Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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When Yan Ping returned to the mansion, his own ghost servant stepped forward to remove his cape for him, and the charming ghost princess waited on the left and right, and presented spirit tea and spirit fruit.

"Go down!"

Rubbing his temples, he waved his hand impatiently:

"I want to be quiet."

"Yes."

The ghost servants and ghost princesses bowed and retreated in sequence.

For a while, in the huge room, apart from him, there were only two ghosts standing silently and silently, and there was nothing else.

Holding up the spirit tea, Yan Ping spoke slowly:

"What is the Palace Master busy with recently?"

"The negotiation between the deputy hall master Qin and King Zhao was very difficult. The hall master had already rushed over the day before yesterday, so he should have met with King Zhao in person." Yi Gui replied:

"Furthermore, there seems to be progress in the Holy Maiden's practice."

"Really?" Yan Ping's eyes lit up:

"Can the saint be visited?"

"Sent a post, but didn't reply." Ghost Shadow shook his head:

"I'm afraid it won't work."

"Unfortunately!" Yan Ping sighed.

The Holy Maiden is not very famous now, but she will be half the owner of the ancestral temple in the future, and it is a good time to cling to when there is no one around.

When the young dragons are not raised, they are familiar with their faces, which will benefit the future a lot.

However, the place where the Holy Maiden was personally taken care of by the hall master, and it was a critical time for cultivation, even he did not dare to interfere.

"Lord."

At this time, the voice of a ghost servant came from outside the house:

"The horse-faced ghost king asks to see you."

"Oh!" Yan Ping raised his eyes, nodded and said:

"Let him in."

Yin Luo smiled lightly:

"The time has come."

Not long after, a tall and thin ghost walked into the house, and bowed his hands to Yan Ping, who was above the head:

"Ma Chengwei, I have seen General Yan."

Yan Ping gestured, "Brother Ma, you're welcome, please take a seat."

"General." Ma Chengwei didn't sit, slowly raised his head, and said in a low voice:

"Those clansmen of Ma..."

"Ok."

Hearing this, Yan Ping's expression sank, and he coughed lightly:

"Brother Ma, after being tortured by the prison ghosts, those clansmen below you are not honest, they have done a lot of wrong things behind their backs."

"what!"

Ma Chengwei's expression changed, and he said in a hurry:

"General, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding in this. Ma is very strict. Even if there are a few of them, it will not be as bad as the others."

"Not necessarily." Yan Ping shook his head:

"As far as I know, your children and grandchildren colluded and rebelled in private, and even had connections with the ghosts on King Zhao's side."

"General Mingcha!" Ma Chengwei knelt down on one knee, his face full of anger:

"In Ma's family, there has never been any connection with rebellion. As for King Zhao... they are just idle ghosts that my juniors know."

"It's not about friendship, let alone private contacts!"

"What?" Yan Ping's voice sank:

"Brother Ma thinks that Yan has wronged them?"

"This..." Ma Chengwei's expression froze:

"Don't dare to go down."

"Don't dare?" Yan Ping snorted coldly:

"Is that really what you think? It seems that Yan has neglected to discipline the ghosts below. They should be strictly investigated later."

"No, no." Ma Chengwei waved his hand hastily, his face pale:

"Ma never thought so. General Yan acted fairly. As we all know, maybe... Ma didn't know much about his descendants."

"Well." Yan Ping then slowed down and nodded:

"That's how it looks."

"It's not really a big deal."

He rested his chin in his hand and said slowly:

"It's all optional, but if you investigate it carefully, the palace master may not let go, which makes it difficult for Yan to handle it."

"..." Ma Chengwei's eyes flickered:

"What is the general's order, but please be blunt, Ma has accumulated a lot of things over the years, and he is willing to take out all of them to support the great cause of the hall master."

"What did you say?" Yan Ping rolled his eyes:

"Is the palace master that kind of ghost?"

"but…"

He lowered his head and his voice sank:

"There is just one thing that requires Brother Ma's help. After the completion of the matter, the descendants of the Ma family will definitely be released. Yan will never break his promise!"

Hearing this, Ma Chengwei's heart was beating wildly, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

However, his own blood is under the control of the other party, and he is unable to resist. He can only grit his teeth and ask:

"General, please speak."

In my heart, I was already preparing for a big hemorrhage.

Actually.

In recent years, the situation of Lu Wangfu has changed greatly. Wang Huang has entered the Lu Wangjing realm.

Among them, many dissatisfactions were indeed collected, but more innocent people were implicated.

But who can escape the catastrophe, which one did not pay the price?

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

Yan Ping said in a muffled voice:

"Quan Zhen Dao Mo Qiu helped the lord, but he also killed the concubine innocently and indiscriminately. It's simply lawless. It's a pity that he doesn't say much because of his bad face."

"The hall master knows the mind of the prince, and it is even more impossible to let go of the tens of millions of living people and Yangshi in the Xuanyou Cave of Shangqing, so..."

"The surnamed Mo must be taken!"

"What?" Ma Chengwei's face changed wildly:

"Deal with Dao Master Mo?"

"What?" Yan Ping raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Brother Ma is afraid?"

"General Yan." Ma Chengwei smiled bitterly:

"Then don't ask for Chu Xiong and Luojun Heiye, the sons of King Zhao of the middle-level ghost king who killed him, and killed more than a hundred high-level dragons with the help of others."

