He knelt down in front of Mu Wuchen, kowtowing and begging for mercy, "God, have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me! I was obsessed with it before, but I hope God will forgive me!"
Mu Wuchen stood up, turned around, and his cold and cold eyes fell on him. At this moment, the Wanqi sword was like a light on his back, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.
"You hurt my wife and daughter and even tried to take their lives. How can I forgive you?"
The cold and ruthless voice rang out between heaven and earth, but when it fell in Wanqi Jianyuan's ears, it exploded like thunder, making his body tremble even more violently.
Wan Qi Tan, Wan Qi Ji Xing and others sighed softly. They couldn't persuade him even if they wanted to. They hesitated and finally closed their mouths.
The divine power of the Wanqi clan was given by the god. In the end, Wanqi Jianyuan wanted to kill his wife and daughter and take away his inheritance, but no one could spare him.
He was seeking his own death! Mu Wuchen raised his palm lightly, and Wanqi Jianyuan was pinched like an ant. He kept kicking and struggling with his legs, but to no avail.
He looked at the figure among the Wanqi tribe with desperate eyes, "Old... ancestor, save me... save me..." "God Wuchen, although Jianyuan is a bit of a fool, I hope you can see it.
For the sake of Wanqi Chengjun, the great ancestor of the Wanqi clan, please spare his life."
Wan Qiyou looked calmly at Mu Wuchen on the altar, and bowed with his hands.
His tone was light and normal, as if he was having a family conversation.
Mu Wuchen looked at him with sharp eyes: "Are you a descendant of Wanqi Chengjun?"
Wan Qiyou nodded, "The great ancestor of my Wanqi clan is Wan Qi Chengjun."
Mu Wuchen narrowed his eyes lightly, and suddenly, a cold light appeared in his eyes: "In the Xuantian Continent, the Immortal Saint Continent, you were the one who attacked me, Rou'er, and Yun'er, right?"
Wan Qiyou quickly denied it: "Lord Wuchen, you have wronged me. I have been cultivating in Tiansheng Mountain for these years, quietly waiting for the return of the deity. How dare I do such a disrespectful thing to the deity?
Besides, the divine power and status of our Wanqi clan are all given by you, the deity! We will never be able to do such an ungrateful thing!"
"Really?"
Mu Wuchen's lips curled into a sneer, obviously he didn't believe Wan Qiyou's words.
Over the years, he had secretly investigated and found a trace of evidence. However, at that time, the evidence was insufficient, coupled with his lack of strength, and his power was far less than that of Tiansheng Mountain, so he had been holding back and did not dare to attack Wan Qiyou, nor did he dare to attack Wan Qiyou.
Just because Tiansheng Mountain launched an attack doesn't mean that he didn't know it was Wan Qiyou.
At this moment, Wan Qiyou still wants to deny it in order to deceive himself, haha.
Mu Wuchen's figure suddenly disappeared from the place. When he appeared the next moment, he was in front of Wan Qiyou. He pinched Wan Qiyou's throat and looked into his eyes as deep as the sea.
There was a frightening cold light and murderous intent.
"Wan Qiyou, do you think I am a fool?"
There was no trace of fear on Wan Qiyou's face. He raised the corners of his lips in disdain, his eyes full of sarcasm, "I only regret that I didn't recognize that you were Lord Wuchen."
Otherwise, he will definitely try his best to kill Mu Wuchen at that time, and will never let Mu Wuchen grow up, and will never let Mu Wuchen have a chance to return! It’s a pity, there is no if.
Great opportunity missed.
If you want to touch him again in the future, it will be as difficult as going to heaven.
There was a look of pity in Wan Qiyou's eyes.
Mu Wuchen looked at him with cold eyes, pinched his fingers, and strangled Wan Qiyou to death in his hands. However, Wan Qiyou's contemptuous sneer sounded in the air: "You can't kill me."