Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 749 Blackmail

Regarding Qin Qingrong, Mo Qiu didn't hide anything.

"The ancestral temple is well-known, and the master of the hall is even more powerful. King Zhao also wants to give him some face, and the progress of the crime has slowed down."

"The battle on the front line is relaxed, and the Xuanyou Dongtian side of the Shangqing is a little tight. There are millions of ghost soldiers hoarding near the entrance of the passage. Do things for him to avoid trouble."

He shook his head and said:

"However, these are expedient measures. If Wang Huang can really make King Zhao retreat, Quanzhen Dao will be his next target."

"Didn't you already agree to work for him?" Qin Qingrong frowned:

"So, he still doesn't let go of Quanzhen?"

"It's not that simple." Mo Qiu sighed softly:

"Transactions and covenants are feasible only when there is not much difference in strength. Emperor Ku will not break promises, but Wang Huang is different."

Di Ku dare not keep his word, don't ask for the strength to make him regret it.

And Wang Huang...

The gap is too big!

"There is no other way?" Qin Qingrong said in a low voice:

"In the Dragon Burial Heaven, you have killed the eleventh-order dragon clan."

"It's not the same." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"At that time, there were survivors of the ancestors to help, and this is the underworld. Although my practice is unique, there are restrictions in the underworld after all."

"To deal with Wang Huang..."

He pondered for a while and said:

"Unless you use the power of heavenly soldiers in Xuanyou Dongtian of Shangqing or Zanlongtian, no, I'm afraid it won't work in Xuanyou Dongtian of Shangqing."

The human race that buried the dragon sky is powerful.

Even if there are only 100,000 or 200,000 people, it can provide great help.

Xuanyou Dongtian in Shangqing is different, the strength of the people there is low, even if the number exceeds one million, it is afraid that they will not be able to compare with Zanlongtian.

"If..." Qin Qingrong pursed her lips and said:

"We join forces?"

The sympathy between the two breaths, coupled with the inexhaustible control, their strength is far greater than one plus one equals two, and it can be improved countless times.

"no."

Compared with Qin Qingrong, who is ignorant of the late stage strength of the ghost king, Mo Qiu has personally experienced the power of the eleventh-order dragon clan:

"You and I join forces, and we are not Wang Huang's opponent."

"..."

Qin Qingrong was silent:

"Is there no other way?"

She believes in Mo Qiu's potential, as long as she is given enough time, she will be able to compete with Wang Huang, but she is afraid that she will not have time.

"Don't worry." Mo Qiu said slowly:

"I'm not the only one who wants to deal with Wang Huang. If I think about it, if I set a trap in advance, it may not be impossible."

"It's a pity that although Wang Huang maintains his identity, he is not a careless ghost."

"This way..." Qin Qingrong's eyes flashed thoughtfully.

Mo Qiu looked relaxed, as if he didn't take the predicament in front of him seriously at all, and it was rare to let go of his guard here.

In such a big underworld, I am afraid that only Qin Qingrong is by his side, who can make him relax.

Since they couldn't think of a solution for the time being, one person and one ghost simply put the matter behind them, fetched spirit tea and wine, and chatted some gossip.

"I have been back to Jiaoxing City, and there is no one there. Fortunately, the Qingsang Pharmacy is still there."

Don't beg to speak slowly:

"I was a little anxious to go back last time. I have never left Taiyizong. Next time we go back to Yangshi, we must go for a walk when we have time."

"Um."

Qin Qingrong's beautiful eyes flickered, and several figures flashed in her heart, and then she sighed leisurely

"Times have changed, old people have passed away, and some things will never appear again once they are missed. On the contrary, we are relatively lucky."

"Yes." Mo Qiu nodded, just as he picked up the teacup, his complexion suddenly changed.

Immediately, he waved his big hand fiercely, and the light of the saber streaked across, a crack appeared in the void, wrapped around a decoration around him, and disappeared in the room in an instant.

