Ye Xiaoxun and Ye Ziyu brothers, although they are the sons of the criminal Mrs. Tianhuang, have not been removed from the Tianyu, and they still have the right to speak.

At this time, next to the Northern King, one of the Four Realms Kings, was a woman wearing a blue mask, a blue long skirt, and carrying a treasure bow.

If Chu Yue is here, she will find that this woman in a green long dress is also an old acquaintance who has had several dealings.

She is the fairy of Yaochi in the past!

All the fairy from Yaochi were putting pressure on Ye Chuyue, so they took a step forward and clasped their fists at Bu Hairou and said, "Princess Hairou is in charge of filial piety in the Wanxiang Realm. You should know the importance of filial piety, too

Knowing the crime of killing a father is no less than selling the country and seeking honor. Let me ask all the people in the world, even a biological father who has raised her can kill him, and what other vicious things can't be done by her.

?Dear Masters of the Martial God Temple, will you really give the position of the Martial God Temple Master to a cruel and ruthless daughter of father-killing? Today she can kill her father, and tomorrow she can fall into the evil path! Then!

The reputation of the Temple of Martial Gods has failed for 90,000 years. How should you, who are working diligently in the Temple of Martial Gods, handle yourself?"

Fairy Yao Chi's words hit the nail on the head, which made some people a little shaken.

At this time, Baili Mingyan, who had been silent for a long time, stood up and said, "The fairy is right. One person can match the army of 100,000 Wu Zun, is indeed unexpectedly strong, but you should think about it, that army of 100,000,

He is not an orthodox warrior, nor a famous family, but a Yin Crow who transforms into the evil spirit of Xiao Chongtian."

"What is a shady crow?"

Zhao Wushuang raised his head and said with a high voice: "The crow in the underworld is the bird of hell who is meditating and crying. The Temple of the Martial God is where everyone wants to go, the way to the great way, and the glory comes. The Lord of the Martial God and Cheng Qian, ninety thousand years ago

If tens of thousands of ancestors of the Martial God Realm learn that the Martial God Temple is full of birds of hell, how could they be in peace in their eyes if they are under the fountains?"

"Miss Zhao is right!"

Fairy Yaochi nodded: "How can hell birds, ominous things, be able to enter the Sun and Moon Palace of the Martial God, or isn't it defiling the Lingtian Dao? How can warriors in the world deal with themselves?"

While speaking, she looked at Ye Wuxie, who was covered in gloom.

A hot obsession bloomed deep in the eyes of Fairy Yao Chi.

Countless sounds mixed together, as if a song of justice was played.

And Bu Hairou, who was ahead of everyone, was the embodiment of justice.

She stood under the oil-paper umbrella held up by the maid, pursed her bright red lips and her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows gently raised.

After a long time, Bu Hairou asked in surprise: "The matter of killing her father is not a minor crime. The Lord of the Moon Palace is a young hero and a martial artist who holds glory. I don't believe she will do such a thing. Everyone

But don’t misunderstand the Lord of the Moon.”

Bu Hairou looked at Ye Wuxie quietly, and saw that Ye Wuxie was full of resentment, as if he was angry about the woman named Ye Chuyue, so he felt sad.

She wanted to reveal Ye Chuyue's true face in front of everyone in the world.

As long as Ye Wuxie knows what kind of person Ye Chuyue is, he will not linger with Ye Chuyue.

"Princess Hairou!"

Zhao Wushuang took out a yellowed book and handed it to Bu Hairou: "This is a record transferred from the Chang'an Sect Mansion of the Shenwu of the vassal state. Please check it out. It records the deaths of Ye Haipeng and Ye Ruoxue in detail."

Bu Hairou looked through the pages carefully and raised her head in surprise: "Master Yue Palace, I really did the thing to kill my father... How is this possible?"

She looked at Ye Wuxie again, and her heart suddenly jumped, and she found that Ye Wuxie's eyes were looking at her like a man-eating beast.

He even gave in to Bu Hairou that if he could, Ye Wuxie would definitely kill her!

Bu Hairou's eyes were red, and she was even more determined to turn Ye Chuyue's army into thinking.

"Wushuang, you are a member of the Temple of the War God. Go and invite the Lord of the Moon Palace." Bu Hai Judo.

Zhao Wushuang turned his head and looked at Xiao Li, Tu Weiwei and others.

These people were wearing clothes with the seal of the Temple of War, but they were all unfamiliar faces.

You don’t have to think about it, it’s because of Ye Chuyue’s light.

At this moment, Xiao Li and his friends didn't say anything, and they had no intention of refuting them at all.

But Xiao Li sat on the chair and sharpened the knife in public. Under the glimmer of light, the blade reflected a creepy cold light.

Ye Ying stood naked, leaning against the long table lazily, and constantly wiping the blood-colored axe in her hand.

Tu Weiwei was more like a weird person, with bloodthirsty factors flowing all over her body, especially her eyes, which directly tightened into two vertical lines, exuding a sense of excitement.

Tu Weiwei licked her lips and twisted her neck a few times.

It seemed like a warm-up before the war came.

Zhao Wushuang sneered coldly, looked at Xiao Li contemptuously, raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Li, and said, "You, go and call Ye Chuyue over."

Xiao Li, Ye Ying, and Tu Weiwei stopped their respective actions and looked at Zhao Wushuang together.

The three pairs of eyes were all wild like wolves.

Xiao Li raised his jaw slightly and said with a cold expression: "Why should you call her? How could you call Ye Chuyue's name?"

"General Zhao, you have given birth to an amazing and good daughter."

Ye Ying smashed the blood-colored axe in his hand and looked at the ground: "Can you not only want to be the one who is in trouble, but also wants to seize the position of the Lord of the Palace?"

Tu Weiwei tilted her head, and her cat's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light: "As a lackey of the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, she is so brave that she wants to covet something that does not belong to her."

"boom!"

Xiao Li picked up the sharpened knife, carried it on his shoulder, walked forward a few steps, and stopped in front of Zhao Wushuang: "You are saying it again, let me invite someone."

Xiao Li was particularly serious about the word "please".

"No matter what your crime is, the power of the Palace Master will not allow you to desecrate and provoke it? As long as she is still the Palace Master today, you will not be rude today!" Tu Weiwei said suddenly.

Zhao Wushuang's eyes ignited anger.

She is a powerful man from Wuzong, and she was threatened by several warriors from around Wuxuan realm. It is ridiculous.

"court death!"

Zhao Wushuang shouted coldly: "You are so ants who dare to shout in front of me?"

The moment Zhao Wushuang quickly pulled out his weapon, he saw Xiao Li and the other two moving forward without any timidity.

At the same time, the storm suddenly broke out.

Ye Wuxie, the twelve guardians of the Holy Land, the people under Sirius, the Ghost Moon Palace, Xiaoyao City and the Great Guardians of Helian, Zhao Ting, all showed off their weapons, like powerful backers, standing in the strong wind

Behind Xiao Li and the other two.

What Zhao Wushuang was most unbelievable was that among these people, in addition to their own father, there were also Lord Wu Zu who always loved her and valued her.

Zhao Wushuang's eyes trembled slightly. He looked at Wu Zu, then at his father Zhao Ting. His hand holding the weapon could not launch an attack at this moment!

In comparison, she is a bit weak in power in the Wuzong realm.


Chapter completed!