Palace Master Ziyun looked at the visitors from the Nine Realms in confusion. Before the ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, he had already reported to Uncle Mo, and Uncle Mo also agreed. Now that someone else is to preside over the ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, wouldn't he be beating him up?

Face?

However, he didn't dare to refute what Uncle Mo said, so he had to swallow it all, forced a smile, and bowed: "If that's what Uncle Mo means, let Jiuci do it."

Jiuci swaggered towards the seat where Lord Ziyun was sitting. Before sitting down, he kicked her in disgust and said, "Come on, please change a chair. I never like dirty things."

Palace Master Ziyun glared: "Mo Jiuci, don't bully others too much, don't think that no one can cure you."

Jiu Ci plucked his ears, rolled his eyes, and then opened his beauty fan coolly: "Palace Master Ziyun, why are you acting like a mother-in-law like a girl?"

Palace Master Ziyun knew very well that Jiu Ci was not as good with words as Jiu Ci was because Jiu Ci was shameless and dared to say anything. In this regard, Palace Master Ziyun was willing to be the loser.

Yang Hong sent someone to bring in new tables and chairs, and Jiuci sat on the chair. He just started presiding over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, and he was already squawking.

Jiu Ci took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, closed his eyes, took a deep sigh, shook his head and said: "This tea is very good, very good..." Qingge looked at her brother and shook her head, but the corners of her lips and eyebrows were

It's stained with smiles.

"Your Highness Jiuci, how should we deal with the fact that the High Priest of the Dark Temple broke the rules with Jinlui?"

Master Yang Hong asked.

Jiuci put down his teacup, tugged his lips, and sneered: "Is that breaking the rules?

That's saving people. Master Yang, can this palace consider you to be indifferent to right from wrong?

You should praise the high priest for saving people, but you still want to blame him?"

Yang Hong nodded repeatedly and bowed back: "Yes, yes, your highness Jiuci taught you that the high priest of the temple is saving people. As the ancients said, those who act bravely when they see justice are true heroes.

Mingyuan Villa should give the high priest some rewards, but I don’t know what they should be rewarded for?”

"Master Yang, what do you think should be awarded?"

Jiuci leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, touched his chin with his long fingers, looked at Yang Hong meaningfully, and said meaningfully.

The moment Master Yang Hong and Jiu Ci looked at each other, he swallowed hard, stopped his back suddenly, and blurted out: "Watch a fairy eagle and a divine beast!"

"Master Yang is so generous. If you want to reward me, please do so."

Jiuci said lazily.

Yang Hong: "..." Didn't this man ask him to reward it?

Now he wants to reward you?

Yang Hong swallowed his tears and faced No. 1 with a smile on his face but not on his face: "High Priest, after the heaven-sacrifice ceremony is over, remember to come to Mingyuan Villa to receive your reward."

"Why don't you thank Master Yang quickly?"

The palace master said.

No. 1 bowed his hands and said, "The four high priests thank the owner of the village."

Yang Hong's heart was bleeding.

I thought that Palace Master Ziyun was going to be difficult to deal with, but when I heard that someone else had changed to preside over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Yang Hong almost went to beat the gongs and drums and set off firecrackers. Now looking at the devilish Jiu Ci, he missed Ziyun.

Palace lord.

Palace Master Ziyun gave up the position of hosting, but did not leave with the guardians of the nine realms. Instead, he stayed and planned to watch the results of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony before leaving.

"The ritual of offering sacrifices to the heaven is for praying for blessings. It is not good if it is too bloody. Although the previous rituals of offering sacrifices to the heaven are based on the rules of life and death, but since I am presiding over it this time, then what I said is the rule."

After finishing his words, he looked at Mu Ruge on the golden thread, sneered, and said: "When I pray for blessings, I don't want to see any bad luck. If anyone dares to do anything like murder, don't blame me."

Show mercy.

After all, no one in this world knows how to kill better than me."

Jiuci raised his right hand slightly, flicked his long fingers, and after snapping his fingers, thousands of killers from Yingyue Tower gathered in the sky, and they all landed on the four sides of Jinlu.

"Where is the Yingyue Warrior?"

Jiuci asked.

"We...are here!"

"Listen to me. People who don't follow the rules don't need to pay attention to their feelings. The ritual of worshiping the heaven is a top priority. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy. No one will be spared!"

In an instant, the wind surged and the air of murder filled the air. The Yingyue killers faced Jiu Ci, knelt down on one knee, and shouted in unison: "Yes!"

From this moment on, no one dared to treat the heaven-sacrifice ceremony with a perfunctory attitude.

The endless sunlight shines on the golden strands.

Qing Ge looked at Jiu Ci from a distance, his eyes full of complex colors.

In the past twenty years, her brother had experienced unknown pain.

She had her grandfather, grandpa, and Xiao Yueyue by her side. During those long and hopeless days, she got through it with a warm heart.

