In the main hall of Qianyue Palace, an elder of the Jun generation was covered in blood and stared at Yue Junlong with a malicious expression.
"Yuejunlong! I didn't expect you to be such a person. For your own benefit, you not only betrayed Qianyue Palace, but also took action against me! We have been friends since we were seven years old. Could it be that our friendship over so many years is not as good as Mo Buping's?
A few words of inducement?"
Yue Junlong was also injured, with a deep sword mark on his back and blood pouring out, but his expression was much calmer.
Hearing the other party's accusation, he did not get angry and chuckled: "Haha, Yue Junzheng, you said it nicely. Who made the first move just now? You attacked me in a sneak attack to do justice for heaven, and my counterattack was ruthless and unintentional?"
"You betrayed the Holy Land. As a member of the Holy Land, of course I have the responsibility to kill you!" Yue Junzheng said with a righteous look.
When Yue Junlong heard this, his smile became even stronger, and his disdain became even stronger.
"Really? Or are you blaming me for not asking you to play with me when I have such a good escape route? You are so angry that you don't suddenly attack without orders?"
"You traitor, everyone will punish you!"
The two of them were yelling at each other, while the others looked at the two people who were yelling at each other with different expressions. Dugu Yang was the same, but compared to everyone else, his expression was much more relaxed.
While drinking, he looked at the two of them gracefully, and occasionally said something.
"I said, there is something wrong with both of you. There is a saying that brothers cannot be separated until they die. How can you kill each other? Although you are not brothers, you have not been beaten yet.
Even if you beat him to death, it’s better not to fall out."
"Shut up!" Yue Junlong and Yue Junlong said angrily at the same time. But they immediately started a scolding war, as if saying the same sentence with the other party was an insult to themselves, and the scolding became more and more fierce.
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Yue Mochen looked at the two people who were scolding each other with red faces, and then looked at the blood on the ground that had not yet dried up. His expression was a bit complicated, as if he was thinking about something.
A lot of bright red blood is scattered on the white marble, like delicate and enchanting flowers.
Not long ago, Yue Junlong took action against Yue Mochen, but Duguyang struck at Yue Junlong with a sword energy. The latter had no choice but to strike hard with the sword light, but when he attacked with all his strength, Yue Junlong
Zheng Que suddenly took action, and the long sword in his hand struck Yue Junlong's back.
As a result, Yue Junlong was severely injured in an instant, but he did not let Yue Jun suffer. As the eldest disciple of the Jun generation, his cultivation level should not be underestimated.
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and counted his swords. Yue Mozheng was also seriously injured, and most of the blood on the ground came from his body.
While Yue Mochen was recalling the previous scene, the quarrel had reached a fever pitch, and the others couldn't bear it any longer. An elder from the Qing Dynasty, Gong Zu, sternly said: "Shut up!"
"Jun Long, stop it! Don't force us to take action!"
"Haha, are you stupid for being the palace ancestor? I've come this far, can I still stop?" Yue Junlong laughed wildly, his momentum rising continuously.
"Humph! You're stubborn!"
The palace ancestor elder said angrily, and before his voice fell, he appeared in front of Yue Junlong!
"Moon-Moving Palm!"
A palm shot out with unparalleled momentum, and it hit Yue Junlong's body solidly. The latter flew backwards. It was only then that the word "spirit" came out of his mouth!
With a "boom", Yue Junlong's body hit the big pillar in the hall.
The pillar, which was as thick as two adults hugging each other, was shaken by the blast. Marbles flew from the surface of the pillar, revealing the pillar made of thick steel.
Fine dust fell from the roof of the palace, and Yue Junlong's body also fell to the ground.
But he didn't just fall down. He held his body in place, raised his head and stared at Gong Zu who took action, with a sneer on his lips!
"All Souls Devouring Gods!"
Yue Junlong shouted sharply, and black shadows suddenly appeared in the main hall. The originally bright and transparent hall actually looked a little dark because of these sudden shadows.
Those shadows are not humanoid, but rather like a condensing stream of smoke. Their mist is constantly vibrating, like ripples on the water's surface.
At the same time, an invisible oppression appeared in the temple and became stronger and stronger.
"No! It's a soul martial skill!" Yue Yaolan exclaimed.
"Haha, did you see it? Unfortunately, it's too late! Without a few trump cards, do I, Yue Junlong, dare to be a traitor?"
Yue Junlong laughed hoarsely, and just when the palace ancestor's second attack was about to fall on him, he suddenly let out a sharp roar!
At the same time, all the shadows in the palace let out shrill screams!
Everyone suddenly felt pain in the sea of consciousness, as if being bitten by thousands of insects, the pain was endless!
Many elders of the invitation generation immediately fell to the ground, obviously their souls had been seriously injured.
The situation of the palace ancestor who was about to attack Yue Junlong was even worse. Blood spurted out from all seven holes, and even then it sprayed on Yue Junlong's face, making the latter's manic laughter look even more ferocious.
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Yue Mochen and Yue Monan were deliberately protected by Dugu Yang and did not suffer much trauma, but what they saw in front of them severely shocked them.
Even Yue Mochen, who had seen the Moon Spirit King, couldn't help but feel horrified.
Although the Moon Spirit King is powerful, after all, he has inherited the spirituality from the red sacred stone to get the talent of soul attack, and he has not fully utilized the characteristics of the soul power. However, the Moon Lord Dragon at this time is different. He knows very well that
With the wonderful use of soul power and surprise, he achieved such great results with just one blow.
"Changes will happen later, let's all come together!" A palace ancestor realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately stepped forward, greeting everyone at the same time.
"etc!"
Yue Mochen shouted loudly, but it was already too late!
A group of masters have already rushed towards the shadows in the Yue Lord Dragon Palace.
However, at this time, things changed again!
"Ah!~" There was another sharp cry, but this time, it didn't come from Yuejun Longhe and Shadow, but from the mouth of a palace ancestor!
Yue Mochen's shouting had no effect. Gongzu's miserable cry made everyone freeze. Everyone looked at it, but they only saw Gongzu's eyes slightly widened, but his body was half-kneeling on the ground.
, fell weakly to the ground and stopped breathing.
Yue Junzhengze stood behind his corpse with a sinister smile on his face, and the tip of his sword was still dripping with blood.
Little bits of blood dripped on the ground, and the subtle sound echoed in the huge hall, but it was so clear.
The one who fell was the palace ancestor who had just called everyone to take action. He was so majestic just now, but now he was a corpse on the ground.
The bright red blood slowly flowed out from his body that had not yet cooled down, staining the white marble red, highlighting the strong unwillingness in his unclosed eyes.