"This is" Yao Wumang's pupils tightened.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that it was the soul possessed by the monks in the early stage of returning to the gods.
"He can actually kill the early stage of returning to the gods."
"Do you know why Yao Tianxuan is weak and unable to cultivate?"
Mo Zhiyao looked at Yao Wumang coldly and said.
Yao Wumang was startled when he heard the words.
He didn't understand why Mo Zhiyao would talk about this at this time, but he still answered: "Xuan'er has been weak and sick since she was a child.
Her meridians all over her body are blocked.
She is even more fragile and cannot carry spiritual energy at all. , so I can’t cultivate, Mo Zhiyao, what are you talking about?”
"You are weak and sick, Yao Wumang.
You really deserve to be a father.
What Yao Tianxuan is suffering from is not a disease at all, but a poison."
The words of Jun Ziqian next to Mo Zhiyao were like thunder from the sky, exploding into Yao Wumang's mind.
There was a blank.
After a while, he came back to his senses and said in disbelief: "What kind of poison was in the poison and who poisoned it?
This is impossible.
Xuan'er is only six years old, how could she be poisoned by someone?"
At the end of his words, Yao Wumang's voice suddenly dropped, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
He looked up at Baguio Ji who was being grabbed by the Shadow Windwing Bat and moaning miserably.
Her lips wriggled, but she couldn't speak. .
"How did you think of it?"
Mo Zhiyao looked at Yao Wumang coldly and said.
"What evidence do you have?
Don't think that just because you cured Xuan'er's disease, you can talk nonsense and spurt people with blood."
Yao Wumang looked at Mo Zhiyao and shouted.
Although he was suspicious, he didn't want to believe it.
"I don't have any evidence of poisoning."
Mo Zhiyao raised Zuo Tianxing Yuan Shen in his palm in front of him, looked at Yao Wumang and said, "But the words of Zuo Tianxing, the leader of the Blood Killing Sect, will make you understand. matter."
"Blood Killing Sect Master Zuo Tianxing" Yao Wumang took a step back, the look in his eyes was even more horrifying.
The Blood Killing Sect is the scourge of Mang Country.
Yao Wumang has been trying to eradicate it, but he is unable to do so.
Unexpectedly, he is killed by Mo Zhiyao.
Mo Zhiyao bent his fingers slightly, and Zuo Tianxing Yuan Shen immediately screamed.
During this period, he was trained by Mo Zhiyao to be submissive.
He only wanted to die quickly and had no other thoughts.
He immediately said: "A few months ago , the Blood Killing Sect received a commission, someone asked us to assassinate Xue Luochen, the concubine of Jimang Kingdom."
"Who asked you to assassinate Xue'er?"
The blood on Yao Wumang's face faded, and he vaguely understood in his heart that this matter was definitely related to Baguio Ji.
"You ask yourself."
Mo Zhiyao turned his hand and took out Wan Fulai's soul, threw it to Yao Wumang, and put Zuo Tianxing's soul away again.
"Wish you all the blessings!"
Yao Wumang's eyes tightened, and his palms trembled slightly, and he asked sternly: "What is going on?"
"My lord, please spare my life.
This slave is just following orders.
All this was Empress Ji's idea and has nothing to do with this slave.
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My lord, please be merciful and spare my life."
Wan Fulai Yuanshen was released by Mo Zhiyao just now.
When he came out, he saw Yao Wumang with a furious look on his face.
He yelled at himself, thinking that the matter had been exposed, so he directly begged for mercy, but he didn't ask for mercy.
The "bastard" furious Yao Wumang directly crushed Wan Fulai's Yuan Shen.
The poor monk who had cultivated the Yuan Shen was so distraught that he didn't even have a chance to enter reincarnation.
"Baguio Ji, you are so cruel."
Yao Wumang looked at Baguio Ji, with pain in his eyes.
He never expected that she would do such an inhumane thing behind his back.
"Master Yao, you must have noticed that even if I don't kill Yao Tianji today, only one of your two sons will survive."
Jun Ziqian took a step forward and looked at Yao Wumang and said.
"Originally, this is your family matter.
