Mo Yunqing never expected that Su Luo would kill her directly without saying anything.
When she fell, her face was still full of disbelief.
Su Luo watched her fall to the ground, shook her head, and sighed: "You said you were going to file a complaint in front of others. How could you not die?"
Su Luo withdrew the Shadow Bearing Sword.
The moment it was withdrawn, the Chengying Sword was covered in blood, but in the blink of an eye, all the blood was absorbed by the Chengying Sword, and the sword was as bright as a clear spring.
And Su Luo could clearly feel Cheng Yingjian's cheerful mood.
It turned out that Chengying Sword would become so excited after drinking blood. This was something Su Luo did not expect at first.
Suddenly, Su Luo felt a strong coercion coming towards her. Her heart moved and she secretly said something bad.
If what she expected was correct, this powerful coercion must have been pursued by Ancestor Mo. Thinking of this possibility, how could Su Luo dare to stop? She summoned her spiritual power, formed a seal in her hand, and quickly whispered: "
Teleport!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Luo's figure flashed on the spot and disappeared.
The moment Su Luo just disappeared, a powerful figure appeared next to Mo Yunqing.
Su Luo's prediction was correct, this person was the ancestor of the Mohist family who had lost his mind.
Ancestor Mo stared blankly at the place where Su Luo disappeared, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he slowly walked over step by step. He turned a blind eye to his most beloved granddaughter lying on the ground. To be more precise, he turned a blind eye.
, in his eyes, Mo Yunqing was just a piece of wood at this time.
Old Man Mo finally stood at the spot where Su Luo disappeared, his expression lost in thought, as if there was something that he couldn't figure out.
Behind Old Mo, two figures soon appeared.
The Great Elder and Mo Zixu.
When Mo Zixu saw Mo Yunqing lying on the ground, he suddenly felt bad. He took two quick steps and rushed up, half-kneeling on the ground, and picked up Mo Yunqing: "Yunqing? Yunqing, what's wrong with you?
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Wasn't she locked in a closed room? Why was she lying here stiffly?
Looking at this precious daughter whose chest was stained with blood, Mo Zixu's heart ached to the extreme, and his eyes became moist.
"Yun Qing! How could Yun Qing..." The elder was shocked when he saw the motionless Mo Yunqing. He was much calmer than Mo Zixu.
The elder saw that Mo Yunqing was not feeling well, so he stretched out his fingers to feel her breath...
"There is still a little breath." The great elder didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
"Save her quickly! Save her!" Mo Zixu grabbed the elder's sleeve and roared angrily.
This was his daughter, Mo Zixu, whom he had doted on for sixteen years. How could he allow her to die? How could he allow the white-haired man to send the black-haired man away?
The First Elder glanced at Mo Zixu silently, and sighed quietly: "Don't have extravagant hopes. Her heart was completely pierced, and all her internal organs were shattered into powder. It is already extremely difficult to bring her back to her light for a short while.
How could he be saved?"
When Mo Zixu heard this desperate news, a look of despair suddenly appeared on his face. Did his Yun Qing, his precious daughter, die in vain?
"No! Even if I can only look back for a while! I must know who killed my precious daughter!" The look on Mo Zixu's face was ferocious and terrifying, with murderous intent and clenched fists!