Chapter 459 Brother Chen, I can only help you so much

Mo Yehan was under great pressure at this time, and even his blood was boiling. His eyes were slightly widened, and his breathing became much more rapid, and he no longer had that arrogant demeanor.

Facing the Mahayana Venerable, the genius of Lianxu cannot make any trouble!

He remained silent, and the little girl and the red lion did not take action.

If the truth is told now, they will be implicated. Chen Xun has no background and no one can protect him.

As for the real purpose of staying here, it is to deal with these people, and destroying the scene is only one of the purposes.

He could delay it as long as he could. As for other things, he was really powerless because they involved too much.

Buzz —

There was another loud noise in the distance, and a woman in green with long hair flying came through the air.

Her eyes were electric, her expression sharp, and her movements revealed a sense of confidence and majesty.

"Old Jiaolong, how dare you touch the Taoism of my Dongxuan Taoist Academy?!" The woman was fierce and powerful, as if she had already received the message and had been heading here.

"Master!"

"It's none of your business, shut up."

The woman glanced at the excited Mo Yehan and scolded him directly, "I have lived so many years in vain, to be scolded by this old dragon."

Mo Yehan bowed his head after being drunk. He no longer had any demeanor. It seemed that he had had a huge shadow on this woman when he was a child.

"Human race, Yuxuan...when did I scold him?!"

Lord Jiao's voice sounded like thunder, and his momentum was somewhat suppressed by the woman. "You have been so unreasonable for so many years. I wonder what you mean by returning to the Mengmu Sea?"

"You old dragon can come back, but I can't come back?!"

Yuxuan raised her head slightly, as if she was going to fight, "Then what's the point of coming back?"

It seemed like there were only these two figures left in this world, and everyone was silent about them.

Especially Ji Guang, standing there with his head bowed and his hands folded, the cold sweat was pouring out drop by drop and could not evaporate at all.

The two people's words were not talking at all, but a competition in terms of momentum. However, they were the ones who were affected.

Ji Guang felt miserable because Mo Yehan had messed with him and everything was going wrong!

"My lineage worked for the Xuanwei Immortal Palace, but they were all killed by the gangsters, and your disciple was the only one on the scene."

Lord Jiao's huge body floated in the air, and his voice was quite steady when he spoke, "This matter is not a vendetta or dispute, it involves the majesty of Xuanwei Immortal Palace."

"What a mouthful and a great cause, Mo Yehan!"

"The disciple is here."

"Did you do this?!"

"Reporting to Master was not done by my disciples, nor did I participate in it."

"Trash." Yuxuan frowned slightly, seeming quite dissatisfied, "You didn't do that, and you asked me to come here?! Are you still in a hurry?!"

Mo Yehan was dumbfounded and could hardly hold the ancient war spear in his hand: "..."

Venerable Jiao also looked quite unhappy and did not want to waste time here.

With Yuxuan here, it seems that nothing can be found out, so they should go back and investigate on their own, hoping that they will not be caught by the Immortal Palace first.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the sky, and a group of dragons were about to leave, but were stopped by a sword light.

Yuxuan raised her eyebrows: "Old Jiaolong, did I let you go?!"

"What do you mean?" Lord Jiao was not angry, but the dragons around him looked furious.

The Eight Meridian Dragons are a ferocious and greedy race, as can be seen from the news coming out of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Array.

Wherever there is profit, you can see the figure of the Eight Meridians Dragon Clan!

Especially if the Immortal Palace takes action, it is definitely to be a pioneer and to support the majesty of the Immortal Palace.

Even if the opponent is the Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Lord, there is no doubt that with this level of mission status, they will definitely roar at the strong man.

Just as Yuxuan was about to speak, vitality surged around her, and a space passage suddenly opened. At this time, a golden ancient chariot slowly drove out of the space passage.

As long as you look at it from a distance, you won't be able to clearly see the appearance of the chariot. On the contrary, as long as you take a look at it, an ink character will be condensed in your heart!

It seemed that what came out of the space passage was not a chariot, but a word, an ancient clan of immortal cultivators.

