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"It's time to train like this first."

"It really doesn't work...I'll let the empress go and inquire about the tone again."

The two largest soldiers in the empire whispered to each other and left the palace.

He expressed doubts about Qin Yun's wonderful training method, but he was also in awe. The worst thing was that he only dared to let the empress ask him.

It shows Qin Yun's majesty!

At this time, Qin Yun had already changed into the black black robe that Liu Rushi had sent him. He had long flowing hair, sword-shaped brows tucked into his temples, and his figure was extremely tall and straight, full of domineering aura.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Under the moonlight, Jin Yiwei accompanied, and the forbidden army cleared the way.

Qin Yun walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a serious face, like a three-foot god.

The whole team is also full of seriousness!

After returning for two days, it finally came to the most important event, the arraignment of the head of the Black Banner of the White Lotus Sect, Mo Dao.

After a while, the prison arrived.

Xu Changan, who defected from the White Lotus Sect, wiped off his cold sweat, trembling: "Your Majesty, can the villain not go in?"

Qin Yun stopped and said calmly, "Are you afraid?"

Xu Changan nodded embarrassingly: "The chief banner officer manages many people, and they are the real core people. They look down on us and say that our blood is not pure enough..."

"Once a member of the White Lotus Sect accidentally sat on the chair of the Chief Banner Officer of the White Banner. The Chief Banner Officer, including himself and the chair, was thrown directly into the cliff and said he was insulted."

"If Master Mo Dao knows that I am a defector from the White Lotus Sect, I..."

His face was pale, and a trace of fear could be seen in his pupils.

The bloodline is not pure enough?

Qin Yun frowned, and asked suspiciously: "The core members of the White Lotus Sect, what kind of bloodline, are they really badass? Could it be possible that they still have my royal bloodline?"

"It makes them look like gods!" He said angrily.

Embarrassed, Xu Changan lowered his head and did not speak.

"go!"

"What the hell, even if it is the blood of the Jade Emperor, I don't even care about it. When I get to the prison, I will be my ghost!"

"You're afraid of a bird. I'm here, and the sky won't fall."

Qin Yun stepped into the sky prison step by step. It was dark and damp, and he was forced back by the powerful aura.

Feng Lao and the others went in one after another.

A gust of wind blew in Xu Changan's ears, and with the cries of the prison, his scalp was numb, and he immediately chose to rush in, hiding behind Qin Yun.

After many turns and turns, he finally came to the brightly lit prison.

The candlelight flickered, dark and terrifying.

Whoa!

The sound of the iron chain sounded, and Mo Dao was dragged in, covered in blood.

His limbs, even his neck, were chained with steel bars.

"Your Majesty!"

The prison officer scolded him and stepped on his knee with his foot.

Unexpectedly, Mo Dao resisted with fierce eyes!

"Why did I kneel down!"

"He is your emperor, not Lao Tzu's emperor."

"Stop talking nonsense, kill me if you have the guts!"

The prison officer was furious!

The forbidden army scolded: "You bastard, how dare you use your tongue!"

"Break his knee!"

"Wait!" Qin Yun suddenly said, looking at Mo Dao lightly.

Chapter 733 The blood of the White Lotus Sect is noble?

"Yes!" Everyone backed away quickly.

He stood up and took two steps forward: "Modao, right?"

"Hearing your tone, you seem to have a lot of dissatisfaction with me. Was there ever a deep hatred between us, or between me and the White Lotus Sect?"

His eyes were calm, but with a dangerous look.

Mo Dao's spine felt cold, and he sighed secretly, the emperor has such a sensitive sense of touch!

long silence.

Qin Yun spoke again: "Don't talk, right?"

"Don't talk, do you think this matter can be turned over?"

Pop, pop!

He lightly slapped Mo Dao's face with his hands, not forcefully, but extremely insulting.

Immediately, Mo Dao's veins were exposed, and his face turned the color of a pig's liver.

"Dog thief!"

With a fierce flash of light, he rushed towards Qin Yun fiercely.

But he was firmly pressed to the ground by the imperial guards.

He struggled hard, his hair fell loose, and he raised his head and roared: "Bastard, dog emperor, you must die!"

"You dirty blood, dirty inheritance!"