Chapter 1691 She once kept a low profile and swallowed the hatred of crying blood
The glimmer of light from the blue sun fell on her bright and bright smile.
In the depths of a pair of bright eyes, there is a fleeting and sharp color of bloodthirst, and its cruelty is comparable to that of a jackal, tiger, or leopard.
Among the nine heavenly powers in the Lingtian Continent, the Martial God Temple is one of them, and the Medicine God Sect is also one of them!
Once this matter is confirmed, the Master of the Medicine God Sect will definitely attend the banquet so that she can find out the truth!
As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.
She had been sitting there for too long, and it was time to take the initiative.
In the past, when she came out of the vassal kingdom, her own strength and power were far behind. No matter how strong her bones were in the face of absolute strength, she could not withstand the enemy's malice.
She had kept a low profile and swallowed the blood of hatred, not only for the responsibility on her shoulders and the relatives and friends around her, but also for this moment, for this moment when she could face the enemy head-on with her head held high!
At this time, the rest of the people in the hall were shocked.
The twelve guardians of the Holy Realm all swallowed their saliva.
They originally wanted to persuade Chu Yue to give up this shirt and "wear armor and go into battle" in the future when she is older and more mature and can control it.
Unexpectedly, Chu Yue not only refused to give up, but even wanted all the major heavenly forces to come to the Martial God Temple!
"lady……"
Protector Bai was extremely worried.
The battle robe forged by five hundred war gods before their sacrifices has gone through ninety thousand years of precipitation and washing. If you cannot control it, you may even be rejected by the battle robe.
If Feng Ling's battle robe generates repelling power, it will not only affect the martial arts, but also make people question whether he can occupy the position of the master of the palace!
The concerns of the protectors are not unreasonable.
But what they didn't expect was that Chu Yue was not the so-called second palace master.
From beginning to end, it was only her!
Ye Mohan held Chu Yue's hand and glanced at the white guardian with his purple eyes indifferently: "The robe of the Lord of the Martial Arts Palace is the hard work of more than five hundred warriors. Only in this way can it be worthy of the body of the Lord of the Palace. Saint
Even if Yu Yu spends all his efforts to build the shirt, it will still be less than one ten thousandth of Feng Ling's."
Wu Ancestor said: "Dear Protectors, I know what you are worried about, but as long as you know, the reason why the Palace Master can stand here and sit in this position is not due to your tone or luck, but because of the removal of Ye Chuyue.
There is no other person who dares to take the position of the master of our Martial Arts Temple! In the whole world, she is the only one who can sit, Ye Chuyue, and sit firmly!"
The words of Ye Mohan and Wu Zu made people like Protector Bai enlightened.
Protector Bai thought that Chu Yue had created more than one miracle along the way, and he felt ashamed and said: "It's because my subordinates are so concerned that they are confused."
Emperor Xia's secretive eyes were fixed on Chu Yue.
Why are His Highness and Martial Ancestor so sure that she can do it without any worry or consideration at all?
Could it be that……
She is the master of the Martial Arts Temple himself? Not some second person, let alone some nonsense chance?
If so!
At the Beizhou Military Aircraft Station, she said in front of everyone that His Highness was the son of the Lord of the Martial Arts Temple. Was she taking advantage of His Highness?
Emperor Xia's eyebrows jumped suddenly.
The lady that His Highness is attracted to is probably a bit too wild...
"Is Mu Sheng still imprisoned in the Martial Temple?" Chu Yue asked.
"It's in the prison."
The person who answered Chu Yue's words was Ye Juechen, the righteous son of Wu Zu: "Palace Master, I have some impressions of this Mu Sheng. Not long ago, she tried to kill herself in prison several times, but she was stopped all the time."
"Well done, take me to see her."
Chu Yue glanced at Martial Ancestor: "Little Ancestor, go and send out the invitations, inviting the masters of each domain to witness my appointment."
"Okay, three days is not a long time, so there is no need to delay. I will go and do it now."
Wu Zu immediately replied.
"Juechen, lead the way."
Chu Yue said indifferently.
"yes!"
"..."
The prison of the Temple of Martial Arts is an extremely closed space.
Looking up here, there is only the smell of darkness, blood, and decay.
In one of the prisons, there was a woman whose limbs were chained with iron chains.
The woman was unkempt, her clothes were ragged, and something like an iron sheet was embedded in her lower jaw to prevent her from biting her tongue and killing herself.
Only when three meals a day were served, the guards of the Temple of Martial Arts would remove the iron plate from her lower jaw.
There is only a gap in the entire prison at the ceiling.
A faint light can shine through the gap.
Mu Sheng relied on that light to distinguish between day and night, and count the time that passed every day.
She slowly became accustomed to it in despair and fear.
Here, she lives worse than a street rat or a ninth-grade slave!
She didn't know what was going on outside, because her lower jaw was fixed with an iron plate, so it was impossible for her to make a sound.
To her, this prison was an existence infinitely more terrifying than hell.
She relied on curses every day to get by.
She cursed in her heart that Ye Chuyue, Ye Mohan, Mu Qinghuang and everyone in the Mu Mansion would all die miserably!
She hopes that these people will be killed by the Nine Tribes, enslaved, and their bones will be crushed and their ashes scattered in the wind.
Sometimes, she would close her eyes, looking like the beauty of the world, and smell the wind flowing in from the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if there were Ye Chuyue's ashes in the wind.
At this moment, Mu Sheng lowered his head and lowered his eyelashes. Thinking of Ye Chuyue's various miserable situations, a smile appeared in his gloomy eyes.
She was counting the time day by day, thinking that the Dragon Slaying Banquet was over.
If Madam Tianhuang and the others want to take action, the Dragon Slaying Banquet is the perfect opportunity.
Ye Chuyue was afraid that she would die in the evil Xiaozhongtian.
If this is the case, then Ye Chuyue's ashes cannot follow the wind to the Martial Temple Prison.
Thinking of this, Mu Sheng was a little disappointed again.
How much she wanted to see Ye Chuyue's death with her own eyes...
At this moment, the silent prisoner tilted his head, and footsteps sounded, accompanied by a voice:
"The Master of the Martial Arts Temple has arrived!"
Martial God... Palace Master...??
Mu Sheng suddenly stretched his neck and looked out through the iron prison with his ferocious eyes.
How could there be a Martial Arts Master in this world?
She just looked at it like this, watching the familiar woman in red appear in front of her step by step through the dust and shimmer!