It has nothing to do with us whether Yao Tianji or Yao Tianxuan lives or dies.
But unfortunately, I don't like Yao Tianji."
Jun Ziqian put the heavy sword upside down by his side and held the sword with one hand.
Handle, looked at Yao Wumang and said.
Yao Wumang's face became as ugly as he wanted.
No matter what, Yao Tianji was also his biological son.
His own son died tragically in front of his eyes.
How could Yao Wumang not be angry?
But now that the fate of the entire Jimang Kingdom fell into the hands of Mo Zhiyao and the others, Yao Wumang could only suppress his anger in his chest.
Xue Luochen, who was behind, was hugging Yao Tianxuan tightly at the moment and did not dare to speak at all.
She had never thought before that Mo Zhiyao and the others were so ruthless and killed Yao Tianji directly.
At this moment, I was extremely uneasy and confused, not knowing what to do.
Taking Xue Luochen's expression into his eyes, Jun Ziqian pondered for a moment, with a resolute look in his eyes.
He looked at Yao Wumang and said: "Master Yao, no matter what, Yao Tianji died in my hands.
I will give it to you."
Given the opportunity, I will take your full blow head-on.
After the blow, the matter will be revealed.
What do you think?"
Meng Zhuxi, who was behind "Senior Brother", heard this and his face changed dramatically, and he almost lost his balance.
He quickly came to Jun Ziqian and said urgently: "Absolutely not.
Yao Wumang is a major cultivator in the early stage of returning to the gods.
You can't withstand his full blow."
Mo Zhiyao's expression also changed, and he turned his head to look at Jun Ziqian, but did not speak.
Jun Ziqian waved his hand to stop Meng Zhuxi from speaking, looked at Yao Wumang, and said seriously: "What do you think of Yao Kingdom Lord?"
A flash of light flashed across Yao Wumang's eyes.
He didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Zhiyao.
Among the three, Yao Wumang was only afraid of Mo Zhiyao.
If Mo Zhiyao disagreed with this matter, if something happened to Jun Ziqian, the Jimang Kingdom would have to be destroyed.
"Master Yao, there is no need to worry.
Even if I die on the spot, the two of them will not take action, and they will never cause trouble to you in Jimang Kingdom afterwards.
But after one blow, no matter what the result is, how about letting this matter go?"
Jun Ziqian took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, looked directly at Yao Wumang, and spoke loudly Mo Zhiyao looked sternly, took a deep look at Jun Ziqian, and then nodded towards Yao Wumang.
Regarding any decision of his brother, Mo Zhiyao will firmly support Jun Ziqian and has his own arrogance.
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Mo Zhiyao has no right and will not interfere with any of his decisions.
"Okay" Yao Wumang shouted when Mo Zhiyao nodded.
"After this blow, the three of you are still the honored guests of my country, Jimang.
If you don't die, I, Yaowumang, will have a drink with you."
In wheel cultivation, Yao Wumang is one level higher than Junzi Qian.
If he can't kill Junzi Qian with a full blow, Yao Wumang will naturally have nothing to say.
"You take a rest first, and we will take action again after an hour."
Jun Ziqian and Yao Tianji had a fierce fight before, which consumed a lot of money.
As the leader of a country, Yao Wumang did not bother to take advantage of this.
"Zhuxi, let those people go."
Jun Ziqian sat cross-legged on the ground and said to Meng Zhuxi beside him.
Meng Zhuxi gritted her teeth, then took back the Jingvine and let go of the monks from Jimang Country.
Mo Zhiyao glanced at the Shadow Wind-Wing Bat, and with a flick of its claws, Baguio Ji was thrown towards Yao Wumang.
But what Yao Wumang received was a cold corpse.
No matter who he lets go, Mo Zhiyao will not let Baguio Ji go.
With her around, she is definitely a hidden danger to Xue Luochen and her son.
"Senior brother, why are you doing this?
Yao Wumang doesn't dare to do anything to us.
Even if we ask him to sue Beiyuan, Master will not blame us."
Meng Zhuxi looked at Jun Ziqian with a worried look on his face. said.
