Fan Zhenggui just looked at Yang Muyu and asked with a sneer: "How about it? I will break your father's curse, and you will break Qingming's Soul Refining Soul Lock." Yang Muyu looked at Mo Qing, and he never thought that he was so proud of himself. Even small tricks can be used by others. Moreover, Fan Zhenggui was right. Indeed, in many aspects, he and she were similar, and they were indeed blood relatives. "Okay!" Yang Muyu said slowly, "However, I ask you to get in touch with your father's curse first." "It's okay, I believe you!" Fan Zhenggui said coldly. As she said that, she slowly walked to Mo Qing's side. , stretched out his hand to touch Mo Qing's forehead. Yang Muyu was shocked, and suddenly three silver needles were shot at the palm of her hand, and she asked in shock: "What are you doing?" "I just lifted his curse. If you are not worried, just watch from the side. Don't worry, Qingming is with you." In your hands, you have already threatened me, and I will not do anything. Besides, no matter what, Qing is my biological flesh and blood." Fan Zhenggui said calmly, and with a flip of his hand, Yang Muyu shot out three silver needles. It had fallen into her hands gently and skillfully. "Wait!" Yang Muyu suddenly shouted, "Send Lu Qingming here, and I will release his Soul Refining Soul Lock. Before that, you stay away from my father." When he spoke, a purple light flashed, and he died. The magic sword was already in Fan Zhenggui's hand. Fan Zhenggui didn't expect that he would be so suspicious. He couldn't help but be stunned and looked up at Fan Jian. Fan Jian also frowned. "Father, if I guess correctly, Mr. Lu Qingming is probably dead." Suddenly, Yang Tie said coldly. While speaking, he also stood in front of Mo Qing. "When did it happen?" Yang Muyu asked. "Just now." Yang Tie said, "Father God, when you asked me to catch him, I did something to him before you did. Just now, I couldn't feel his breath, so I have We are 90% sure that he is dead." Lu Jinghong said with tears, "You killed my adoptive father, and now you are making such sarcastic remarks?" Yang Muyu was stunned. Lu Qingming is actually dead? Although he did use Soul Refining and Soul Locking, it was like using spiritual power to infuse his body, which could definitely delay the time for three or four days. How could it be so fast? Fan Zhenggui's face, which was still smiling, suddenly darkened. The news of Lu Qingming's death could not be concealed, and there was no need for her to continue playing with Yang Muyu. She said coldly: "Yes, Qingming is dead." "So. You want to kill me. Father?" Yang Muyu asked in shock, but he was filled with fear. Just now, he almost delivered Mo Qing into Fan Zhenggui's hands. Based on his understanding of Mo Qing, if Fan Zhenggui takes action, he probably won't resist. "Of course!" Fan Zhenggui said with a gloomy sneer, "If I don't let the Mo family die out and completely disappear in the world of mountains and seas, I will never rest in peace." "You are really ruthless and cruel!" Yang Muyu said coldly, while speaking. He turned around and looked at Mo Qing. Mo Qing said that he did not agree with Yang Chen killing him, but now the situation has changed and he cannot control it. "Yu'er, let's meet Qingyao City!" Mo Qing suddenly felt a sense of fatigue rising from his heart. He was really tired He lived a very hard life. Whywhy has my mother been unable to resolve her hatred towards my father for so many years? It comes down to it. The person who forced him to marry the old man of the Mo family was not Moji, but Tianyimen. The father is already dead, but the mother - wants to kill him? "Father, I also want to return to the city of Qingyao, but there are some things that I can't avoid." Yang Muyu's face. There was a flash of strange paleness. If Fan Zhenggui is not dealt with now, he may never have a chance again. "Grandma. I still say the same thing!" Yang Muyu said slowly, "Please be buried, otherwise" "Otherwise, what else can you do?" Fan Jian said coldly, "Do you think this is the city of Qingyao? "It's up to you to go to the window and see if you can go out now?" "I know, you have surrounded this place." Yang Muyu is not a fool. If Fan Jian doesn't have support, he will. I won¡¯t stand here, but God is here. "Aunt, let's go!" Fan Jian said as he and Lu Jinghong retreated, while Dongfang Wuyin retreated with Dongfangzhou Ding and Dongfang Xu. However, at this moment, an astonishing scene happened. The green-robed silver mask that had been following Dongfang Xu's hand suddenly took action, and swept towards Fan Zhenggui with his long sword and thousands of rays of light. Fan Zhenggui seemed to have never thought that people from Dongliu Huacheng would suddenly attack her. His body stagnated, and a faint green light flashed past, blocking the sword energy. "Are you crazy?" Suddenly, Dongfang Xu shouted loudly. The green robe and silver mask seemed not to hear, and the sword energy in its hand covered Fan Zhenggui. Fan Zhenggui only used the realm