The summer rain may be continuous, like a big but not a big, or a small but not a small. Or it may come and go in a hurry, but it will come and go.
The rain stopped soon, and the sun shone a bright light from the cracks of the clouds, which looked so fresh and bright. The dark clouds were gradually blown away. Only white clouds and dazzling light were left in the bright sky, a beautiful scene of wind and sunshine.
However, the rain on the ground that was mixed with blood and was still inseparable from each other, and was using its evil and bright red to prove that the rainstorm had existed so truly.
Corptoes were lying scattered on the ground. When water surged to drains, when passing by these corpses, ripples centered around the corpses could always ripples. However, other than that, there was no movement in the corpses.
There was a breath called tragic and heroic throughout the Qianyue Palace.
Not long after, a group of mercenaries appeared in Qianyue Palace. They wandered around the palace, packed up the bodies, and placed them on the huge square.
The corpses are divided into three categories, one is the remains of people from the shallow moon palace, which are thrown scattered onto the square.
One type is the corpses of people dressed up by mercenaries. The mercenaries carefully sorted out the remains of their companions' bodies and then went to clean up other corpses.
Another type of person who seemed to be placed in the square immediately showed up after being placed, and the bodies were sorted out and carried into the main hall of the Qianyue Palace.
I believe that those who die can enjoy such treatment can only be the people from the Mo family and Xuanfengtang.
A young man with extraordinary appearance appeared at the only high tower in the Qianyue Palace. The shadow cast by the eaves of the tower covered his face, making it impossible to see his appearance, but his eyes emitted a cold and sharp light.
His eyes were like a hunting hawk, sweeping across the entire Qianyue Palace from a high place without any fluctuations, and he kept staying for anything. He seemed to be aimlessly looking around the entire Qianyue Holy Land, as if he was not looking for or discovering anything, but enjoying the feeling of looking down at the Qianyue Palace from a high place.
The young man walked forward and exposed his face to the bright sunshine. That face was Yue Moyu who had taken the Violent Pill to fight Yue Mochen.
Yue Moyu curled the corner of his mouth and said softly: "After waiting for many years, I finally stood in this position and looked at the Qianyue Holy Land."
At this time, steady footsteps came from behind him. He seemed to have known who was coming, and said without looking back: "Has the matter been resolved?"
The person who came was an ordinary-looking old man. After listening to the young man's words, he raised his right hand and a body fell out of his weaving ring.
A heavy sound came, and the body fell on the ground, splashing a little dust. The old man impatiently slaps the air in front of him, glanced at the body, and said nothing.
The clothes on the deceased were not damaged, and there were no obvious marks on the surface, but the ear holes, nose, and corners of the mouth were filled with dry blood.
His expression was frozen at the moment before his death, full of anger, and his eyes that could not close their eyes were covered with bloodshot that had not faded.
Yue Moyu turned his head and looked at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly. The eyes were like looking at a dead puppy on the side of the road, without a trace of pity or other expressions.
"Catch the time to brainwash their disciples of the strange generation. The family needs them." Yue Moyu quickly moved his eyes away from the corpse and looked at the old man and said.
"I understand, it's just big..."
When the old man replied, he was interrupted by Yue Moyu raising his hand.
"My identity is kept secret first. After all, Yue Moyu is their fellow disciple. When he persuades surrender and brainwashing, this identity may help us a lot."
Yue Moyu smiled faintly, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand and gently stroked his handsome face, with an indescribable strange smell.
The old man nodded respectfully and replied: "Yes! Bufan understands."
It turned out that this old man was Mo Bufan, one of the main forces of the Mo family who came to the Relics of Gods, and the main murderer who chased Yue Yaoyu Dugu Lie and others back then!
Even Mo Bufan has to be so respectful to each other. Who is Yue Moyu? Is he like Dongfang Ruoning? Is he not the real Yue Moyu Palace? Or is he really as he said to Yue Yaoxiong before, and he is not the real Yue Moyu?
Then who is he? Unfortunately, the answer has been interrupted by "Yue Moyu" and returned to the old man's abdomen.
"Yue Moyu" stopped the weird movement, looked at the old man again, and asked, "What else?"
Mo Bufan nodded, and then said, "The Dragon Prisoning Formation has not been set up yet. Those old immortals are still desperate for their lives. We have lost many tribe members and lackeys."
The tribe members mentioned by Mo Bufan are the people they brought into the ruins of the gods, and the lackeys must be the people they brought to Xuanfengtang.
"Yue Moyu" smiled faintly and said, "Let the dogs work harder and throw some garbage we brought in to them. They will laugh when they work hard for us."
Could it be that this Yue Moyu also comes from the big world?
Mo Bufan nodded heavily again and sighed: "It's a pity that if Lao Wu had not been killed, it wouldn't take so much time to set up a prison dragon formation."
When "Yue Moyu" heard this, his expression became a little serious. Even if he was unable to bear the loss, he could not bear the loss. After restraining the smile on his face, he whispered: "So we cannot afford to lose money. We must take down the entire Qianyue Palace."
He turned around, looked down at the holy land again, and said to Mo Bufan, "But it's okay. Now the holy land is in our hands, and the elders are dead. If you escape, let the dogs follow up. Just trap these old people."
"Don't worry, the Dragon Prisoner Array can isolate everything. They will soon die due to energy exhaustion." Mo Bufan paused and asked again: "As for those who escape, what should we do?"
Yue Moyu glanced at Mo Bufan, his eyes full of coldness. The latter nodded again.
"It's a pity that the little girl who can hold on to time was not able to stay." Yue Moyu sighed regretfully, as if she had lost her toys, and the regret and reluctance on her face showed no value.
At that moment, it was so shocking! Staying in time? That was a skill that even a god-level spiritual thought master might not be able to control?
As if he remembered the shocking scene, Mo Bufan also said with some regret: "Yes, regardless of his importance to that boy Yue Mochen, just her despicable move is enough to prove her potential to become a top spiritual master. Unfortunately, she is not a member of our tribe."
"So, kill..."
The sky turned from sunny to dark again, dark clouds filled the sky again, and "Yue Moyu"'s face became gloomy. He grabbed the corpse on the ground and threw it out of the tower.
The corpse fell to the ground with the whistling sound of the wind, and then splashed blood flowers.
If Yue Mochen were here, he would definitely recognize that this corpse dropped from the tower was one of the three main halls of the Qianyue Palace...