In Xiancha, a gust of wind came to the sky above Qingge's head.
The emperor-killing sword chopped at Feng Li. No matter how fierce her sword was, Feng Li could exert as much force as possible! When they collided, Mu Ruge, who was coming with a fierce force, was actually ejected.
Mu Ruge, who flew upside down into the sky, quickly stabilized her figure and landed on the side of the high wall. With green smoke in her eyes, sharp as a blade, she looked at Ji Yue who was sitting in front of Di Yungui: "You
...Who is it..." Mu Ruge lowered her head and saw a crack in the tiger's mouth holding the knife, and blood overflowed from the crack.
At the same time, the surrounding cultivators all looked at Ji Yue.
Why does a thirteen-year-old boy have so much strength?
So far, no one knows how powerful he is.
The state that Mu Ruge burst into just now was the peak of the twelfth level, which could be regarded as the half-step origin state. The majesty of the weapon spirit in the Emperor-Slaying Sword was even more terrifying at the holy level.
He even left his seat and forced Mu Ruge back with just a blast of wind.
Ji Yue drank tea and seemed not to have heard Mu Ruge's words. She remained motionless and indifferent. She never looked at Mu Ruge from the beginning to the end.
Mu Ruge stood on the high wall, her eyes were fierce, and she looked at Qingge as sharply as an eagle. With the spirit of refusing to admit defeat, Mu Ruge gathered her strength to show off her power, raised her sword and flew towards the nine heavens, and then flew from the top of the clouds.
He came down and pointed the knife at the empress who was sitting peacefully.
Another wind force appeared out of thin air. The essence of wind force is to use force to fight. No matter how powerful Mu Ruge had accumulated, it would be blown away by the wind force and hit Mu Ruge with even more ferocious force.
Mu Ruge's strength was qualitatively improved after taking the Divine Green Bead.
She was knocked away by the strong wind, but instead of being frustrated and discouraged, she became more heroic and menacing, and kept rushing towards Qing Ge, slashing at her with the Emperor-Zhanying Sword.
No matter which tricky angle Mu Ruge comes from, how much strength she has accumulated, or how powerful her attack is, she will be driven back by the strong wind.
Only shadows were seen flying across the sky, and winds appeared out of thin air.
They have never seen such a battle.
Mu Ruge returned to the high wall, pointed her sword and sang softly: "Empress, are you willing to fight with me?
I will use facts to prove that my strength is superior to yours."
Qingge leaned back, crossed her legs, and played with the crystal clear wine flask, which still contained half a flask of wine.
Qing Ge's eyes were lazy, and he glanced at Mu Ruge indifferently, then quickly looked away and drank half of the bottle of wine in one gulp.
The cultivators from Divine Realm, Zhong Lin and Mingyuan Villa heard the sound and came, and when they saw Mu Ruge, the twelfth-level Xuanling, they were all stunned.
Mu Ruge broke through several levels overnight and became a half-step master.
The empress is the phantom spirit of the seven sects. If you fight against her, wouldn't it be a dead end?
"If you want to fight, I'll do it. I'll deal with you without dirtying the hands of our empress."
Liu Yaner stood up with the knife in hand.
"Who are you, worthy of fighting me?"
Mu Ruge looked down at Liu Yan'er, snorted and sneered.
Liu Yan'er half-squinted her narrow and charming eyes and smiled instead of angry: "Are all the defeated generals under his command so rampant these days?"
In the Jinlu battle, Mu Ruge was defeated by Liu Yan'er, the great spiritual master. This was Mu Ruge's shame.
She had just appeared in the world's sight, and she had only been powerful for a few days before she was demoted from the altar by Liu Yan'er.
Mu Ruge's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she slashed at Liu Yan'er with a knife.
Liu Yan'er was placed on the golden thread stage, and now that she was a twelfth-level Xuanling, she was no longer comparable to Liu Yan'er.
She wanted to repay the shame of losing to Liu Yan'er! Liu Yan'er condensed the wind and snow, and at this moment, eight winds surrounded Mu Ruge, using all her strength, they hit Mu Ruge's body.
The Holy Level Emperor-Slaying Sword shattered into powder, leaving only a section of the handle.
There was also a blast of wind force that hit Mu Ruge's abdomen unceremoniously, right in the Dantian. The wind force passed through the skin and flesh, and suddenly moved up in Mu Ruge's lower abdomen, shattering the true essence.