to form protection and shuttled left and right in the sword energy, but he was robbed of the opportunity by the green robe and silver mask, and now he was restrained step by step. "Damn it!" Dongfang Wuyin cursed angrily and slapped the back of the green robe and silver mask hard with his palm. Dongfang Wuyin is the lord of Dongliu Flower City, a ninth-grade martial artist. If such a palm hit him hard, the green robe and silver mask would be seriously injured. In line with the principle that the enemy of the enemy is the friend, Yang Chen swayed and he had already rushed forward. He took out his long sword, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and aimed at Dongfang Wuyin's wrist. "A competition between ninth-grade martial artists?" Yang Muyu sighed. Mo Qing fell down on the chair and said after a while: "Yu what's going on?" While the two were talking, the scene had already turned into a melee. Moreover, even Yang Muyu didn't expect that Fan Jian also started to take action. Xue Rao couldn't sit still as soon as Jian moved. The silver thread in his hand was tangled and seemed to have no lethality, but now it became the biggest resistance in the small room. Fortunately, everyone is in control of their realm, and it is just a spiritual competition. Otherwise, Tianxiang Tower would have been turned into ashes long ago. "Master Dugu Pavilion, how about you take Shui Ling to get out of the way first?" Yang Muyu looked at Dugu Yuling who was still sitting on the chair, then looked at Shui Ling and frowned. "That's fine." Dugu Yuling took a leisurely sip of tea, then stood up, took Shui Ling with her, and with a sway of her body, she flew out towards the window. However, just as she reached the window, suddenly, countless flaming arrows were shot at her. "Tianyimen's flaming arrows?" Mo Qing was also shocked. Tianyimen seemed to be preparing to keep them all, but they even used the most ferocious weapons. Dugu Yuling's whole body was covered with a layer of light mist, flying through the air, looking for a breakthrough point, but the flame arrows were too dense, as if they had eyes, and she had to protect a spirit. The power is only that of a third-grade water spirit. "Father, go and help Dugu Pavilion Master and let her leave now." Yang Muyu looked at Mo Qing and said. Mo Qing nodded and was about to take action, but at this moment, Fan Zhenggui, who was trapped by the green-robed silver mask but had already recovered, was holding an ebony stick in his hand and was fighting with the green-robed man inextricably. Just spit out a few weird syllables. Mo Qing¡¯s whole body was stiff and he couldn¡¯t move. "Father." Yang Muyu looked at Mo Qing so painful that his facial expressions could be distorted. Not only was he filled with hatred, but he looked at Yang Tiedao, "I will take care of my father. You go and help Master Dugu Pavilion." "No!" Yang Tie still shook his head and said, "Under this realm, Father God has no power to protect himself." Yang Muyu looked at Mo Qing, and suddenly his body glowed with a soft light. The demon-killing sword in his hand transformed into streaks of purple light, and he slashed at Fan Zhenggui fiercely. passed. He was willing to risk everything. As long as he killed Fan Zhenggui, he would not worry about being able to undo the curse on Mo Qing, and then he would think of a way to kill him. In terms of power, they should be much stronger than Fan Jian's side. ¡°I don¡¯t know why, but the moment he took action, I looked around and found that Lu Jinghong, who originally accompanied Fan Zhenggui, was now nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Mu Yu, are you getting involved too?" Fan Zhenggui sneered, "You're not too bad at being playful, but you're far from serious." "Huh!" The man in green robe snorted coldly, holding the long sword in his hand. Drawing an arc, the entire long sword was gleaming with brilliance, as bright as the rising sun. "Wanliu returns to the clan!?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed, Wanliu returned to the clan, the untold secret of the Moh family, now appeared in the green-robed man in Dongliu Huacheng. "Who are you?" Mo Qing asked tremblingly. Yang Tie didn't care about anything else. Blue light flashed and stood in front of Yang Muyu. The man in green robe used Wanliu Guizong. Naturally, he used the realm. Under the shroud of the realm, it was difficult not to get hurt by accident. Fan Zhenggui also straightened his face. The originally flashing ebony light suddenly turned green, and the entire Tianxiang Building suddenly became full of life. Even the wooden tables and chairs began to sprout green leaves. Yang Tie and Mo Qing couldn't help but take a deep breath. No one thought that Fan Zhenggui's mental skills were so vicious, but he was cultivating the wood life spiritual power. And the realm is so strong that it is beyond everyone¡¯s expectation. "Ah?" Yang Muyu not only exclaimed, since she has such powerful life spiritual power, why can't she save Lu Qingming?