The world of cultivation has always been like this.
Strong strength is the truth.
If you can't beat it, you have to endure a small Jimang Kingdom.
Beiyuan will not notice it at all.
It is impossible to really punish three people for one Yao Tianji. .
"Well, the three of us are fine, but I'm afraid things will be difficult for Xue Luochen and her son.
If we don't let him vent his anger, Yao Wumang will probably take his anger out on her once we leave."
Jun Ziqian whispered.
Explained to Meng Zhuxi.
"But but."
Meng Zhuxi's eyes were red with anxiety.
Yao Wumang was a godly cultivator.
How could Jun Ziqian resist his full blow?
"How sure are you?"
Mo Zhiyao put away the ruthless dragon, sat next to Jun Ziqian, and asked coldly.
"Fifty percent," Jun Ziqian said in a low voice.
"After the Obsidian Sword and Shield is promoted, its defensive power is greatly increased, and it can rebound 30% of its strength.
It should be able to withstand it."
Mo Zhiyao was silent for a moment when he heard the words.
From an angle where Yao Wumang and others couldn't see him, he quickly touched himself, and then slapped Jun Ziqian on the vest.
The silver wave armor was already worn on Jun Ziqian's body.
Putting on and taking off treasures is not as troublesome as ordinary clothes.
"If you die, I can't guarantee that I will keep my promise."
Mo Zhiyao's words made Jun Ziqian's eyes twitch, but a warm current flowed through his heart.
Reaching out and patting Mo Zhiyao's shoulder, Jun Ziqian's eyes flashed with pride.
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"Don't worry, I can't kill you and you will focus on the attack.
I will focus on the defense.
If you can kill Zuo Tianxing, I can resist Yao Wumang."
"I can't resist, don't say he's my brother, Mo Zhiyao" An hour later.
Jun Ziqian and Yao Wumang stood on the ravaged square.
Mo Zhiyao, Meng Zhuxi and the senior officials of Jimang Kingdom were clearly separated behind them.
"Jun Ziqian, no matter whether you can take my blow or not, I will give you a thumbs-up."
Yao Wumang looked at Jun Ziqian opposite and said loudly.
"Let's do it."
Jun Ziqian didn't want to say more, he stood the epee upside down in front of him, and said in a gentle voice but with fiery eyes.
"good" Yao Wumang stopped talking, his whole body momentum suddenly surged, and a tornado suddenly blew up from the ground.
The dazzling golden aura instantly filled the whole place, and the dazzling light even surpassed the scorching sun in the sky.
Like Yao Tianji, both father and son practice the power of the Golden Spirit.
Arc-like golden lights are beating around Yao Wumang's body, and the ground gravel blown by the cold force is flying in all directions, and clothes are hunting.
Sound.
The spiritual power of earth and stone is released outside the body.
Jun Ziqian is as calm as a mountain, like a towering mountain, making it difficult for people to shake at all.
"Zheng" a clear clang sound pierced through the golden clouds.
His eyes were as bright as lightning, and he jumped into the sky.
His whole body was like a sharp sword out of his body, with its sharp edge and impressive momentum.
A huge and terrifying golden shadow of the waning moon rose into the sky.
Yao Wumang raised his right arm high, locking his breath with Jun Ziqian below.
Jun Ziqian's face was solemn, his gentle smile had long faded away, he held the hilt of the heavy sword tightly with both hands, and stared at Yao Wumang in the sky with a pair of starry eyes.
Meng Zhuxi's jade hands were tightly clasped together, her sharp nails digging into the back of her hands, and she was unaware of the drops of bright red dripping down.
Mo Zhiyao on the side still had a cold expression, but his clenched fists were slumped behind him, showing that his inner tension was no less tense than Meng Zhuxi.
Xue Luochen hugged Yao Tianxuan tightly in her arms, her beautiful eyes full of nervousness, staring at the two figures in the square for a moment.
Yao Tianxuan clenched a pair of small fists and looked towards the square.
In the entire square, except for the sound of Yao Wumang and Jun Ziqian's momentum colliding with each other, there was no other sound
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