Chapter 4825 Emperor Mingjue, close your eyes...rest in peace (please ask for a ticket)

"These are the dolls that I have worked so hard to make over the past 10,000 years. There must be some of them. You should be familiar with them."

Han Chujiu's eyes widened suddenly: "Lin Huai! Isn't Lin Huai dead a long time ago, and his soul is gone? Why... how could it be..."

Among the dozen or so woodcarving figures, Lin Huai was not the only one.

There are also several eminent monks in Dabei Temple who have long since passed away.

There are high-rank elders in the extreme domain and the nether domain.

There's even a Kagura-men's palm music.

The only thing in common is that each of them has surpassed Immortal Venerable in their cultivation.

Han Chujiu's heart sank little by little.

seeing is believing.

Originally listening to Mo Qingshan's words, he did not believe that something happened to his disciple.

But now I can see these immortal emperors who have been made into puppets.

He had a hunch that Xiaoyaomen was really bad luck.

"Mo Qingshan, you beast!!"

Old Yu endured the pain and raised his head. When he saw that one of the puppets turned out to be his long-dead friend, he was immediately furious, "You founded Jiyu, and the emperor is your son and nephew. These elders are loyal followers. Jiyu, the person who protects Jiyu, how can you make him a puppet! Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"

Mo Qingshan sneered, "As early as ten thousand years ago, I gave up being a person."

He slowly lifted the pen, his eyes fell on Luo Yunxiao and Di Mingjue, and he said solemnly, "I'm explaining all this to you, hoping that you will die clearly. But it's time to end everything."

"Only after I have completely ended you, can I personally kill the little Kagura musician and completely seal Qi Huang, so that he can no longer escape."

When he said the last sentence, Mo Qingshan's eyes flashed scarlet for some reason.

A strong evil spirit permeated all around.

But soon, he closed his eyes and his expression returned to normal.

The tip of the pen emits a faint golden light, and strokes fall on the scroll.

That's a "dead" word.

Luo Yunxiao raised his head suddenly, his blood-colored pupils looked at Di Mingjue not far away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Di Mingjue, promise me, guard Xiaoyaomen, guard Muyan!"

Di Mingjue moved faster than him.

Before Luo Yunxiao could finish his words, he suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Black flames burned on his body.

Everything around him began to twist and twist.

"Luo Yunxiao, this is what I want you to say!"

"Promise me, guard Muyan for me, guard the extreme realm!"

While speaking, Di Mingjue had already broken through the rules and restrictions of the Conferred God Order and rushed to Mo Qingshan.

Mo Qingshan showed a surprised look on his face, "The power of the law? What kind of power is this? Can it shake the decree of the gods?!"

Di Mingjue grabbed Mo Qingshan's neck and snapped it off.

The other hand directly pierced Mo Qingshan's heart.

The movements were so neat and tidy that no one had any time to react at all.

However, just when everyone in the extreme region wanted to cheer, they found that countless golden lights were wrapped around Di Mingjue's body.

Mo Qingshan's twisted neck made a kerala sound, and turned slowly, making a slightly hoarse and weak voice, "It's a pity... If you do it before Qihuang's body is weak, you may have It worked. But now... as my descendant, you've done well enough."

"But I plan for ten thousand years, and I will never allow any mistakes! Di Mingjue, close your eyes...rest in peace."