Mu Ruge vomited blood and fell from the air. She frowned and glared at Ji Yue, who was calm and calm.
Ji Yue was like a bystander, an outsider, with no ripples in her eyes.
Master Lingxu rushed out from behind the crowd outside the hospital. When he saw Mu Ruge lying on the ground, he ran over and picked up Mu Ruge. He felt that the Dantian and true energy in Mu Ruge's lower abdomen had been destroyed. Master Lingxu
The teacher was shocked.
He never imagined that it would be like this... With Mu Ruge's current spiritual level, how could it be like this! Master Lingxu looked at Qingge: "Empress, Dongzhou is now the first of the five independent places.
You are not only the empress of Dongzhou, but also the empress of the entire heaven.
The heaven-sacrifice ceremony has just ended, and you used dirty methods to deal with Ruge. Isn't it cruel?"
Qingge stood up, yawned, and walked towards the house.
Looking at the figure that was about to disappear from sight, Master Lingxu became furious and shouted angrily: "Ye Qingge!"
Qingge paused for a moment, looked back and smiled: "This is my Dongzhou camp. I was drinking and chatting with you, but I didn't invite Mu Ruge. Why did she collapse in my Dongzhou attic? Should I ask you?
Disciple?"
Master Lingxu wanted to speak, but Mo You said indifferently: "Master Lingxu, I have witnessed the process with my own eyes. Your disciple Mu Ruge is domineering and arrogant. You came to Dongzhou to provoke you, and all your swords are killing moves.
If you feel resentful and dissatisfied with the Empress, you can discuss this matter with me and the Nine Realms."
Jiu Ci crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Master Lingxu with an evil look in his eyes, his murderous aura falling in all directions like heavy rain.
Craftsman Lingxu felt scared. He was in danger, yet he dared to shout! Including the four palace masters, Tianqi and his wife, they were all the empress's people.
With these people around, even if the empress doesn't take action, he won't get any favors.
"Since the Holy Lady has testified, it means that I wrongly blamed the Empress. My beloved disciple Ruge has a bad temper, so she must have violated the Empress.
Her Dantian and true energy have all been destroyed, and the Emperor-Slaying Sword is gone, which can be regarded as a punishment for her. I hope the empress will not take it to heart and never see it like Ruge."
After saying this, Master Lingxu temporarily put down Mu Ruge and faced the attic with his hands and waist bowed, apologetic expression on his face.
After the salute was completed, Master Lingxu helped Mu Ruge leave the Dongzhou Pavilion.
Craftsman Lingxu's eyes were full of pain. The Dantian, Zhenyuan and Emperor-Slaying Sword were all found by him with great effort, and they were just wasted.
It would be extremely difficult to restore Mu Ruge to her original state.
However...even if it is difficult, Master Lingxu still has to take Mu Ruge back.
He is a generation of craftsmen, and with Wen Min's help, he will definitely find a way.
When Master Lingxu left with Mu Ruge, he passed by the house where Mu Qingxue was. The naked eye could see a closed formation covering the surrounding area, restricting Mu Qingxue's freedom.
Craftsman Lingxu only stood for a moment, then stepped forward and walked forward. The top priority was Mu Ruge's injury, and he was not in the mood to see what Mu Qingxue's condition was.
On the couch in the room, Mu Qingxue, who was unconscious, opened her eyes weakly. The pain and discomfort all over her body made her frown, and her mind went blank. She immediately remembered everything about last night, and was gradually enveloped in fear and panic.
"Are you awake?
Seeing that you were tired, I gave you a bath and changed you into clean clothes."
When Shangguan Rui's voice came to her ears, Mu Qingxue sat up suddenly and quickly pushed towards the corner, staring at Shangguan Rui with straight eyes.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Mu Qingxue pinched Shangguan Rui's neck with both hands, but unfortunately the true energy in her dantian was imprisoned, and her murderous intent had no deterrent effect on Shangguan Rui.
Shangguan Rui held Mu Qingxue's hand, kissed the back of it, and pulled hard, and Mu Qingxue fell into Shangguan Rui's arms.
Shangguan Rui gently stroked the woman's green hair: "Little girl, I will be good to you. Since I want your body, I will be responsible for the rest of your life.
