No one thought that they would be saved by someone using dark spiritual power.
But this person was the Gao Ziqi whom they had been deliberately ignoring all this time, who couldn't see for a moment.
All the things done by the Temple of Light were finally brought to light.
Entrusting the Holy Son to throw down the magic weapon that deliberately showed the phantom, Mu Ran was inspired and thought of the Phantom Talisman.
Phantom Talisman, a sky-level spell that deliberately shows the phantom that happened in the past to the present.
For the current Mu Ran, the sky-rank spell is just like playing.
Mu Ran washed away the ink dust.
Mo Chen, the real light element spiritual power user.
The founder of the first person Guangming Temple is Mo Chen's friend, the closest friend.
He knows Mo Chen's light and spiritual power, he is jealous, he envies, and he hates it even more.
He used Mo Chen to treat his newcomer, stunned Mo Chen, dug out his elixir, and filled it with his own elixir.
He also pressed black spiritual power on Mo Chen.
Make him unable to raise his head for the rest of his life.
Mo Chen was tricked by a close friend, but the close friend used the name of Mo Chen's best friend to successfully infiltrate the Si family and use everything in the Si family to gain endless benefits for himself.
However, the real Mo Chen was attacked more than once by his friends as the master of the Temple of Light.
Mo Chen, today he finally cleared his name.
Mo Chen never thought that his revenge would be so easy and simple.
The grievances of thousands of years were resolved so easily?
In fact, the person he really needed to take revenge on had long since died.
The Temple of Light was rotten and smelly from the very beginning.
The so-called Holy Son and Saint Daughter are just to protect and inherit their rotten secret.
Xiaohuo protected Fu Yan very well, and acted like a baby with Mu Ran very proudly.
Mo Chen appeared upright, and he took Mu Ran to Tianyi Academy, uncovered the secret of the stench in the mainland, and rectified all the people in the Temple of Light.
In the Mu family where Mu Ran lived, Mu Qing died tragically in the end.
It was not killed by Mo Chen, but by the ancestors of the Mu family.
The old ancestor was bedridden all day, and everyone thought he was dying, but no one really thought that she was faking illness.
In fact, he knows everything about the Mu family.
Pretending to be sick is just to get her favorite son back.
Hongshang and Baiyu finally reconciled.
Mu Ran wasn't too surprised by the quick end of the mission.
Because Mo Chen's strength is strong, let alone his subordinates, they have not been lazy for thousands of years and have been working hard.
In short, Mo Chen wins because he and his subordinates have not rested or been decadent for thousands of years, but have been working hard.
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The next world came, and before Mu Ran had time to talk to the system, he was ejected from the system space again.
In a high-end coffee shop.
The melodious and crisp piano drifts in the air, easily penetrating everyone's heart.
In the only box on the second floor, a group of people are carefully serving a man like a gentleman.
The man was leaning on the black leather sofa, Erlang's legs were slightly raised, his clear and bright eyes were slightly narrowed, and the smile on his lips was always curved like a smile that was not a smile.
It is impossible to guess what he is thinking, and it is also impossible to figure out what he wants to do.
However, everyone has only one thought, that is, this master, he must not be messed with, but must be confessed.
"Uh, hehe Mr. Chen, what do you think of this plan?" The person next to him stepped forward very humblely, holding a thick dozen of plans in his hand.
Nie Chen raised his eyebrows, raised his hand high, and picked up a corner of the plan.
It can be seen that he is very disgusted,
It is not willing to take up the plan completely.
However, the people beside him did not feel insulted at all, but were full of excitement and surprise.
Nie Chen sneered, waved the plan vaguely, glanced at it, and threw out all the plans and plans that others had carefully prepared for a long time.
The messy plan scattered on the ground, with his extremely bad and mocking words: "The plan is so rubbish, how dare you show it?"
All in the boxHe didn't dare to make a sound, and only looked at the person who came up with the plan with sympathy.
How much courage must this person muster to come up with the plan?
As a result, he suffered such a blow head-on Tsk.
Everyone looked at him with pitiful and sympathetic eyes, but no one had a look at Nie Chen.
Not because I dare not, but because of trust.
Everyone in business knows Nie Chen.
Nie Chen, the youngest son of the Nie family.
Growing up in the doting of his parents, he was extremely lawless.
However, his lawlessness convinced everyone.
He has a very high IQ, and has a unique set of means in business.
In just two years, he has created a company of his own that is comparable to his own company.
Everyone wanted to show him their plans and get his advice.
Even the entertainment venues he frequents every day are full of such people.
No matter where they are, they can appear strangely.
For this reason, Nie Chen deliberately vacated the 15th of a month to give them a chance to show him the plan.
Everyone can participate, but must bring their own plan.
The number of people is limited to only ten people, first come first serve.
Today, it is the fifteenth.
On the 15th day of the first time, someone asked Nie Chen for advice with great emotion.
But at that time, Nie Chen uttered extremely merciless words, directly calling the man autistic, and never dared to mention starting a business again.
Most of the people who went to No. 15 were killed without leaving behind.
Over time, although there are still many appointments to participate in on the 15th.
But no one dared to speak out rashly.
The air in the box was a bit dull, Nie Chen tilted his head and clicked his tongue, put a pair of long, thin and straight legs on the ground, and stood up.
His voice was cold, even cold: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour. If no one comes forward, today's plan on the 15th will be cancelled."
After finishing speaking, Nie Chen didn't listen to the surprise and panic of many people behind him, and walked out of the box slowly.
He was lying on the railing outside the box, his eyes wandering aimlessly.
The old butler came forward and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
Nie Chen said in a low voice, "A group of"
Before finishing a sentence, Nie Chen suddenly stopped speaking.
His eyes uncontrollably followed the hands playing the piano on the high platform.
All the consciousness seemed to be bewitched by someone, and only the hands that moved with the wind were left in his mind.
The housekeeper stepped forward in doubt: "Master, what's wrong with you?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com