Gu Rongzha came back to his senses before he could come out of shock.
He was stunned, staring at Mo Xie standing in front of the gilded table with slightly wide eyes.
Mo Xie sighed in disappointment, "King Xiang has feelings, but the goddess has no intention."
Mo Xie turned around and walked down.
Looking at the feast, besides Qingge's Double Dragon Golden Throne, Wang Qinghong's position is the most noble.
Soon, Mo Xie walked to Wang Qinghong, smiled and looked at Wang Qinghong with a cold look, "Young Master, I want this position."
Without any kindness, nor would it be provocative. It seemed that it would take its course and its lofty attitude completely angered Wang Qinghong.
Although Wang Qinghong was afraid of the evil king who appeared out of thin air, he disagreed more.
"It's better to be careful, this person is more weird." Nan Xueluo reminded.
Wang Qinghong snorted lightly, and his soul transmitted a voice: "What kind of evil king in the Northern Spirit Realm is just exaggerated. Can it really turn the world?"
Wang Qinghong put down the wine glass in his hand, wrapped his hands around his chest, leaned back, and tilted slightly along with the chair. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xie with a smile and said, "Evil King, sorry, this position is mine."
However, Wang Qinghong's words had just finished speaking, and with a loud bang, Wang Qinghong on the chair disappeared. A deep pit was rolling in dust and smoke not far away. Wang Qinghong struggled and moved his limbs, and his head was deeply trapped in the rolling yellow sand of the desert.
Mo Xie bounced the gray on the red robe and said in confusion: "How come children nowadays can't understand human words?"
Mo Xie wiped the table and chairs, then slowly sat down, crossed his legs, picked up the wine glass, and rubbed the pattern of the cup with his fingertips. As he slowly rubbed his heart, everyone seemed to have already reached their throats.
Wang Qinghong struggled for a long time before pulling his head out of the pile of soil. His hair was stuck to the yellow sand and spread out. He was so embarrassed, but he didn't see the style of the Wang family's young master.
Wang Qinghong clenched his fists with both hands, his eyes were whirling fire, and his teeth were gritting.
Wang Qinghong was extremely angry and raised his hand and ordered, "I am the eldest son of the royal palace. Even if you are the king of the Northern Spirit Realm, don't lose your composure. It's not your turn to cover this heavenly realm. Masters of the Illusion Spirit, please teach me a lesson for me!"
As Wang Qinghong raised his arms and shouted, the powerful people in the Phantom Spirit Realm who followed Wang Qinghong, stepped on the ground, pulled out their weapons, flew across the sky, and headed straight for Mo Xie.
Mo Xie turned his head slightly, and a cold and cold light flowed in his eyes.
He is like a mountain standing on the earth, and has never been shaken for thousands of years.
Facing the joint attack of ten phantom spirit powerful men, Mo Xie did not even frown.
Wang Qinghong bit his teeth and hated him to the bone. He narrowed his sinister eyes and stared at Mo Xie hatefully, "I don't know what it means, this time I will tell you to be dead and not alive!"
"You underestimate him." Nan Xueluo shook his head and said quietly.
Wang Qinghong always disagreed, "Grandmaster Nan, I know your concerns, but the ten elite phantom spirit powerhouses in my royal family are definitely not vegetarians."
Nan Xueluo stopped talking, silent, but just let out a soft sneer.
The world, the wind blows.
The strong wind swept through the rolling yellow sand.
There are many lights and shadows above the desert.
The murderous aura surges!
Ten powerful people in the Phantom Spirit Realm rushed towards Mo Xie from all directions, cutting off all the life paths that Mo Xie could escape.
When the dozen weapons they had joined forces were about to penetrate Mo Xie's body through countless blood holes, Mo Xie raised his head, three thousand black hairs flew in the wind, and the light reflected by the golden mask was very dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it.
The eyes embedded in the mask are monsters, evil and slanderous, like fallen demons.
In an instant, Mo Xie raised his hand, and a jade bone fan, and ten broken tips shot out.
A piercing the throat!
All the powerful phantom spirits stopped before they could approach Mo Xie's body.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
They fell to the ground one after another, and a blood line suddenly appeared on their necks.
Blood kept gushing out.
Ten powerful phantom spirits became ten corpses in a blink of an eye.
Mo Xie opened the fan and the ten spikes hidden deep in the corpse turned back and hid in the jade bone fan.
Mo Xie shook the Jade Bone Fan, and gusts of wind rose under the fan.
Under the white moon and above the desert, the prince Evil King is in a peerless style.
The golden mask is a symbol of his unrepentance.
That red robe was his king's flame flag.
Mo Xie stepped forward on the corpse, raised his eyes slightly and landed on Wang Qinghong, who was shocked and unable to speak not far away.
Walking in front of Wang Qinghong, Mo Xie closed the jade bone fan and used the fan to lift Wang Qinghong's jaw, forcing Wang Qinghong to look at him.
Mo Xie turned his head slightly, and the evil and evil spirit that was so terrifying that people were very scared.
"Your Majesty, is this king so unbearable in your eyes? Do you dare to use these wastes to deal with me?" Mo Xie asked in confusion, as if he didn't understand why Wang Qinghong was doing it.
Suddenly, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes and kicked Wang Qinghong in the face.
This kick kicked Wang Qinghong more than ten meters away, smashing more than a dozen tables and chairs one after another.
When Wang Qinghong was about to get up from the ruins, a red shadow swept over, and Mo Xie grabbed Wang Qinghong's hair and lifted it up.
Mo Xie sneered, "What's the point of being a Wang family? Is the top wealthy family in the Tiandi so declining? What's so disappointing?"
Lin Moshui glanced at Mo Xie, and his eyes flashed slightly.
She knew very well that Mo Xie did this to lure the anger of the royal palace to the Beiling realm.
In this way, I won’t pay attention to Ye Qingge anymore, and I can be said to have a good intention.
Mo Xie wants to kill him!
Wang Qinghong's body trembled and frightened like a sieve. His face was so pale that it was scary, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.
The man in front of him is a lunatic.
As the legend says, moodiness, turmoil, and sunny weather, killing people and doing things depends entirely on your mood.
Obviously, Wang Qinghong angered him.
Lin Moshui closed his eyes.
Mo Xieruo killed the eldest son of the royal palace, and the royal palace was furious and would not care about a little Ye Qingge again.
How could Qingge not know such thoughts?
Qingge put down the wine glass and wanted to stop it.
Lin Moshui suddenly rushed to Qingge's side, put his white and tender hands on Qingge's shoulders, and held Qingge, "Miss Ye, please believe me, the king."
Qingge turned his eyes and looked at Lin Moshui faintly. Lin Moshui smiled, "I heard that Miss Ye is extremely brave and stands up to the sky and the earth is comparable to a man. I have heard of it for a long time. When I saw it today, it is really not a false news, it is really a pleasing."
Qingge pursed her lips and nodded.
"Miss Ye, I'm not polite when I met for the first time. My name is Lin Moshui." Lin Moshui said with a bright smile.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Lin Moshui coldly, just like a wild beast lying dormant and alert.
On the other side, Wang Qinghong widened his eyes in horror.
This man is crazy.
Chapter completed!