Qihuang, so that he can never escape."

When he said the last sentence, Mo Qingshan's eyes were scarlet.

A rich evil spirit is permeated all over the body.

But soon, he closed his eyes and his expression returned to normal.

The tip of the pen emits a faint golden light, falling on the scroll one by one.

That is the word "death".

Luo Yunxiao suddenly looked up, her bloody pupils looked at Di Mingjue not far away, and said hoarsely: "Di Mingjue, promise me to protect Xiaoyao Sect and Mu Yan!"

Di Mingjue's movements were faster than him.

Before Luo Yunxiao finished speaking, he had suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Black flames burned on his body.

Everything around me began to become twisted and winding.

"Luo Yunxiao, this is what I want you to say more!"

"Promise me, guard Mu Yan for me and guard the extreme realm!"

While speaking, Di Mingjue had broken through the rules and restrictions of the Order of the Gods and rushed to Mo Qingshan.

Mo Qingshan showed a look of surprise on his face, "The power of the law? What kind of law power is this? It can actually shake the order of the Investiture of Gods?!"

Di Mingjue grabbed Mo Qingshan's neck and twisted it with a stutter.

The other hand directly pierced Mo Qingshan's heart.

The movements were straightforward and clear, and no one could react at all.

However, just when the people in the Jiyuan were about to cheer, they found countless golden lights wrapped around Di Mingjue's body.

Mo Qingshan's twisted neck made a Kerala sound, and it turned slowly, making a slightly hoarse and weak voice. "What a pity... If you took action before Qihuang's body was weak, you might have succeeded. But now... As my descendant, you have done well enough."
Chapter completed!