The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"No matter what, we already know the result and the process!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"But, there is no evidence, no one believes me!" Mo Yuxi said bitterly.

"Where is the corpse?" Yan Chuan asked.

"They were all taken away!" Mr. Wen Ruo also smiled bitterly.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath. As Mo Yuxi guessed, what Daoist Mao did was too perfect! There is no flaw to follow!

"Killing the saint son and saint woman, because of this charge, the saint woman Yu Xi may be cut off from the position and demoted from the Jokhang Holy Land, and after the Jokhang holy land, she will face interceptions from all sides, not only the five vassal sects, Even the former enemies of the saint’s father would seek revenge on the saint Yuxi. Besides, will Daojun Mao let go of the saint Yuxi?” Mr. Wen Ruo explained.

"I have the token left by my father, and the Holy Lord can keep me safe!" Mo Yuxi said.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan asked curiously.

Then, Mo Yuxi repeated his father's words before his death.

"No, since Jingzhao doesn't care about your father's life or death, how could he care about your life or death? Otherwise, with that token, your father wouldn't necessarily die back then?" Yan Chuan questioned.

"I believe in father!" Mo Yuxi said affirmatively.

Then, Mo Yuxi took out a golden token and handed it to Yan Chuan!

Above the token, there is only one word ‘wu’.

The token has no vitality fluctuations, no formation, it should be just a token token.

However, with this token, can Jing Zhao take care of Mo Yuxi? Then why did Mo Yuxi's father not use it to protect himself?

Yan Chuan was lost in thought!

As the three of them were meditating, a voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"Get out, Wen Ruo, I know Mo Yuxi is with you, let me in!" A mad voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Yang Zhi Jiu?" Yan Chuan's expression moved, and he suddenly remembered.

The three people in the hall looked at each other, and Yan Chuan nodded.

Wen Ruo walked out of the hall, and soon, Wen Ruo let Yang Zhijiu into the hall!

When Yang Zhijiu entered the hall, he saw Yan Chuan.

"It's you? Do you dare to come to my holy place?" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly and said, "I'm here to find Mr. Wen Ruo! Why don't you dare to come?"

Looking for Mr. Wenruo? Suddenly, Yang Zhijiu's expression relaxed a lot.

Instead, Yang Zhijiu looked at Mo Yuxi.

"Yu Xi!" Yang Zhijiu suddenly said softly.

"Don't call me Yuxi, I can't stand it!" Mo Yuxi said coldly.

"What can't you afford? Are you doing it for Beimodian? Don't worry, I have already discussed with my father. As long as you are willing to marry me, my father will help you suppress everything!" Yang Zhijiu laughed Tao.

"Oh? Daojun Mao has seven children dead, can you just ignore it?" Mo Yuxi said with a move.

On the side, Mr. Yan Chuan and Mr. Wen Ruo were observing the expressions of Yang Zhijiu to judge the case.

"Of course, they are them, I am me, and you don’t know. My father listened to me. If seven of them die, they will die. Here is the bride price. I am ready. As long as you agree, you will No worries, you are still a holy maiden, no one dares to move you!" Yang Zhijiu turned his hand and took out a box of dowry.

Looking at Yang Zhijiu's confident attitude, Yan Chuan believed Mo Yuxi's guess even more.

"Huh, this is the bureau set by Dao Monarch Uri? Why do you want to target me? Not hesitate to kill his own flesh and blood?" Mo Yuxi scolded angrily.

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