He hurriedly revealed his identity in the upper world.
Of course, because he was distracted by talking, he was struck by several swords, and one sword almost took off one of his arms.
Di Fuyi didn't seem to hear him, and curled his thin lips slightly.
He has never been threatened by anyone in his life.
He only has three months left to live anyway.
In these three months, he still needs to die for the new saint.
Time is very tight.
Even people in the upper world dare not touch him anymore.
People in the upper world are also afraid of heaven and are afraid of being retaliated by heaven.
This Long Moyan started to miss power even before he took the position of Dai Shengzun.
Once he really takes power, he will probably get rid of Gu Xijiu as a stumbling block.
Even if he did not dare to get rid of Gu Xijiu openly due to the arrangement of Heaven, but if he kept Gu Xijiu imprisoned and held the emperor hostage to order the princes, it would be allowed by Heaven.
Such a person must not be kept, otherwise Gu Xijiu will be in trouble in the future, and maybe he will become the second demon and cause another bloody storm in this continent.
Once Di Fuyi has murderous intentions, even gods can't stop him.
He activated the sword formation more and more urgently Gu Xijiu suddenly said: "Don't kill him, you can't be punished by heaven again."
"It doesn't matter, God can't do anything to me now, leaving him here will bring disaster to you."
Di Fuyi's voice was calm.
While he was talking, one of Long Moyan's arms had disappeared.
With one hand left, he dashed left and right in the sword formation, like a trapped beast about to be slaughtered by a hunter, his face white and full of despair.
"I will not harm her" Long Moyan shouted: "I will never cause her any trouble.
If you don't believe it, I can swear it."
"I don't believe in oaths.
I believe in dead people more.
People will feel more at ease when they are dead."
Di Fuyi's voice was calm, and his words were terrifyingly cold.
Long Mo said: "" After such a slight delay, one of his legs was gone.
Unable to stand any longer, he fell to the ground with a thud, and then watched helplessly as countless gleaming swords attacked him.
Three hundred and sixty degrees with no blind spots.
He had no way to hide The shadow of death hung over his head, and he closed his eyes in despair The imaginary Thousand Swords Pierce the Heart did not come.
He was moved in his heart.
He opened his eyes and saw Gu Xijiu standing next to Di Fuyi.
She put one hand on Di Fuyi's fingers.
So those hundreds of swords were hanging above Long Moyan's head, ready to fall at any time.
Long Moyan froze and didn't dare to move.
"You make an oath."
Gu Xijiu said, her voice cold and crisp.
His little hand grasped one of Di Fuyi's fingers, and this finger was used to pinch the magic formula.
Long Moyan's eyes lit up, and he knew that this was his only chance to survive, and he immediately swore a poisonous oath: "I, Long Moyan, will never do any harm to Gu Xijiu or retaliate against anyone for eternity.
If I violate this oath, let I suffered the pain of having my heart cut with thousands of knives, and I was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and will never be able to stand up again.”
When the oath was taken out, thunder rolled across the sky, indicating that the oath was established.
After swearing the oath, he looked at Di Fuyi with hope: "Now the Holy Lord can rest assured."
The smile on Di Fuyi's lips didn't know whether it was mocking or laughing: "I reluctantly believed you for once, but you imprisoned the new saint without authorization and poisoned her.
The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be spared."
Before he could finish his words, his sword fell with lightning.
Long Moyan did not leave as he wished.
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