As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qingshan's hand grabbed a corner of the scroll.

The next moment, the black arrow that was originally shaking violently into the Order of the Continuation of Gods quickly melted and disappeared.

Mo Qingshan said lightly: "Lord of Jiuli, I don't want to be an enemy of you. This is not your world, and I believe you should not be interested in continuing to stay in this boring place. Open the door to the sky, let's leave together and return to your hometown. Shouldn't it be as you wish?"

Chu Moli was still floating in the air at this time, and he was standing, not sitting in a wheelchair.

He held a silver longbow in his hand, his long hair was flying, and his white clothes were blown by the wind, showing the young man's thin figure and pale face.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a sick teenager.

But who would have thought that such a young man in his early twenties would have a strong strength and identity?

How humiliation and pain did the Lord of One Realm suffer when he fell into this world?

As Mo Qingshan said, does Chu Moli want to go back?

Is he really willing to be a cripple and an ordinary monk in this dirty and fragmented world forever?

Everyone held their breath together and looked at the boy in the air for a moment.

Chu Moli chuckled softly, with a gentle and calm expression: "Your proposal is very tempting. If you tell me another situation, I might agree. But unfortunately, for me, the identity of the Lord of Nine Li is not as interesting as the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao. If you want to kill anyone in the world, I don't want to ask if you want to destroy this world. It's a coincidence that the person you must be an enemy of is my junior sister. You want to be a container of the Shenshu Order, and the husband of my junior sister; if you snipe, you still have unknown life and death, there is my junior sister's uncle."

Speaking of this, Chu Moli slowly raised his hand, and another black arrow slowly condensed on the silver longbow. He curled the corners of his lips and chuckled softly: "Mo Qingshan, the people from my Xiaoyao Sect can not move! Even you are no exception!"

Whoosh-!!

A long black arrow shot out.

Cutting through the air is like cutting through the energy rules of this world.

Mo Qingshan narrowed his eyes, and the Conferred Gods turned into a long sword, with murderous intent in his eyes boiling.

However, the next moment, the long arrow that had reached his sight suddenly sank.

Mo Qingshan's face, which had been calm and composed, finally changed.

Puchi!

The black long arrow penetrated Di Beixuan's body.

The black gas that was originally suppressed by the Tongshen Order quickly spread and completely swallowed Di Beixuan in the blink of an eye.

Without even snorting, Di Beixuan was completely dragged into the Avici Hell created by the [Cause and Retribution Mantra].

The evil ghost of Shura, the red lotus karma fire.

The sorrow is to destroy the bones and to destroy the heart and the liver.

Di Beixuan will experience all the pain in this world over and over again until his soul is completely burned out and he will never be reborn!

After the [Cause and Retribution Mantra] completely broke out, even Mo Qingshan's [Tenkle of Gods] lost its effect.

What's more, Chu Moli's arrow also strengthened the power of the mantra on the [Cause and Retribution Mantra].

Di Beixuan didn't know what happened until he fell into the Infinite Hell.

His eyes were still wide open and violently, with pain, fear, prayer and despair.

Mo Qingshan slowly let out a breath and looked up at Chu Moli in the air, with a bit of solemn expression.

Chu Moli's face was pale, and there was no blood on his lips.
Chapter completed!