Wu Family Hall.

All the strong men looked at the scene. From Yan Chuan's analysis, they immediately discovered that this seemingly conclusive case was no longer so simple.

The five vassal sects sneered, and the five of them did not believe in Yan Chuan because the Rimao Daojun was with him that Yan Chuan was talking nonsense.

Only Daojun of Maori felt something was wrong. He knew the matter best. He pinched his fists tightly, for fear that his two sons could not bear the rhythm of Yan Chuan.

The Taoist Lord of Youyue looked at the Taoist Lord of Mao day in confusion.

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Yan Chuan, her eyes lit up slightly.

Jing Zhao looked calmly and looked quietly.

"You take it, you take it!" Yang Zhijiu said anxiously.

Looking at the anxious Yang Zhijiu and the surprised Holy Son of Gu Yue, Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"Okay, since you want to listen, then I will say it. I won't talk about the previous version of Mo Yuxi's murder. I will talk about another version! Everyone can listen to it as a story." Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Everyone stared at Yan Chuan.

"You said, I see what tricks you can make up!" Yang Zhijiu said red in his eyes.

"By the way, there is a man named Yang Zhijiu who fell in love with Mo Yuxi, but the fallen flowers intentionally flowing water is ruthless. Mo Yuxi does not color him at all. Yang Zhijiu is resentful and begs his father, Daojun Maori. However, Daojun Maori has other plans and does not agree. Yang Zhijiu is resentful and suddenly has evil thoughts and threatens his seven brothers to frame Mo Yuxi and let him lose his position as a saint. At that time, the lonely and helpless Mo Yuxi will be unable to escape the clutches of Yang Zhijiu!" Yan Chuan said loudly.

Mo Yuxi showed a trace of grievance.

"You are lying!" Yang Zhijiu shouted angrily.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. When I finish speaking, you will refute it again. How about?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

A group of true lords around him immediately frowned and looked at Yang Zhijiu. Yang Zhijiu was angry and looked at Yan Chuan coldly.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly and continued, "Yang Zhijiu wants to frame Mo Yuxi, so he needs a conspiracy that will win, so that Mo Yuxi will not argue, and Mo Yuxi will never look back. Therefore, when the five major sects come this time, Yang Zhijiu will make a statement about the Daojun of Maori arrangements, let Mo Yuxi bring the children of the strong to communicate and create a bloody case in the Northern Mo Palace!"

"The sons of the five sect masters went all out. The Taoist Lord Maori sent all the children in the Dazhao Holy Land. Of course, in order to create evidence of absenteeism, Yang Zhijiu refused to go and did not go!"

"The case then happened. The Beimo Palace was closed and outsiders could not enter. Under the pressure from Yang Zhijiu, several brothers put coma medicine in the banquet drink, and then killed everyone except Mo Yuxi, and finally committed suicide one after another in pain!"

"At this point, Yang Zhijiu's conspiracy succeeded. Maori Taoist Lord knew the news and wanted to go immediately. Yang Zhijiu suddenly stopped him and begged his father to sit idly. Maori Taoist Lord cares about Yang Zhijiu, and finally had no choice but to accept the facts and cooperate with the poisonous scorpion who forced his brother to death to cover up everything." Yan Chuan explained.

In the hall, a group of strong men immediately exchanged eyes with each other in surprise. How could there be such a vicious person in the world? Are they true or false?

The Daojun’s face was gloomy on the Ri Mao.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue clenched his fist. This version of Yan Chuan was almost the same as that of the Taoist Lord Maori. However, when he thought of several younger brothers and sisters who committed suicide one after another, the Holy Son of Gu Yue couldn't help himself.

"I don't have any lies. Who is willing to commit suicide? Can I force you?" Yang Zhijiu shouted.

"Suicide may not be death!" Yan Chuan suddenly laughed.

"Hmm?" Yang Zhijiu's eyes suddenly became slightly panicked.

"You nine brothers all have phoenix blood flowing on them. I won't talk about the principle of Nirvana rebirth in the Phoenix clan. At that time, your seven brothers were all killed by bloodletting. Bloodletting can also let go of their souls?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Everyone in the hall suddenly felt excited after Yan Chuan did it. The five major sect leaders also showed a look of contemplation.

Yang Zhijiu was about to speak and refute, but Yan Chuan spoke again.

"Of course, you can say that they do not have the ability to rebirth in Nirvana, but what I want to say is that although they committed suicide and died of body, they did not have soul destruction, body or soul. Obviously, they could do it. They just wait for the corpse to resurrect themselves. No, afterwards, they could just resurrect their own corpse. Is it right?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Yang Zhijiu's heart shook and his feet retreated.

"The seven of them are all in their bodies and souls. Seeing their ** die little by little, you must not be able to understand this sadness. Holy Son of Gu Yue, do you think you, the brother, would you, want to see this moment?" Yan Chuan looked at Holy Son of Gu Yue and said.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue's face was gloomy and terrible, with bloodshot in his eyes, and he made a "crack" sound when he was pinching his hands.

"What a brother, what a younger brother, what a father. I think Daojun Maori is willing to cooperate with Yang Zhijiu. It should be that seeing this, the children can still be resurrected, so I turned a blind eye!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yan Chuan, you slander me, I'll fight with you!" Yang Zhijiu was about to rush up with a roar.

"Ba!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue instantly stopped Yang Zhijiu. He knew that this was not a place to be presumptuous.

"Yang Guyue, get out!" Yang Zhijiu shouted.

"Shut up!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue shouted.

After drinking, the Holy Son of Gu Yue looked at Yan Chuan and said coldly: "Hahaha, Yan Chuan, what you said is wonderful, but you ignored one thing. My seven younger brothers and sisters have a bad relationship with Yang Zhijiu. How could they voluntarily 'in suicide' for Yang Zhijiu to marry Mo Yuxi?"

