Dongling Cod and Sui Linggui looked up at the sky together, their eyes moving with the shadow.

The evil shadow is as evil as ink, like the soul of the evil ghost under the eighteenth floor of purgatory, and the color of ink is rippling and smudged in the water.

This shadow flew forward at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind afterimages visible to the naked eye in the moonlight.

The moment the sound of the wind broke out, an evil shadow appeared on the heads of the old tribes.

Taizu Yuying protected the heads of the elders of the three clans, and the evil shadow rushed down.

"Woo...hiss...woo..."

I want to scream but my voice is hard to make a weird sound.

The Lord of God's tongue was cut off by the Qinglian Guard with a sharp sword and could not speak.

The shadow rushed towards him, and without any hesitation, rushed down from Tianlinggai.

The internal organs, tendons, veins, bones, blood, flesh, and limbs are all occupied by evil shadows.

It was like a soul who had not returned home for many years and found a body that suited him. The Lord of God suddenly stopped screaming in pain, and his face was calm and unremitting.

Soon, the Lord of God swayed and made a sharp laugh.

His bloody face made people dare not look directly at him, and a terrible coldness arose in the hearts of the onlookers.

Suddenly, something terrifying and terrifying happened. A wisp of black smoke was emitted from the thousands of pores on the surface of the God Lord's body at a slow speed.

As the black smoke dissipated, the body of the God Lord gradually became deflated, and in the end only a layer of old skin was left to accumulate together.

The black smoke spreading from the pores of the Lord of God condensed into a ball in the air outside the body, and then became a shadow of evil.

The shadows ripples like ripples under the moon.

Qingge's eyes suddenly shrank, and the shadow reflected in his eyes smiled like a demon, with the two rows of teeth on the upper and lower sides being sharp and terrifying.

After the shadow left, the three clans let go of their hands protecting their heads, as if they remembered something. When they looked back, their gray eyes suddenly widened, and fear emerged.

There was no god in front of me, there was only a piece of folded and piled bark, and there was never even blood.

The old clan clan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and glared fiercely at the masked man sitting on the throne of a rattan chair.

The man was wearing a red robe, wearing a luxurious and cold mask, holding a glass of mellow wine in his hand.

Mo Xie sniffed a sip on the wine glass, closing his eyes and feeling the fragrance of the strong wine.

He is a wine lover and has been drinking all kinds of expensive wines since he can remember.

When I was young, my father said that a man, one must kill the enemy on the battlefield, two, one must not get drunk without a thousand cups, and three, one must be a beauty on the side of the pillow.

Mo Xie chuckled.

I have drunk too much wine over the years and I don’t feel addicted.

Now that I can't eat, I realize that the wine has been integrated into his life.

Since you can't drink a few drinks, Mo Xie will smell it whenever he gets addicted to alcohol. At that moment, he feels comfortable all over and the fireworks bloom in his mind. It's so joyful.

"Ghost King, you..."

"Why, I will kill someone, can you tell me?" Mo Xie's wrist slightly turned, the mouth of the cup tilted, and the wine fell all over the floor.

Dongling Cod was slightly surprised; why did he have a strange feeling? The Ghost King seemed to know that he could not kill people because of Taizu's hand order, so he came to take this action specially?

Mo Xie folded his legs and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "Mo Shu..."

"I am here." Lin Moshui took a step forward, bowed and nodded, and was respectful.

"This old guy said one more thing and then he would remove his bones." Mo Xie said lazily.

"Yes." Lin Moshui nodded and walked forward with Lin Zi Teng.

Lin Moshui raised his hands with both hands, and a pair of wolf brushes broke through the air and hung between his fingers.

The wolf's brush is displayed and the ink is poured out, which seems to turn into a wild beast, a fierce ghost, and kill people and kill people.

Looking at Lin Zi Teng again, when she smiled, she showed two cute tiger teeth, and her body was wrapped in endless length vines. The vines spread quietly, slender and thorny, as if they were already poisonous. At first glance, she was a harmless vine. When she looked at it, she realized that it was not a vine plant. It was just tens of millions of poisonous snakes, like phantoms, revealing poisonous snakes, and green

His eyes are always looking for prey, waiting for the moment of attack.

The Lin sisters followed Mo Xie, and the dark magic only advanced but did not retreat, and the speed was so fast that they jumped thousands of miles.

The elders of the three clans offended Donglingyu and others and would not speak for him.