Qin Qingrong was taken aback for a moment, then returned to her senses, and tidied up the house calmly.

"Saint."

Just at this moment, a voice came from outside the house:

"The lord came to visit."

"Please come in." Qin Qingrong gathered herself together, opened the door with a wave of her sleeves, stood up and stood up.

"Ha ha……"

Before the ghost arrives, Wang Huang's loud smile has already sunk into the eardrums:

"Just after I came back, I heard that the saintess has made some progress in her cultivation, and she is now an intermediate ghost king. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true."

"congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

He clasped his fists together, laughed and went inside, followed by ghost soldiers from the underworld, presenting a ghostly creature from the underworld and placing it in front of Qin Qingrong.

"When Wang heard the news, he was overjoyed. These are congratulatory gifts. Congratulations to the Holy Goddess for her progress."

"The palace master has spent money." Qin Qingrong bowed and bowed:

"Qing Rong is able to have what it is today, all thanks to the guidance of the sages of the ancestral temple, and the master of the temple bestowed divine power."

"Why!"

Wang Huang waved his hand:

"There have been many ghosts in the ancestral temple who have practiced the wonderful treasure of the divine fetus, but there are very few who can make progress like you, let alone progress so fast."

"As expected of the soul appointed by the Holy Master."

"Um?"

While speaking, he seemed to have noticed something, his complexion suddenly darkened, his nose sniffed lightly, and his joyful eyes also turned cold:

"The breath of a living person in the mortal world..."

"Master Dao has come?"

There is only one living person in Lu Wangfu, and that is Mo Qiu.

But the saintess has a special status and can be regarded as the forbidden domain of the Holy Master, but this time she entertained a man alone, which naturally made Wang Huang discolored.

Qin Qingrong's complexion changed slightly, but fortunately she put on the tulle in advance, and the tulle is also a ghost weapon, outsiders will not notice her complexion.

She obviously didn't expect that Wang Huang's nose was so sensitive, and he could still smell Moqiu's breath in the cleaned-up scene. At that moment, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she said with a faint smile:

"The palace master may have misunderstood, it should be this thing."

As she spoke, she summoned a wooden kite nearby, and stretched out her hand to caress:

"This thing was created by Yanshi. It is extremely exquisite. It was a congratulatory gift from Taoist Mo some time ago. I found it pleasing, so I put it in the house."

"Well……"

Wang Huang's eyes moved slightly, and he shot Mu Yuan with his big hand.

Sweeping inward with the divine sense, a burst of Yin Qi immediately shattered the wooden kite into pieces, and said in a cold voice:

"It's better for the Holy Maiden to focus on her cultivation. This thing has hidden secrets. It would be bad if someone surnamed Mo spies on something."

"Yes." Qin Qingrong bowed:

"What the lord taught me is."

"Huh..." Perhaps because he felt that his tone was too strong, and he had gone too far, Wang Huang took a deep breath and slowed down his voice:

"On the Wonderful Treasure of the Divine Embryo, is there something that the saintess doesn't understand?"

"Although Wang has not practiced this time, he knows a lot about it. Maybe he can say a thing or two about it."

"This..." Qin Qingrong raised her head, feeling a little unconcerned.

She has seen Moqiu's ability before, and even got the other party to teach her a wonderful method, and took the opportunity to comprehend the method. In terms of understanding of the wonderful treasure of the divine fetus, she may not be weaker than Wang Huang.

but.

"Qing Rong does have something to ask the Palace Master."

"tell me the story."

"The altar skills of the third generation and the magical possession of the divine fetus have been recorded, and they can be practiced with the help of foreign objects. Qingrong met a person a few years ago, who used my body from the previous life. I wonder if I can use it?"

"Huh?" Wang Huang's complexion changed suddenly:

"Have you really seen your previous body?"

"Not bad." Qin Qingrong nodded.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Huang laughed suddenly:

"It's very good. If you have a body from a previous life, and you can make great progress in a short period of time, where is your physical body now?"

…………

On the main hall.