"Why? Holy Son of Gu Yue, can't you even see it now? Are these seven people still your younger brothers and sisters? Do you really regard them as your relatives? You know the best about their thoughts. In this world, who can make them ignore life and death, but at this moment, it is not necessarily death, but who do you think can make them sacrifice voluntarily?" Yan Chuan stepped forward and asked.

The face of the Holy Son of Gu Yue froze.

"It's you, the Holy Son of Gu Yue, your fourth sister disregards life and death for you, your third brother disregards dignity for you, they are proud of having you, the elder brother, and they have sacrificed too much for you. They can sacrifice for you, force you? Volunteer? How they volunteer depends on how Yang Zhijiu told them and how you threaten them with you! If you haven't been at home for so long, is it difficult for Yang Zhijiu to find an excuse to force you? At least for me, it's not difficult!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

From the beginning, the Holy Son of Gu Yue was disturbed by Yan Chuan. At this moment, his heart was suddenly confused. For himself? Why?

The Holy Son of Gu Yue believed more and more about Yan Chuan because everything Yan Chuan said was true.

"He lied, he was talking nonsense, I didn't!" Yang Zhijiu shouted.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue turned his head and stared at Yang Zhijiu with red eyes.

"I don't!" Yang Zhijiu said anxiously.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue gritted his teeth and finally forced himself to turn his head over. He no longer looked at Yang Zhijiu's face, for fear that he could not control himself. Of course, the most important reason why the Holy Son of Gu Yue restrained his emotions at this moment was that his seven younger brothers and sisters could still be resurrected.

"Yan Chuan, you are talking nonsense!" Yang Zhijiu shouted angrily.

"Is it nonsense? Then, I have evidence!" Yan Chuan's eyes turned cold.

Evidence? All the strong people around were surprised. Including Jing Zhao on the dragon throne, they all showed a hint of curiosity.

"Yu Xi, take it out! Yesterday, Yang Zhijiu came to give you a betrothal gift." Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yu Xi.

"Between? I only gave thirty-six immortal stones, don't you think you can use them to arrange me!" Yang Zhijiu shouted angrily.

Mo Yuxi nodded and quickly took out the huge box of the betrothal gift from the storage magic weapon.

"Bang!"

He was a little hurried, Mo Yuxi shook his hand, and the box almost spread out, and a fiery red fairy stone immediately rolled to the ground.

"ah!"

Mo Yuxi quickly stabilized the remaining fairy stones and prevented them from pouring out.

"It's okay!" Yan Chuan stepped forward worriedly to comfort Mo Yuxi.

And the fairy stone that rolled out rolled to the feet of the Holy Son of Gu Yue in a blink of an eye.

"call!"

Above the fire-type immortal stone, surrounded by misty air, you can clearly see that a fire phoenix figure is struggling in pain and suffering. That expression has a heart-wrenching unwillingness!

"The immortal stone fell!" Mo Yuxi said.

"I'm not here!" Yan Chuan walked over and was about to take it.

However, the Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly changed his face. The moment Yan Chuan caught the immortal stone, he grabbed it first.

"Son of Gu Yue, give this to me!" Yan Chuan reached out to ask.

"Where did this come from?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly roared maniily.

"This is the betrothal gift from Yang Zhijiu to Mo Yuxi, what's wrong?" Yan Chuan said 'inexplicably'.

"Yes, it was my betrothal gift!" Yang Zhijiu shouted at this moment.

"The breath of the third brother, this is the breath of the third brother! I can sense it, this is the sensing of the blood source connected!" said the Holy Son of Gu Yue.

"What's the breath of the third brother? The breath of the third brother? How is it possible!" Yang Zhijiu said with a hint of disdain.

"Bastard, this is the original breath of the third brother. Moreover, it is connected to me, and it has my aura, and it is connected to my original source. It is the third brother, the third brother! The soul of the third brother!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly burst into tears in his eyes.

"What?" Yang Zhijiu said inexplicably.

"You used your third brother's soul to refine your weapon? You destroyed your third brother's soul!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue roared.

If it were normal, the Holy Son of Gu Yue might suppress the tremor in his heart and analyze it carefully, but at this moment, the Holy Son of Gu Yue had been completely disrupted by Yan Chuan. He felt guilty towards his younger brother and sister, and incompetent to himself. The Holy Son of Gu Yue had been suppressing him for a long time.

Suddenly, he discovered that his third brother's soul had been destroyed and was refined into a magic weapon. At this moment, the resentment and anger in his heart could no longer be restrained.

"You killed your third brother, why is your soul here? How is it here!" Gu Yue Shengzi roared.

If he was calm, the Holy Son of Gu Yue would definitely take the opportunity to challenge Mo Yuxi, because Mo Yuxi also had the possibility of collecting their souls, but the Holy Son of Gu Yue knew in his heart that it could not be Mo Yuxi, and only his father or Yang Zhijiu had collected his soul.

The souls of several younger siblings are in their father's place or in Yang Zhijiu.

Now, everything is revealed.

"I don't have it. This is not a soul, this is just a trace of breath!" Yang Zhijiu said panic.

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"I didn't, I never hurt it, I didn't do it!"

"You have all refined the souls of the third brother, the second brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother, the sixth brother, the seventh brother, and the eighth brother!" Gu Yue Shengzi roared.

Everyone in the hall was nervous, and so was Daojun Maori, his face was very anxious, but his two sons were making noise at this moment and didn't look at their hints at all.

Yan Chuan was also highly focused, because all this was based on speculation. If you want to settle the facts, you have to wait for an opportunity. Yan Chuan stared at the two of them.

"I haven't practiced, I haven't!" Yang Zhijiu was anxious and panicked.
To be continued...