"Yunshen, one year of Thunder and Blood Crow is already a very cruel punishment."
The gods of war in the heavens looked directly at Yun Shuishui, "I am a long-lived general of the West, so I will not be biased. You can rest assured when I do what I do.
Furthermore, Yun Shen’s duties in the Immortal Realm have nothing to do with punishment. This is a matter of punishment, so I won’t bother Yun Shen to worry about it.”
Pingxi Shen is famous for being upright and fair in the world of immortality. His iron-fisted methods and resolute actions make the powerful immortals change their expressions.
When he was dealing with matters related to longevity, he was most afraid of others interfering or pointing fingers.
At this point, Ping Xishen's tone when talking to Yun Shuishui had become cold-blooded and a bit impatient.
Master Samsara put his fist to his lips, coughed dryly, and immediately said: "God Pingxi does things fairly, and I also think this punishment is acceptable."
The war gods of the heavens then said: "God of Samsara, I believe that after serving her sentence, Ji Yue will return to the position of Qing Emperor. He is the chosen son and has a heavy responsibility. Apart from him, no one in the world is worthy of this responsibility."
Master Samsara pondered for a while and nodded: "What Ping Xishen said is absolutely true."
Yun Shuishui half-narrowed his eyes and said in an understatement: "The innocent lives of the Pingqiu Yan clan are afraid that they will not be able to rest in peace under the Nine Springs.
Whether it is immortality or three thousand lifetimes, does Pingxi God know that the emperor breaks the law and the common people are equally guilty?
Since merits and demerits cannot be offset, then merit is merit and fault is fault. Is it too hasty to subtract ninety-nine years of Thunder and Blood Crow punishment just because of a "Crime Book"?"
"God Ping Xi, it's not that I want to target this son, but I'm afraid I won't be able to convince the public with such a punishment."
Yun Shuishui said: "In the past 30,000 years, this is the first time that the Immortality Realm has appeared in front of the world in a real sense. Such an approach will probably chill the hearts of countless hard-working cultivators."
As Yun Shuishui spoke a few words, a tall hat was pulled down, pressing down on the person like a heavy mountain.
"Yun Shuishui, your dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"
The demon god glared at Yun Shuishui and cursed loudly: "Do you have selfish motives? Don't you have any idea?
You, a vase who has lived in the world of immortality for ten thousand years by eating human blood steamed buns, what qualifications do you have to point fingers in front of God Pingxi?
Is this world of immortality your home?
Could it be that I still have your last name Yun?"
The demon god originally wanted to give up on Ji Yue, but after the "Book of Sins" appeared, there was a turning point, and the demon god decided to defend his son to the end.
Yun Shuishui was scolded by the demon god so sharply that his face turned blue and white. It was wonderful.
After all, she wanted to be a dignified person. After all, she couldn't learn the temperament of a demon god, and she couldn't be a shrew in public.
The scolding style of the partial demon god is full of momentum. Those who see it will not think of the ferocious-looking shrew in the market. Instead, she has a unique charm, like a high-spirited queen.
Yun Shui's hands in her sleeves were clenched into fists. The demon god became more and more abusive and unforgiving, and she became angrier. The old and new accounts were settled together. She had the opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, but how could she let the distressed Ji Yue go?
A dark light flashed through Yun Shuishui's lowered eyes, which was extremely sharp. The next moment he raised his face, with a graceful and solemn look, and slightly raised his chin with pretense of pride. Liu Ye raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "Demon God
, Although Ji Yue is the child of you and Qingyuan God, Qingyuan God is also known to be fair. If there is any bias in this matter, I am afraid it will be difficult to quell the resentment.
At that time, people will still doubt whether Qingyuan God is qualified..." Before Yun Shuishui finished speaking, he saw the demon god's red dress like fire, his feet stepping on the wind, leaping up, his body as light as a swallow, and fierce
Like a tiger, it suddenly shuttled through the clouds and rushed towards the clouds and water like a fleeting shadow.
Where the sword was, the energy of immortality spread out, like the autumn wind whizzing past fallen leaves, and struck Yun Shuishui's face, delivering an unceremonious fatal blow.
With Ruolun's strength, even if the demon god had given up everything of the Dark Master in order to stay in the immortal world and cut off the evil spirit tendons, she had not forgotten to practice even though she was well-dressed and well-fed for many years. She was by no means comparable to Yun Shui Shui.
Yun Shuishui held the crystal scepter and looked up, his beautiful eyes widening slightly.
The next moment, Master Samsara stood in front of Yun Shuishui. With a flick of his sleeves, his robe blocked thousands of sword energies.
The picture seems to be frozen, and time has stagnated. The aura of immortality emitted by the strong man is particularly terrifying, becoming the most terrifying storm in the world.
The reincarnation master said: "Demon God, I accidentally hurt you. Don't get into a big fight over it. Please calm down. It may not be good if you hurt your harmony."
The demon god held the long sword in his hand, slowly fell into the air, and looked at Yun Shuishui with disdain, "The useless thing hiding behind the man can only gossip and hurt people. After ten thousand years of embroidered fists and legs, he dare not come and fight with you.
This god will fight."
The demon god has red hair and flaming clothes. He looks like a general who has triumphed from an iron-blooded battlefield. He has the aura of stepping over a pile of dead people.
From the past to the present, no matter where he is, the demon god has always been the most charming person among the crowd.
There was once a strong man who lived forever and was scolded by him. How could he know that the man fell in love with the demon god from then on and wrote love letters frequently, almost alarming the god Qingyuan.
At that time, this matter was still causing quite a stir, which shows the demeanor of the demon god.
Yun Shuishui stood behind Master Samsara, his slender and tender hands gently grasped the clothes on Master Samsara's back, and looked at the demon god with unwilling eyes.
"Demon God, this matter has been settled, what do you think?"
asked the gods of war.
"If God Pingxi thinks it is feasible, then he will do it. Even though Ah Yue is the son of this god, this god will not clear his name. Whatever should be done will be done."
The demon god said.
The gods of war nodded and waved their hands.
"In that case, let's set off."
The voice of the war gods of the heavens just fell, and then I saw a figure coming from a distance, with a red robe hunting the wind, a golden mask shining brightly, and a pair of long and narrow sword-like eyes, hiding a bit of edge and unruliness.
"Tsk..." Behind him were the Lin sisters.
Qingge looked suddenly, her pupils shrank and her fingertips felt cold.
"He's from the Evil Palace."
Sui Linggui exclaimed, "It's the Ghost King!"
"Evil Palace."
The war gods of the heavens looked at him coldly, and the overwhelming energy of immortality immediately wrapped around the red-robed man, "Should evil obstacles in the evil palace appear in front of the powerful immortal?
So brave."
Mo Xie carried the energy of immortality and vomited blood. He lowered his head slightly in the long wind and let out a few sarcastic laughs.
Empress Feng Qi asked: "Why are you laughing?"
"Laughing at you idiots."
Mo Xie smiled more and more arrogantly. There was no trace of decadence or embarrassment in the aura of immortality, but instead he became more unruly and unruly.
"The Pingqiu Yan clan was destroyed by my evil palace. What does it have to do with Ji Yue?"
Mo Xie's eyes turned red and he looked at Ji Yue: "Ji Yue, don't take the credit from me."
The demon god was slightly startled, and suddenly looked at Mo Xie, half-squinting his slender eyes, and looked at Mo Xie carefully.
Guaranteed.
Aventurine gave out a wry smile and said abruptly: "Everyone, I destroyed the Pingqiu Yan clan."
Mo Xie: "..." He really didn't want to admit that he had such a pig teammate.