She had heard it in the evil seal of the Twilight City Lord.
The same resentful souls are wailing everywhere.
It seems that in an instant, the world of spring flowers has turned into an abyss of hell.
Qingge's eyes darkened slightly.
Since sealing off the evil seal, her Purple Pearl and Jade Star has shone brightly. On this path of cultivation, she enjoys good fortune and has a smooth journey.
She thought she would be like this for the rest of her life, but Emperor Wu Jingu's Shura sin caught her off guard and made her return to the past.
She looked at the panicked disciples of all races and martial arts masters, and the resentful spirits in the sky seemed to be trying to escape and cause harm to the world.
And she will become the culprit of the disaster.
Elder Qiu, Luo Cheng, the white-haired old man, etc. all flew over and surrounded Qingge.
No one thought that it would become like this overnight.
A famous genius, the Night Demon Lord, who is about to flourish in three thousand generations, is going to be executed by the Martial Arts Association?
The young man stood in the black light, wearing a red robe that was not blowing in the wind. His handsome face was expressionless, and his eyes were gloomy and terrifying.
Facing the joint killings by Elder Qiu and others, she remained unmoved and looked at those ferocious resentful spirits from a distance with empty eyes.
She thought that she would never be able to wash away the sins of the past.
She thought that she had survived countless disasters and could finally see the sunny sky, but she didn't want it to be just an illusion.
Qing Ge's eyes were full of bloodlust, and she had a destructive impulse in her heart, wanting to destroy all the buildings and creatures in this world under the blade.
While the resentful spirits were fleeing, they also wanted to devour the souls of the weaker disciples.
"Young Master Ye..." He Hui stood among the resentful spirits without fear. When everyone was panicking, she wanted to rush towards Yuanpan.
He Jinnan hugged He Hui and wanted to run away, but he stopped when he thought of the poetry collection hidden under Ye Wuhen's pillow.
He Jinnan put He Hui down, stared at He Hui closely, and said earnestly: "Xiao Hui, you go first, I... I will go help that person."
"Second brother." He Hui pursed her lips tightly: "Be careful."
"I will."
On the side, Lu Wenshan, Chief Bai and others rushed towards Qingge without hesitation.
As for Liu Yan'er and the others, they worked hard regardless of their own safety.
They had no time to react to the sudden changes, but they knew they were determined to live and die together!
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Elder Qiu's restrained momentum suddenly released, as majestic as a mountain and extremely heavy, and he immediately forced himself towards the young man.
His eyes were covered with a black cloth, but the wind and grass moving in all directions were within his perception.
His perception is far more acute than any visual effects!
Elder Qiu clasped his hands in his fists: "Dark Demon Lord, I'm really sorry."
"Kill her." The white-haired elder said.
"Ye Wuhen, this is a last resort. After you die, our sect will carry fine liquor and go to your grave to worship!" Luo Cheng said.
Qing Ge looked at them indifferently and remained still for a long time.
Suddenly, deep underground in the Shenmu Space, the voice of the Bao Bow Weapon Spirit sounded: "You can control these resentful spirits, try it."
Qing Ge remained motionless, his eyes calm and deep.
The voice of the weapon spirit sounded again: "You once wore the evil seal, and you have the mark of the Lord of Twilight City. Your control of the resentful spirit will not affect your relationship with the evil seal. The evil seal is still sealed and will not come out."
In this way, Qingge's eyes had the slightest wave of excitement.
Before Elder Qiu and others joined forces to take action, the young man raised his red lips and smiled evilly and strangely: "Kill me, and the martial arts association will cease to exist, and you will not be able to take back the resentful spirit."
"What did you say?" the white-haired old man shouted. Just as he was about to point his sword at the young man, Shen Qingxiao's clear voice sounded: "Let her speak."
Qingge sneered, stepped forward, and looked coldly at the resentful spirits in all directions, as if he were the king of the world, unparalleled!
Then I saw her waving her arms, her red sleeves dancing, her broken hair fluttering in front of her forehead, slightly covering her eyebrows, making her look even more coquettish and evil.
At this moment, she is calling the wind and rain, overlooking the Tiantian Square, like a god who judges all living beings.
Sensing the young man's intention, the white-haired old man frowned into the character "Chuan" and secretly thought that this man was crazy.
The young man's slender, white fingers moved slightly, and he whispered softly: "Give it to me, come back!"
These four concise and concise words are full of the momentum of one man being able to hold a barrier and ten thousand others not being able to overcome it.
The martial arts masters looked at each other, then became furious, feeling that Ye Wuhen had tricked them.
If the resentful spirits could come back so easily, why would they take action against Ye Wuhen?
The white-haired old man saw that the resentful spirit was becoming more and more arrogant and unruly. He could no longer sit still and was about to take action: "This child is very unpredictable. Let's kill her carrier first!"
The white-haired old man drew his sword and saw the resentful spirits flying out from the sky and the earth, returning along the track like a storm.
One after another, the resentful spirits returned to the black light, and the strategizing young man stood below, smiling evilly.
He Hui looked up among the countless resentful spirits, suddenly as if in a dream, a smile appeared on her face, revealing her white teeth.
The resentful spirits returned to the black light, Qingge's mind moved slightly, and he used a spiritual power to enter the Martial Emperor's Golden Drum, and saw that the Martial Emperor's Golden Drum closed completely, absorbing all the resentful spirits.
Everyone looked again, and the black light shining on the young man seemed to have been washed clean, gradually turning into milky white, and then as clear as water!
How could this be?
The white-haired old man was surprised: "Wuhuang's Golden Drum is the cleanest place to dance!"
What kind of person can possess Shura sin and wandering innocence!
Everything in Tiantian Square returned to normal, but the young man's mood did not return to the original. She raised her eyes and looked at the Martial Emperor's golden drum suspended on the golden armored guards, thoughtfully.
The voice of the resentful spirit came from the golden drum, and only she could hear it.
Those resentful spirits seemed to be waiting for redemption, shouting at the top of their lungs, calling for her.
She could feel the despair of the resentful spirits. If someone was not mentally stable and had a weak soul, he would be afraid that his soul would be swallowed up by these resentful spirits.
But even if she has ten spiritual eradication needles inserted into her body, there are few people in the world who are more determined than her.
She was unmoved, neither pity nor disgust, as if she had neither sorrow nor joy.
She can't even save herself, so how can she redeem those resentful spirits?
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled bitterly.
The light rises again.
The next moment, the Martial Emperor's golden drum sounded a sound like nature: "Ye Wuhen, strength, early source spiritual master, Gongji dark master, high-level beast tamer, magic profession: Qimen Shield Technique, has passed the escape dreamland
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There was deathly silence in Tuntian Square.
Lu Wenshan was stunned, and countless disciples were stunned.
They had witnessed the legend of Ye Wuhen with their own eyes. They originally thought that Ye Wuhen was hiding deep and had superb strength. When he was waiting for registration, Ye Wuhen would become a blockbuster. But the reality was that Ye Wuhen's strength level was just that of an ordinary disciple.