Chapter 3865 I can't vent my anger if I don't destroy this family
A high-ranking member of the Pingqiu Yan Clan, an imposing old man with gray hair, waved his sleeves, blew his beard and said with eyes wide open: "Clan Chief, although our Pingqiu Yan Clan is one of the lower three clans, we still have a long time to establish our clan.
For thousands of years.
How can you be afraid of a little girl?"
The rest of the senior officials said: "What the elders said is absolutely true. Patriarch, although Ye Qingge is the granddaughter of the Seventh King of Shenyue, it is included in the family tree, but after all, she is not a legitimate direct lineage! After all, she does not even have elven blood! Even though she is
She is the sweetheart of the Immortal Qing Emperor, but there is a whirling formation of heaven and earth in the Immortal Realm. With her current level of cultivation in the Mysterious Spirit Realm, can she really go to the Immortal Realm?"
"Clan leader, isn't there still Qin Lingzu of the Temple of Heaven?
Even if something happens, she will still be there to take care of it, so what are you afraid of?"
"Since the Pingqiu Yan Clan has sent its original disciples to the Xuanqing Empire to participate in this battle, the Pingqiu Yan Clan is destined not to stay out of the matter."
"Clan leader! Rather than letting people in three thousand generations see our jokes, it is better to get this breath back!"
"..." Chief Pingqiu also fell into deep thought after hearing what his subordinates said.
On the one hand, he was worried about Ye Qingge's identity, but on the other hand, he felt that what his subordinates said was very reasonable.
He lowered his eyes and frowned slightly.
After a long time, Patriarch Pingqiu worked hard, raised his shining eyes and looked straight ahead, sneered, and said: "Then just like you..." Before Patriarch Pingqiu could say anything, there was an extremely terrifying aura, like the end of the world.
Like a descending beast, it instantly covered every corner of the Pingqiu Yan Clan.
In the room, Chief Pingqiu and other high-ranking officials looked at each other, unable to understand for a moment what had happened to cause such a big commotion.
Bang! The door of the room was opened, and a disciple covered in blood hurriedly walked in, stumbling all the way, and kneeling in the center of the room.
"This..." the senior management exclaimed and quickly asked: "What happened?"
"Qing...Qing Emperor..." The disciple said with a horrified expression, then fell to the ground, and a shocking pool of blood gradually formed under his body.
The smell of blood stimulates the senses of every strong man.
Patriarch Pingqiu, who had just stood up, fell back on his chair. The tea cup on the table next to him shattered. The fragments scratched the side of his face, and blood immediately spattered out! Patriarch Pingqiu lowered his head, very frightened, and trembled.
Muttered: "Qing Emperor?
How could..." If it wasn't a dream, how could I hear these two words?
But from the sky outside, a man's magnetic voice, full of murderous intent, could be heard! "The Pingqiu Yan Clan colluded with the Temple of Heaven to cause trouble in the Flame Heaven and murder my wife!"
"If I don't destroy this clan, I won't be able to vent my anger and my wife's injustice!"
The majestic sound was like the ringing of a bell and rolling thunder. Even if one man was at the gate, it would still have the power of thousands of horses and thousands of troops, shocking both the inside and outside of the Pingqiu Yan clan! From the top to the disciples, they were in panic! The Pingqiu clan leader and the backbone of the elders came from
Stepping out of the house and into the open yard, he looked up and saw a man in a red robe and black hair holding a petite, slender and lovely child in his arms.
Her eyes were lightly tied with cloth strips.
This scene of rivers of blood and genocide did not want to stain her eyes.
Ji Yue stood on the top of the sky, looking down at the surrounding areas, and the sneer on her lips gave rise to boundless evil and evil aura.
The beautiful eyes, with a faint scarlet mist flowing around them, seemed to have a cold and sharp killing light, shooting out of the foggy sky where the road was blocked by heavy snow.
He is a born king. The nine heavens and the vast earth are all ministers under his feet. They are feared by his joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
The Qing Emperor was in his official uniform, but it had long been shattered into powder.
The crown of king has been taken off long ago.
Royal power, wealth, and a bright future are all inferior to her.
He held the girl very gently, but a cruel smile bloomed on his face.
He was originally a lonely killer. If he hadn't met her and washed away his sins, he would have lost himself in the struggle of life and death.
He curbed his nature and was no longer willful in everything. Everything he did and every drop of sweat he shed was all for the sake of staying with her forever.
He has always known what kind of injustice his girl suffered, and what kind of hardships and ups and downs she experienced.
It's because he's not capable enough, it's because he's useless, he can't give her a stable sky! In the past few years, she has endured all the hardships alone, and everyone has tried their best to destroy all the evil.
on her body.
But today, he became a beauty in anger and no longer cared about anything. He just wanted to tear apart everyone who bullied her! He wanted the world to see clearly that he was behind Ye Qingge!
Underneath, after Patriarch Pingqiu saw Ji Yue, his legs began to weaken and tremble, the hairs all over his body stood up, and a terrible coldness grew in his spine! Even though Patriarch Pingqiu had seen the big world, he didn't know what to do.
Dealing with the furious Qing Emperor.
The senior executives' faces turned pale and they were deeply frightened.
What's ridiculous is that before that, they were even discussing how to attack Ye Qingge.
Unexpectedly, before the attack on Ye Qingge, the annihilation of the clan was already imminent! The aura around Ji Yue filled the world.
Suddenly! The sword energy spanned three thousand generations, and its anger was a hundred thousand miles away! As the sharp sword light flashed by, I saw Ji Yue's red robe flying, and a ruthless sword flew out. Its size instantly expanded dozens of times, lying across Pingqiu Yan.
above the clan.
Every practitioner was unable to move, their limbs seemed to be out of control, and they all raised their heads and looked at him in horror.
"Qing Emperor! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Please give us a chance to explain!"
Patriarch Pingqiu shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes shrinking to the size of needle tips.
In the strong wind, the man held his wife in his arms, with a cruel and wanton smile on his thin red lips.
He is like a devil with evil spirits to his bones, and his overwhelming anger makes all living beings kneel down and surrender, and no one dares to refute a single word of his.
"Misunderstanding, so what?"
He said this in a nonchalant manner.
Murderous intentions were everywhere! The Pingqiu clan chief and other senior officials were stunned and speechless.
So what if it's a misunderstanding?
Today and tomorrow are inevitable and unstoppable! That is the king's order! Ji Yue lowered her eyes lazily, and blocked Qingge's ears with a ruthless force.
Qingge nestled in his arms, surrounded by the silence of heaven and earth, and could not hear any sound.
The black cloth covered her eyes, and she could not see the scene clearly.
But she could feel the wailing coming from the earth, and the death of living beings one after another.
Her hand lightly grasped Ji Yue's skirt, and then slowly tightened her grip until her knuckles turned white.
No—want—her lips trembled and she shouted silently.
She was never a compassionate gentleman, nor was she a hero among the world.
She is a fierce ghost who climbed out of the tomb and became a king among the dead.
At this moment, Qingge was not worried about the Pingqiu Yan clan, but was afraid that Ji Yue would be burdened with sin and become a shackled person from then on.