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Chapter 40
Luo Xuanming raised his eyebrows, took the storage bag and turned towards the casino.

However, he not only bet 1000 million, but also added several times more spiritual stones before leaving, with a confident smile on his face.

At this time, all Meng Qinghe could think about was the scene he saw in the Divine Mirror. The person who killed his parents used the Jingyun Sword.

If so...

……

Back at Luo House, Meng Qinghe was a little upset. After careful consideration, he took out a golden bell jar from the space.

The size of a finger looks very worn, with some cracks on it. This is a magic weapon left over from ancient times, and its strength cannot be underestimated.

She got up and was about to walk to Meng's house when she saw Luo Xuanming walking from outside with a bowl of porridge in both hands.

"Sister, this is the Qibao vegetarian porridge that I made by myself. It nourishes the stomach and calms the mind." He carefully placed it on the table and said softly: "Would you like to try it? How does it taste?"

Look at this virtuous man.

Facing his nervous and expectant eyes, Meng Qinghe was silent for a moment before continuing: "I have to go out now. Let's eat when I come back."

Hearing this, the smile on Luo Xuanming's face paused slightly, "Sister, are you going to deliver something? I'll just help you make the trip."

Seeing that he was so active, Meng Qinghe handed the things over without hesitation, "This golden bell cover will be delivered to the Meng family for me. As for these holy-level talismans, please deliver them to Wen Yuhuai."

It just so happened that my parents and master had given them to me.

She is not partial...

Luo Xuanming took it and clicked his tongue: "They have only been practicing with their sister in Wanzhang Lingyuan for half a month, and they can get such care, how come I..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Qinghe interrupted him with a speechless expression: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"...Oh." Luo Xuanming curled his lips, and just as he turned around with something in hand, he was stopped again.

Seeing her action of taking out the things, Luo Xuanming was immediately filled with a sense of crisis and subconsciously frowned: "Sister, which young master are you giving something to again?"

Is this the boy named Mona?
Well, it seems he can't stay.

"Here you go, young master." Meng Qinghe glanced at him with indifferent eyes, took out an exquisite wooden box from the space and handed it over.

Seeing that Luo Xuanming was stunned, she quickly looked away to prevent him from seeing the discomfort on her face, and explained: "We agreed that I will give you a gift when I come back."

The depressed expression on Luo Xuanming's face suddenly cleared up. He happily took it and opened it quickly, hearing her clear voice in his ears.

"This is the Moon Red Spirit Fruit. What you get in the secret realm can help you improve your cultivation."

Luo Xuanming didn't know what to say for a moment. His fingers holding the box were slightly hard, and his joints turned white. His eyes were full of restraint: "Thank you, sister."

After Luo Xuanming left, Meng Qinghe turned around and sat back on the chair, eating the familiar taste of Qibao vegetarian porridge, his eyes filled with mist for no reason.

After eating quickly, she stepped into the space.

In the sad wooden house, most of the spirit stones had disappeared from the spiritual realm. When he saw the owner coming in, his face suddenly became even more sad.

The spiritual stone is not guaranteed!
On the other hand, when I looked into the God's Mirror, I saw Meng Qinghe coming over and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Meng Qinghe, who was walking quickly, glanced at him and said calmly: "Go on, I want to see who killed my parents, so feel free to use the spirit stone."

"With your words, I feel relieved." Peeping God Mirror smiled and said confidently: "Don't worry, I will help you find the truth right now!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it rushed into the wooden house. The spirit realm was too late to stop it, so it turned to look at its master with a grimace.

"There will be more." Meng Qinghe softened his heart and comforted softly.

"Well, I understand..."

No matter how sad you are in the spiritual realm, there is nothing you can do. After all, the Sky-Peeping Mirror can allow its owner to see the truth before rebirth. No wonder it is not as good as humans.As the Divine Mirror absorbed more and more spiritual energy, Meng Qinghe's surroundings began to gradually change, and scenes from his past life quickly flashed before his eyes.

The final one is accurate and stops at the day before the Meng family was brutally exterminated.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed.

The Meng family was tightly surrounded by a group of people in the center, and there were many magical beasts hovering in the sky. The black sea was so depressing that it was almost breathless.

"Hand over the blood-devouring beads, otherwise..."

"Don't frame me. When did the Meng family get the blood-devouring bead?" The mature-looking Meng Yunhe stood on the highest attic of the Meng family, holding a spear, and swept towards everyone with an indifferent expression.

"I just want to take a bite of the Meng family's fat meat. Why make excuses? If you are not afraid of death, just come!"

The old man floating opposite sneered: "Okay, okay! The Meng family leader is really brave, and he still refuses to admit it until now!"

"We competed with demons, monsters and witches for the blood-devouring bead. We lost countless people in the process, but you picked it up without any effort. If we don't hand it over today, we will never give up!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was instantly angered.

"Hand over the blood-devouring beads!!!"

"Kill him and take back the blood-devouring bead!!"

As time passed, a group of cultivators gradually lost their patience and took out their magical weapons to attack without mercy.

Meng Qinghe could see clearly the bloody battle.

I also saw Uncle Master, Mo Huachuan, mixed in the crowd.

He put on a mask, held the Jingyun Sword and attacked Meng Yunhe from behind, and immediately surrounded him with several powerful men with advanced cultivation levels.

Not long after, Ji Shirou was the first to be crushed by someone's palm, while Meng Yunhe also fell to the ground without a sound.

The elders of the Meng family and many disciples and guards resisted desperately, but in the end they could not escape the hands of those greedy people.

Until later, that group of people searched the entire Meng family and searched the bodies, but they could not find the blood-devouring beads they wanted.

"The Meng family really doesn't have a blood-devouring bead!"

"Then didn't we blame him wrongly?"

"It's a mistake. Now that the Meng family is dead, can you still bring him back to life so that we can apologize to him?"

"That's right, who told him not to explain before? It's not our fault."

"That's right, it doesn't matter if you don't have the Blood-devouring Pearl. Even if there is, we can't get it. But if we can get so many treasures, it's not a loss."

A group of practitioners stepped across the blood-stained floor, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

When they passed by the mountains of guards, one of the practitioners stopped and looked at the little baby who was being protected.

"This little girl seems to be still alive."

As soon as he said this, the others followed his gaze and found that the protected Meng Qinghe had his eyes closed tightly and was lying on the ground breathing weakly, as if he would not live long.

They all looked away and said nonchalantly: "What does it matter to the dying person?"

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally raised his feet and left, muttering to himself: "You look like you are less than five years old. It's so pitiful to have no father or mother..."

Just as they were gradually leaving the Meng family, a white figure rushed over and killed the people without saying a word.

Wen Yuhuai turned around and ran quickly into Meng's house, shouting with a trembling voice: "Meng Yunhe?!"

(End of this chapter)