The atmosphere is dignified.

It was supposed to be King Lu's seat, but it was not Di Ku's figure sitting upright, but Wang Huang, one of the three main halls of the ancestral temple.

He surveyed the audience with a gloomy expression.

None of the many ghosts in the hall made a sound, and almost all the ghosts bowed their heads, lest the other party focus on themselves.

"Yan Ping is dead."

a long time.

Wang Huang's voice sounded in the hall.

The voice was hoarse and low, with a strong anger and chill, like a cold wind, raging back and forth in the hall.

"Who did it?"

"Back to the Hall Master." A ghost stepped forward, and the voice tape replied anxiously:

"According to the clues left in the field, it was Ma Chengwei, the horse-faced ghost king. After he killed General Yan, he took off the token from General Yan and went to the prison. He robbed his own ghost clan. We have already hunted it down with all our strength."

"Ma Chengwei?" Wang Huang's mouth curled up slightly, showing disdain:

"Do you really think that Ma Chengwei can kill him under the eyes of many ghosts in Yan Ping's mansion?"

"Even, didn't even make a call for help?"

"..."

There was silence.

The ghosts naturally knew that such things were unlikely. After all, in terms of strength alone, Ma Chengwei was probably much weaker than Yan Ping.

The sneak attack may have a chance to fight back, but it is absolutely impossible to be so clean.

"Don't ask!"

"Master Wang." Mo Qiu came out, his expression unchanged.

"Where were you that night?" Wang Huang asked coldly.

"Hall Master, what do you mean?" Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes:

"Could it be suspected that Mo killed General Yan? These days, I have a very happy conversation with the general. How could I do such a tricky thing?"

"Did I say you did it?" Wang Huang's eyes were gloomy:

"Mo Daoist is so eager to refute, is it true that there is something wrong in his heart?"

"Don't dare." Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

"Momou rested in the mansion that day, as usual, and never went out."

"That is to say..." Wang Huang snorted softly:

"Without anyone who can testify, you never went to Yan Ping's mansion?"

"Master Wang." Mo Qiu's voice sank:

"Mo Mou has no reason to attack General Yan, and the horse-faced ghost king was present that day. If Mo Mou attacked General Yan, how could he let him go?"

"Hmph!" Wang Huang's face remained unchanged:

"But looking at the entire Lu King Realm, who else can kill Yan Ping silently, except Daoist Mo?"

Indeed.

There is no evidence to prove that Mo Qiu moved his hand.

but.

Yan Ping's strength is there, there are only a few people who are eligible to be suspected, and only Mo Qiu is known to ghosts.

"Hallmaster."

Mo Qiu took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice:

"If you insist on doubting Mo, I have nothing to say, but if you want to put this matter on my head, Mo will not accept it."

"Not convinced?"

Wang Huang whispered something, and then raised his voice:

"You are not convinced!"

The high-pitched voice, like a thunder that tore through the sky, condensed into a wave of terror, and slammed towards Mo Qiu fiercely.

"Peng!"

A layer of sword light stopped in front of him, severing the attacking energy.

When Wang Huang got up, it was like a mountain rising from the ground. The terrifying power caused the whole earth to tremble wildly, and the ghosts fluctuated like they were caught in the waves.

"As a cultivator in the yang world, you are against the underworld. For the sake of you alone, the prince spared tens of millions of living people in the cave."

"Such kindness..."

"Are you still dissatisfied?"

"Boom..."

The sound of trembling was endless, and countless cracks appeared in the entire hall. All the ghosts changed their colors one after another and kept retreating. Only Mo Qiu stood upright on the spot.

He was wrapped in spiritual light, surrounded by sword light, although the halo was not big, he stood firmly under the impact of the turbulent momentum.

But under this kind of impact, he didn't dare to move around, and said in a muffled voice:

"What does the lord think?"

Wang Huang said: "In case you have other thoughts in your heart, Quanzhen Dao needs to send people to this underworld as hostages, and your disciples must come here."