An old man with a beard as white as silver is sitting on the chariot. His eyes are piercing, like an ancient mountain peak. It is as motionless as a mountain, but it contains vast and boundless magic power that people cannot ignore.

"I've met Lord Mo!"

"I've met Lord Mo!"

…

All the people in the Xuanfeng Immortal Palace moved their hands in the other direction, the horror in their eyes became more and more intense, and the cold sweat became more and more intense, what... what is this? !

The corners of Ji Guang's mouth twitched, and it really opened his eyes. This is the real gap between ordinary monks and geniuses. The backgrounds come one after another.

Ordinary monks want to become a genius, step on the Chaos Immortal Spirit List, and have big dreams in the Spring and Autumn Period. At least it is impossible in this world of immortal cultivation.

Venerable Mo, Venerable Jiao, and Yuxuan stand in the three directions of the sky, each with a calmer expression than the other, all suppressed by this old man. Rumor has it that he has entered the middle stage of the Mahayana!

The old man smiled slightly and looked at Master Jiao: "Fellow Taoist, he is indeed not involved in this matter, and the death of your clan has nothing to do with him. Why not, for the sake of this old man, how about we end this matter?"

"Yes, Old Jiaolong, this matter was ordered by the Xuanwei Immortal Palace. Do you think you can't go beyond it? The Immortal Palace will give you an explanation!"

Yuxuan's eyes also became serious, and her voice was quite cold, "This matter ends here. After all, the home base of the Eight-veined Dragon Clan is still in the Mengmu Sea Area. Don't mess up the relationship between our families."

Lord Jiao smiled, being amused by this shameless Yuxuan. Their family had nothing to do with each other, but now they have something to do with it.

It looked at the old man of the Mo family and nodded heavily: "I will wait for the Immortal Palace to give an explanation to my clan on this matter. You don't have to put pressure on me. I can naturally see the situation clearly."

As soon as it finished speaking, it led a group of dragons and left towards the sky.

This time there was no one to stop him. The communication between the Mahayana Venerables was too simple. He could understand each other’s meaning with just one word or look.

They are all a group of old monsters, so don’t be petty in front of anyone.

The only reason is to let this lineage withdraw from the encirclement and suppression alone, let the Immortal Palace decide on its own, and give the people Mo Yehan wants to protect more chances.

Mo Yehan dared to stay here alone because his purpose was too simple.

In particular, these two people also understood it and directly put pressure on it, but the real reason for it to give up was not this.

But Xuanwei Immortal Palace will definitely give it a satisfactory explanation, but it cannot directly avenge them in this matter. The warnings of these two people are too serious.

Ji Guang and his party were still a little confused, and the arrival of these Mahayana venerables brought their thoughts to a standstill.

However, this matter can only be reported truthfully, and they cannot participate in it anymore.

Immediately, the people from Xuanfeng Immortal Palace also waved goodbye to these two people, not daring to stay here for a moment longer.

The two of them just briefly glanced at the departing figures, and then directly looked down, on Mo Yehan!

Mo Yehan trembled all over, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He was being watched by two Mahayana venerables. He didn't know whether he should be grateful or afraid.

"Mo Yehan."

"Ancestor."

"Since you want to protect this person, we won't do any more questioning. This is the only way we can help you."

The old man's face was calm and calm, and he understood Mo Yehan's thoughts thoroughly, "Don't get involved in this matter anymore. Everything will be decided by the Immortal Palace. You are not qualified to speak yet."

Yuxuan also nodded lightly: "What Fellow Daoist Mo said is right, but this matter is not the case."

Mo Yehan solemnly handed over his hands: "Yes, thank you ancestor and master for your rescue."

The two looked at each other and nodded, neither wanting to stay here any longer.

Mo Yehan also followed and left directly with them, and all traces here have been erased.

But Mo Yehan frowned slightly and said to himself: "Brother Chen, I can only help you this far."

He slowly looked in a certain direction, but only paused briefly before continuing to follow the two elders away.