But Jiuci was helpless and alone, with only Uncle Mo, who was moody and unpredictable.

He always downplays the past, and is cheerful when facing Qingge and others, but Qingge occasionally sees a suppressed anger in his eyes.

Jiuci closed his eyes and fell asleep, his legs resting on the table.

Mu Ruge looked at Jiu Ci, and she didn't know what kind of emotion was surging in her beautiful eyes as cold as mist.

Yang Hong said loudly: "It's time for the heaven-sacrifice competition, the third battle of the four Zhonglin..." "Wait a minute..." Jiuci waved his hand.

"Nine Halls?"

Yang Hong was puzzled.

"Is it time for Zhong Lin to change?"

Jiuci asked.

"Substitution?

There is no rule in the history of heaven-sacrifice ceremonies that requires substitution..." Yang Hong was explaining seriously, but Jiuci sneered: "Then there is this rule now."

Yang Hong smiled and looked helplessly at King Zhong Lin and others: "Everyone, this..." King Zhong Lin stopped practicing and said in a hoarse voice: "Substitute someone else."

Mu Ruge strode down from Jinlu and stopped when passing by the four camps. The Lord of the Dark Palace protected Ye Jingjing and looked at Mu Ruge coldly: "Miss Mu has a heart like a snake at such a young age, she is really shocking.

surprise."

Mu Ruge didn't seem to hear the words of the Lord of Darkness, nor did she intend to respond. She looked at Ye Jingjing with sharp eyes for a long time, then smiled and said: "Cherish the days you are alive, poor loser."

"stop!"

Mu Ruge stopped as she walked forward. Ye Jingjing clenched her fists and said through gritted teeth, "Do you have a heart?"

Mu Ruge looked back and looked at Ye Jingjing with pity and sympathy: "My defeated generals are trash and they talk a lot."

Mu Ruge gently brushed the silvery white hair beside her ears, her figure was graceful, and she walked forward with her slender legs. Her figure was graceful under the afterglow of the setting sun.

It is unimaginable that a woman as beautiful as Yue Jiao could kill in such a cruel way.

Femme fatale refers to people like Mu Ruge.

In Part Four, during Zhong Lin's third battle, Zhong Linshan was still fighting with the female apprentice of Master Lingxu, but it was no longer Mu Ruge, but Lingxu's senior sister Mu Qingxue.

Mu Qingxue was dressed in white clothes, jumped up on the golden thread, and swayed with a black hair on her head. She looked at Jiu Ci who was resting in the wind, and there was a hint of heat in her calm eyes.

The person from the four tribes who came to join the battle was a man of about twenty years old. The man had a flute on his waist. He came from the Huanyue Divine Sect and was considered the same sect as Ye Qingcheng.

"De'an of the Huanyue Divine Sect, it seems that I have met my opponent."

Mu Qingxue raised her eyebrows and said.

"Miss Mu, please——" The man took out the blue flute from his waist, put it lightly to his thin lips, and played a soft sound.

The melodious sound of the flute gradually touches the listener's heart.

Visible to the naked eye, a milky white sound dragon appears under the sound of the flute.

The sound dragon rushed towards Mu Qingxue, but Mu Qingxue bent back and barely managed to avoid it. At the same time, she struck out with two palms. The green leaves were as thin as blades and transformed into thousands of shapes in an instant. They were all over the sky and covered the ground, and they hit Di'an without mercy.

When the flute sounds high, it's like a strong man rushing to the battlefield, like a general gone never to return, like a king ascending to the nine-layered palace, spreading his pure momentum! Mu Qingxue uses the wind as a shield, leaves as a spear, and her spiritual power in one hand, as if

It can collapse mountains and cut seas, which contains infinite power.

The wind breaks the sound dragon, and all the green leaves are stuck on Di'an's body.

Di'an shook his hand, and the flute fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, with blades all over his body.

Di'an frowned and looked down. His wrist was cut open by a green leaf. When he opened his mouth and exclaimed, a leaf blade carved into his chest turned into green light and entered the depths of his throat.

"Ah..." Di'an shouted in pain and coughed up a mouthful of blood. There was a sharp green leaf lying in Jinlutai's blood.

Dean covered his throat in horror, "My throat..." He took out the broken flute on the ground and tried to exhale and play the flute, but found that every time he exhaled, his throat hurt like a knife.

Mu Qingxue did not kill anyone, but her methods were not gentler than Mu Ruge's, but more ruthless.

For a person who practices flute, having his throat crippled and unable to play the flute is a crueler thing than killing him.

Di'an knelt on the ground weakly, holding his hands on the ground. Thick blood continued to flow out of his slightly open mouth. Di'an held his throat with his hands, and his eyes were red.

Ye Qingcheng, who was standing next to Qingge, held Fu Xiqin's hand and gently pressed it. She remembered that this Di'an was more caring and caring for her than the Qin Sect when she first went to the Huanyue Divine Sect.
To be continued...