Chapter 1666 The dead who have been buried in the ground can't speak
Chapter 1666 The dead buried underground cannot speak.
Mrs. Tianhuang was nearly suffocated by Chu Yue's grip on her jaw, her bloodshot eyes widened like a dead fish, looking at the evil and bloodthirsty woman in horror.
She made up random stories to smear Ye Mohan because she knew how much the warriors from the five continents hated the Void Walkers. If she found out that Ye Mohan's father was a Void Walker, he would definitely be criticized by warriors from all over the world in the future.
But what she didn't expect was that Ye Chuyue would counterattack her with an even more ridiculous fabrication!
At this time, the branches inside the body slowly twitch and grow outward.
The branches intertwined into strange shapes outside the body gradually withered over time as they were exposed to space.
When these branches wither to a certain extent, they will wither and dissipate into ashes.
But soon new branches will break through the skin surface from the body, and they will be stained with fresh blood.
Madam Tianhuang knows it all too well.
As long as she doesn't die, she will be tortured day and night and continue to repeat the pain of yesterday.
A large amount of blood spilled from Madam Tianhuang's mouth.
However, the ominous branches condensed from the resentment of dragon corpses also have the function of self-healing.
Therefore, she will not die in pain, but will live a life worse than death.
And this is what Chu Yue needs.
die......
For Mrs. Tianhuang, it is too cheap.
There was a "click" sound, and the onlookers immediately looked at Chu Yue in horror.
Chu Yue's face was expressionless, and with just a little force in her hand, Mrs. Tianhuang's jaw was dislocated. It was extremely difficult to bite her tongue and commit suicide.
She stood up slowly, and the enemy's blood on her hands condensed into beads and dripped down, splashing scarlet flowers.
Mrs. Tianhuang vomited blood and stared at Chu Yue with hatred and gloom.
Chu Yue's soft boots stepped directly on Mrs. Tianhuang's face. She glanced sideways at Wu Zhi and asked, "Xie Wushen, are you satisfied with this answer?"
"I am so arbitrary that I would listen to her one-sided words."
Xie Qingyan's voice came out: "Master Ye, you are really impressive. I am looking forward to the day when you step into the peak of martial arts. Today's martial arts temple is no longer what it used to be. Among the nine heavenly powers in Lingtian Continent,
The master of the Martial Temple is the only one with strength in the Martial Master Realm. I only hope that the Martial Temple can regain its 90,000-year glory in the future and not be just a flash in the pan."
Chu Yue half-narrowed her clear eyes.
The strength of the God of War is too strong.
Even if she gave everything she had and took out all her trump cards, she might not be able to survive three breaths of Xie Qingyan's remnant consciousness of the military decree.
Her over-the-top challenges and fierceness seemed so vulnerable in front of the top martial arts masters.
Xie Qingyan said again: "The brand of the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll can be seen by Lingtian warriors. Due to my arbitrary actions, I have wrongly harmed Zhongliang. Regarding this matter, I will lock up this wisp of the remnant consciousness of the military decree in the Frost Prison for half a year.
After enduring the frost disaster, all warriors can rest assured that with today's lessons learned, I will think twice before acting in the future."
"Master Ye, with your martial status and talent, you may become the new Martial God of the mainland in ten thousand years. At that time, I will personally take care of you."
"..."
Xie Qingyan's voice gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.
Wu Zhi and Can Shi turned into a ray of light and jumped towards the direction of the Frost Prison.
Chu Yue raised her head and looked in the direction where the light disappeared.
Wu Zu said: "Palace Master, ninety thousand years ago, you were much stronger than her."
Chu Yue pursed her lips and said nothing.
Martial Ancestor added: "With the palace master's talent, if he wants to become a strong man in the realm of the Martial God, he will use the resources of the Martial God Palace to help him break through to the realm of the Martial God within ten years."
"ten years?"
Chu Yue lowered her eyes: "No, within three years, I will become the God of War."
Wu Zu was surprised, and then a smile appeared in his eyes.
Such arrogance and publicity are still as familiar as ever, and it is the confidence that only the master of his family has.
The warriors from all walks of life in the Military Aircraft Department showed envy when they heard Xie Qingyan's evaluation of Chu Yue:
"Xie Wushen has never praised anyone so highly. General Wu Ling is truly the best among men."
"General Wu Ling? That's Lord Ye, the Lord of the Martial Temple."
"The Mu family is so lucky. Among the nine masters of the heavenly forces in Lingtian Continent, none of them are veteran warriors who have practiced for many years. It is the first time in ninety thousand years that they can become the masters of a heavenly force at the age of less than twenty.
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Amid the roar of the crowd, the head of the Han family, one of the four original families in Beizhou, swallowed his saliva and already ordered his subordinates to arrange gifts for Mu Mansion.
Hong Wanjun, the head of the Hong Mansion, and Sikong Linghua, the helmsman of the Sikong Family, also prepared congratulatory gifts not to be outdone.
At the military plane, a happy voice suddenly sounded.
Who would have thought that just now this place was a bloody battlefield of life and death.
Mu Xiangtian, the second grandfather of the Mu family, with gray hair and a ruddy face, smiled and accepted the blessings from all directions, and said very modestly: "Our Chu'er, in the final analysis, can achieve such an achievement.
Borrowing the light from our ancestors, when this child first came to Mu Mansion, I squinted my eyes and knew that he was a gifted talent and would definitely bring blessings to Mu Mansion. Please have time to go to Mu Mansion and hang out with Lao Chan more often.
Walk around and listen to me tell you in detail about the good things about this child."
His granddaughters Mu Youlan, Mu Chan and others were all dumbfounded.
When Ye Chuyue first came to Mu Mansion, didn't Mu Xiangtian want to kill him quickly?
The old man's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, especially his smug tone, which left people speechless.
The elderly uncle looked at his younger brother and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
At this moment, the piles of dragon corpses turned into resentment and filled the body of Madam Tianhuang.
Like a tarsal maggot, it will never stop dying.
The leader of the Dragon Clan, Long Aotian, his clothes were flying, making hunting noises, and countless evil fires were burning on his robes.
He walked up to Chu Yue, lowered his head slightly, held his forehead with his fingers without moving, and performed the ancient dragon tribe's specific forehead-holding ceremony to express his sincere gratitude.
"Master of the Martial Arts Temple, if it weren't for you, the truth about the Dragon Clan and the Ling Han Clan would not be revealed to the world."
Long Aotian was noble and elegant, and said with a smile: "The dead buried underground cannot speak, and the bones of the dragon clan that have been destroyed by evil cannot speak. Before I leave, the only thing I can do is to represent those who have died.
The bones of Weihan, who have been silent, would like to thank you. Thank you for allowing the people of the two tribes to rest their eyes under the nine springs after ninety thousand years of our grief and anger."
Finally, he knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands, and expressed gratitude in the human way.
"Dragon Leader, no!"
Chu Yue stretched out her hand to help Long Aotian up.
Long Aotian shook his head, but the black mist and evil fire on his body became more and more intense.
He looked at Chu Yue with a smile, and said using his spiritual consciousness that only Chu Yue could hear: "Palace Master Ye, I left a special gift for you in your Shennong Space. Maybe you will like it."