"A few years ago, I broke into the palace alone and killed Taifei Yun in front of all the ghosts, and even forced all the ghosts to dare not do it."

"Ma..."

"It's really powerless!"

Although he is also a middle-level ghost king, Dingtian is almost the same as Luojun Heiye. In fact, he is not as strong as Luojun Heiye.

How is Moqiu's opponent?

"Don't worry." Yan Ping's expression was indifferent:

"In these days, I have seen Mo with the surname. His strength is good, but at most it is comparable to you and me, except for the secret treasure."

"As long as he doesn't have the opportunity to cast the secret treasure and imprison him, he can easily take it."

"This…"

"It's the strength of fellow Daoists."

Ma Chengwei's ghost body is extremely special. It is said that it has been passed down to a certain priest in ancient times. Under certain circumstances, even the masters of the late ghost king can be imprisoned for a while.

With intention versus unintentional, and with less winning more, the odds of winning are indeed not small.

Seeing Ma Chengwei pondering and frowning, Yan Ping spoke directly:

"In a few days, I will arrange for Mo with the surname to meet with you. When the time comes, look at me and take him down together."

"rest assured!"

"In addition to you and me, Yan has also found several other ghost kings, and let him..."

He was complacent and confident. Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, and he felt more like he was aware of something.

wrong!

As soon as his eyes opened, Yan Ping suddenly shouted angrily:

"Be careful!"

Roaring like thunder, it exploded in the air.

Layers of shock waves visible to the naked eye instantly shattered the seats in the arena, and the surrounding walls also turned into powder, but stopped abruptly.

Just like an invisible barrier, I do not know when to cover this place and imprison one side.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

There seemed to be thousands of people roaring and roaring in their ears. The terrifying murderous intent made the void freeze, and the two ghost generals were directly eroded by the killing intent. Only a dead silence remained.

"Crash..."

Before they started, just killing intent struck, and the two ghost generals collapsed like rotten trees.

Yan Ping's eyes throbbed, his heart froze, his body suddenly turned, and countless streams of light as fine as a gossamer stabbed towards the back somewhere.

"Peng!"

Killing intent, sword light, and giant force poured in, Yan Ping's body shook, and black blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood was still in the air, but it was eroded by the killing intent, and it turned into ice crystals and froze in the air.

Time seemed to stand still on the spot.

Countless snowflake-shaped ice crystals quietly emerged in the air, a layer of frost appeared on the surface of the ghost body, and countless auras disintegrated.

In the stagnant time and space, Yan Ping's ghost body trembled violently, suddenly breaking through the murderous intent that enveloped all directions, and swooped at the outer door.

He even shouted in his mouth:

"Mo Qiu, you dare to attack me, aren't you afraid of the palace master's punishment?"

A black shadow appeared in the field, it was Mo Qiu, whose eyes were dark and his face was cold, like a death god, his body was full of killing intent.

He didn't say a word, took a slight step, and appeared behind Yan Ping.

The hundred swords trembled slightly, and a smear of darkness enveloped the square.

Ten directions kill the world!

In a world filled with dead silence, coldness, and chill, everything is almost still.

Yan Ping's eyes twitched, the yin energy in his body was running fast, and under the suppression of the killing world of the ten directions, the mysterious lights could still surge vigorously.

On strength.

This master from the ancestral temple is stronger than Luojun Heiye.

At least.

In terms of secret methods, Hei Ye is far from being able to compare with it.

Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged, UU reading www.uukanshu.com raised his left hand lightly.

In the darkness, a golden light appeared quietly.

"Amitabha!"

The golden light is outlined in the sky, and in a flash, it becomes a compassionate Buddha statue.

"The **** is not empty, and I swear not to become a Buddha."

Accompanied by the sound of chanting like a bronze bell, the Buddha statue waved lightly with one hand, and the sword light flashed away.

Ksitigarbha Primordial Sword!

Mo Qiu also waved his hand at the right time, and the hundred swords bucked the trend.

The Ksitigarbha Primordial Sword in the seventh pass, the sword is merciful and distant, as if it is on the horizon and in front of you, and it is golden and white in color.

The ten-direction killing world in the fifth level, the sword is chilling, cold, dead, and the color is as black as ink, like a black hole that devours everything.

The two sword lights staggered in the air and collided in front of Yan Ping.

"Peng!"

The knife light shattered, and a black spot appeared out of thin air.

at the same time.

Mo Qiu, Yan Ping, and Ma Chengwei had warning signs at the same time, and Yan Ping was even more frightened and even desperate.

He opened his mouth.

No…

Before the sound came out, the black spot had already wrapped all his place, silently, and a middle-level master of the ghost king disappeared.

"Gollum..."

Ma Chengwei's throat rolled, and the movement of pinching the magic formula with one hand also froze in place. Seeing Mo Qiu turn to the side, the ghost body couldn't help but tremble.

The Yin Qi in the body also seems to be out of control.

"Mo... Mo Daozhu."

If he could, he was afraid that his face was covered in cold sweat, so he forced the corners of his mouth, showing embarrassment, and said in a low voice intermittently:

"I don't see anything, I don't know anything."

"Brother Ma, don't be nervous." Mo Qiu's eyes flashed, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly dissipated, and a look of fatigue appeared on his face:

"No matter what, Brother Ma can't stay here, what's your plan next?"