Just follow me to the Dragon Subduing Domain, and from now on you will be the eldest mistress of my Shangguan family. Whatever you want, I can satisfy you."
Mu Qingxue bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, glared at Shangguan Rui angrily, and suddenly bit Shangguan Rui's wrist.
Shangguan Rui became angry, put away all the smiles on his cheeks, and slapped Mu Qingxue with a sudden slap, causing Mu Qingxue to fall down on the bed. He squeezed Mu Qingxue's shirt hard and made her fall back.
"Isn't it a penalty if you don't eat the toast?
Do you think that who else wants you now is just a broken shoe that has been fucked by someone?
You want to be Jiu Ci's concubine, right? Are you worthy?"
Shangguan Rui pulled his hair tightly, forcing him to look up at her.
Mu Qingxue cried so hard that her young face exuded an alluring fragrance. Shangguan Rui had not dared to cheat on her for many years and had hidden her thoughts in her heart. Now they exploded unstoppably and were out of control.
He lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the end of Mu Qingxue's eyes: "Girl, the matter has come to this, there is no other way. Instead of struggling and leaving pain, it is better to enjoy the future life.
I said, as long as you behave, I will be good to you."
"Are you good?"
Shangguan Rui asked, stroking Mu Qingxue's face gently.
Mu Qingxue shed tears like rain, not daring to fight with her anymore, and nodded in pain.
Shangguan Rui let go of her black hair, and before leaving, he gently caressed Mu Qingxue's face, then kissed and nibbled it indescribably, leaving behind a smelly saliva, which Mu Qingxue couldn't bear to spit out.
After a long time, Shangguan Rui left and came back again, with his silly son beside him.
The stupid eldest son glared at Mu Qingxue fiercely: "Bad woman, beat you to death!"
The eldest son still has the IQ of a three-year-old child, but he is very vengeful and sometimes cruel.
This is also because Shangguan Rui and the princess doted on him, which made him become more violent and violent.
"Don't be so cruel, she is your wife, you have to treat her well, go ahead..." Shangguan Rui seduced with a smile.
The eldest son walked towards Mu Qingxue. Mu Qingxue looked at Shangguan Rui desperately and shook her head repeatedly: "No... no..." Shangguan Rui said with a smile: "Good boy, you are very good..." Mu Qingxue was all over the place.
Trembling, he closed his eyes in pain.
Will there be good times in the rest of my life?
Probably none.
Why doesn't Master want to come and see her? She is in such torture and living in the lowest level of the eighteenth level of hell.
The one who pushed her into the abyss was the master who stood by and watched.
She resented the empress, and hated her master and Mu Ruge even more. Compared with the blades of outsiders, the sword of the person closest to her was extremely sharp! Several voices seemed to come from outside the room and the formation, Mu Qingxue looked at her
His pupils tightened and his hands clenched slightly... "Little Moyou, are you being too picky? I am the owner of Yingyue Tower and His Highness of the Nine Realms. If you use a hemostatic bottle, do you have to give me a job?"
It's Jiu Ci's voice.
Life is miserable, but it is just that.
Only when you have the contrast of holiness and cleanliness can you discover your own dirtiness.
It's dirt that can't be washed away in a lifetime. Even if you shed this layer of skin, it won't be clean.
Jiu Ci's voice is very nice, not as magnetic as a mature man's, but has a youthful voice, full of evil nature.
"Little Moyou, my neck hurts so much. Look, what's going on?"
Jiu Ci pointed to his neck: "It hurts like a knife."
Mo You was walking towards the east attic, and Jiu Ci was following him, unable to shake him off, and kept chattering away.
Every time Jiu Ci mentioned the injury on his neck, Mo You would stop. She glanced at Jiu Ci's neck worriedly... Jiu Ci was even more showy than Chu Changge. For small injuries as big as a fart, use soft cloth
The inner three layers and the outer three layers were wrapped up so airtight that I couldn't even lower my head and could only hold my neck.
Mo You took off the soft cloth and said, "There is no need to wrap it up so much."
"I'm afraid my neck will be broken."
"..." With an injury the size of a fingernail... how could the neck be broken?
Mo You refreshed his understanding of Jiu Ci's scoundrels.
After taking off the soft cloth, Mo You looked at the wound the size of a fingernail and sighed helplessly.
"The injury has healed a lot, and everything will be fine."