Sui Linggui frowned and hesitated for a long time, but decided not to care about the lives and death of the three clans.

The old tribes looked at the black beast transformed into ink, and then looked at the vine purple snake. It seemed to feel suffocated, and I really didn't dare to say a word.

"The waste is really a coward." Mo Xie smiled coldly, and his eyes swept across the three clans' elders.

The three clans didn't dare to move, their whole body was tense, their eyes widened, and they swallowed violently.

He brought Taizu's handwriting to the Gods Heavenly Realm with the order of Taizu to show his power and ask for a position of deputy patriarch, but he never thought he was as embarrassed as a dog.

Mo Xie suddenly thought of something, stood up from the chair and looked at Qingge, helpless, as if he was a child who had done something wrong.

He was transformed into an evil without realizing it.

At that moment, Mo Xie felt that he was a real evil spirit.

Killing is addictive.

For evil people, the beauty of the world is nothing more than blood.

Mo Xie has already begun to enjoy the smell of blood in the air. Even if he tries his best to control himself, he will be unable to control himself.

If you think about it carefully, this life is really miserable, and only in the days of the Northern Moon Dynasty are free and beautiful.

He bravely entered Luohua City, got poisoned, and learned to relieve mental pain by self-harm on countless dark nights.

Walking on the Great Way of Reincarnation, going to the Gods' Heavenly Realm, losing your face, and accompanying the mask for the rest of your life, I don't know what the grains, food, wine and delicacies in the world are tasted.

Perhaps the only thing he still remembers is the girl from the four-star, which is sweet.

Mo Xie lowered his head and did not dare to look at Qingge's eyes.

Even though Qingge said countless times that people would not punish themselves for themselves, heaven and earth would be destroyed, Mo Xie could not understand that this girl was more enthusiastic than anyone else. One day she would become the emperor, and the people would live and work in peace and contentment, and there would be no disputes in the world.

And he will go against her and go to two extremes.

This feeling is so bad.

Mo Xie didn't like it and didn't want to do it, but he had to go on this path and go all the way to the end.

He didn't know what he would become in the future. He was not afraid of whether he was a demon, a demon or a ghost, but he was afraid that his parents and her were disappointed, and that the wine he brewed would no longer have the same taste as before.

The young ghost king stood in front of Qingge, without the arrogant arrogance he had just now, and was not like the king who was afraid of everyone.

He lowered his head and his eyebrows, and his hands were squinted under the sleeves of the robe, which showed his nervousness.

Qingge's eyes were bright, and he looked at Mo Xie in confusion and curiosity.

She sat on the chair, spreading her white and tender little hands, and her mind moved slightly. A stone on the ground was driven by the power of spirit and appeared in Qingge's palm.

Qingge smashed Mo Xie with a stone, landed on Mo Xie's shoulder, and then slid down.

Mo Xie suddenly looked at Qingge, with some expectations in his eyes.

"Sir Ghost King, come and have a drink?" Qingge turned around and sat down, holding the back of the chair with both hands, and looking at Mo Xie with a smile.

Mo Xie's eyes lit up, and then dimmed.

He can't drink anymore...

Qingge stood up from the chair, stretched his head, looked up at the bright moon hanging in the cold night.

"I have a friend." Qingge said.

Mo Xie listened with his ears and was extremely focused.

"The wine brewed is very delicious, I only drink the wine brewed by him."

Mo Xie's eyes moved slightly.

"Everyone will change. No matter what he chooses, I will support him. No matter what he becomes, it will not change the friendship of the past."

After saying that, Qingge lowered his hands: "Mr. Ghost King, the wine and food in Yeshen Palace have been arranged, can you taste it?"

Mo Xie looked at Qingge's side face and suddenly burst into laughter for a long time: "I dare not go if the empress invites me!"

Dongling Cod said weakly: "Can I... go?"

The goddess looked at Dongling Cod helplessly. Can my king not be as jealous as a child?

Sui Linggui sighed: "Wang, Qinglian has many business, and good wine and delicious food are always there, so there is no rush."

"Oh." Dongling Cod was like a nauseous eggplant, listless and looked like a little pitiful.

Mo Xie wrapped his hands around his chest. Even though his mask covered his face, he could still feel that he was arrogant and proud, and he almost went to Dongling Cod to provoke.

Xiao Yang, are you fighting with Xiao Ye for the second life? A stupid man, I don’t know what strength is.
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