Fuck you

"Tianjun, although Mingyuegui is the son of the ghost emperor, his mother is from the Baize god clan. As a god, he doesn't want to make progress. He disobeys the teacher's wishes and secretly practices evil techniques. He takes over the ghost emperor without authorization. Later, he even instigated ghosts to harm innocent people, disrespected his elder brother above, disregarded his younger brothers below, and even injured the three thousand heavenly soldiers of our heavenly clan.

His expression was indifferent, his voice was low and cold, and the last eight words were more like eight pieces of ice spit out from his mouth, which were cold and hard and smashed to the ground.

Shao Shang sneered secretly, the man in white's face turned white and then blue.

Mingyue Gui's emotions, whether it's nervousness or anticipation, swelled into astonishment and anger following the crimes he listed, and said in her heart: "Good job, Xinghe!"

A hostile air suddenly appeared between his brows, and the soul nail piercing through the bone marrow trembled, trembling, as if about to get out of his body.

The faces of the gods who got close turned green with fright, and they backed away regardless of their appearance.

The scene became chaotic for a while.

Mingyue Gui squinted her eyes and glanced at this group of immortal friends who were once friends, close friends, or allies. The admiration, envy, and gentleness she was familiar with all turned into unspeakable fear and hatred.

He just dragged the blushing Heavenly Soldiers forward a few steps, the iron chain between his feet and hands jingled, and blood dripped all over the floor.

Tianjun couldn't care less about listening carefully to what this kneeling disciple of Lingbao Tianzun was talking about. He glanced to the side, and Shaoshang hurriedly waved a white light, which pierced through the sky with great momentum, piercing through the bright moon and returning to the center of his eyebrows among.

It actually used [-]% of the immortal power.

Ming Yuegui's entire face was distorted, and his whole body began to tremble. He seemed to be about to pass out from the pain, but he still stood stubbornly, looking stubbornly at Lord Youyang who was kneeling on the ground and making him worse, and roared: "Xinghe, you and I Is that really the case?!"

Xinghe's back froze slightly.

Then Shao Shang said angrily: "What are you still doing, why don't you take it down!"

After giving up all the effort to feed the god of plague, the gods in the temple came back to life from the dead body, their faces full of joy after the catastrophe.

Tianjun slowly released his curled fingers, looked at Xinghe who was still kneeling on the ground, and said warmly: "Youyang Lord, if you have anything to say, stand up and talk."

Xinghe's face seemed to be much paler, he didn't move, and continued: "Mingyue is guilty of a heinous crime, and should be punished in Zhuxiantai."

All the immortals took a breath of air.

The man in white who was silent for a long time blurted out in disbelief: "Youyang Lord?!"

Where is Zhuxian Terrace, it doesn't matter whether you are a god or a fairy, jumping off it will be the result of being lost.

Although Mingyuegui committed such evil things, Tianjun has punished him to expel his immortality forever, lock his body and soul in Xiantai for thousands of years, and suffer ninety-nine and 81 thunderstorms.

Mingyuegui was the only one who was lucky enough to receive such severe punishment for tens of millions of years, and it was because of the face of his master Qinghua Dijun—but if it can make him lose his soul, think about it, it would be even better.

All the gods had different expressions, all of them remained silent, waiting for Tianjun to agree.

Sure enough, Tianjun seemed to have made a difficult decision, stroked his beard and reluctantly agreed: "Since Lord Youyang said so, then follow what Youyang Lord said. But the ninety-nine 81 Dao Lei The punishment has been reported to the Heavenly Punishment Department and cannot be waived."

At this moment, Shaoshang suddenly took a step aside: "Ming Ronglan, what are you doing?"

The man in white standing next to Shaoshang is none other than Ming Ronglan, Bai Ze's new emperor, and at the same time, Ming Yuegui's cousin.

He didn't know when he knelt down, staring at the flowing cloud made of silver thread on the snow-white cuff with a complicated expression, and said: "It's because Rong Lan didn't discipline well, and such villains should be punished severely... ...But, jumping to Zhuxiantai is too heavy, Wang Tianjun thinks twice."

Xinghe suddenly turned his face to look at him, and then looked at Tianjun on the throne. His eyes met, he slowly put his forehead on the ground, and said word by word: "Mingyuegui was taught by Lingbao Tianzun, it is also considered a My half junior brother, he made a big mistake, senior brother should be punished on his behalf."

He paused: "Xinghe is willing to take ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder punishments for Mingyue, as a warning."

Everyone stayed.

Tianjun's majestic and solemn treasure finally cracked a little panicked slit, his eyes swept across the hall, and the expressions of the immortals were even more exaggerated than his.

He regained Tianjun's airs, and when he was about to dissuade him, Xinghe said again: "This is also the meaning of Master and Emperor Qinghua, Xinghe dare not be rebellious."

Not to mention Lingbao Tianzun, even if Emperor Qinghua smashed it down, Tianjun could only be pressed into a pit in the shape of a human being.

In the end, he was defeated. As long as someone is carrying the pot, to be honest, it doesn't matter who will suffer the thunder. Anyway, when the kid hits Zhuxiantai, he will be strangled to death, so why bother him? Nosy - it's just a pity for this good seedling.

After weighing it for a long time, I had to sigh: "So, just follow what Lord Youyang said."

The muscles on Shaoshang's entire face were twitching, he didn't even care about Ming Ronglan who got up and dragged him, he wanted to speak several times, but seeing Tianjun's expression, he restrained himself.

"Xinghe goes to receive the punishment." Xinghe kowtowed, and coldly finished the last sentence, which seemed to be the sentence he wanted to say the most, "This matter is over, Mingyuegui has no grievances with the Celestial Clan."

All the immortals looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why: all their souls were scattered, and the grievances and grievances were naturally wiped out, so what is the explanation of Lord Youyang's words?

After Xinghe finished speaking, he stood up and walked out without waiting for the immortals to respond.

All the gods in the temple were already dumbfounded, they didn't expect such an ending, they waited for Xinghe to disappear before they slowly came to their senses, whispering among themselves.

Tianjun rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, signaling for everyone to leave.

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Mingyuegui was escorted directly to Zhuxian Terrace.

The heavenly soldiers who escorted him stood guard below, not daring to take another step forward.

There is an enchantment on Zhuxian Terrace, even if Mingyue Gui stands on it alone, there is no need to worry, besides, there are so many soul nails nailed into his body.

Ming Yuegui glanced at the dark clouds churning around, slowly lowered her head, and looked down with difficulty at the dark vortex where gangster energy, hostile energy, and evil energy flashed into a ball at her feet.

The world under the Zhuxian Terrace seems to have gathered all the evil spirits of the three realms. Occasionally, there will be a few thunderclaps piercing the clouds and splitting the sun. People standing in it are as small as a grain of sand, and anyone will be shattered.

The strong wind blowing towards Mingyue Gui's face drew a small bloody mouth, and the place where the soul needle was nailed between the eyebrows suddenly started to bleed wildly, as if being pulled by something, a line of blood gushed out.

At this moment, countless scenes of the past flashed through his eyes, turning into countless cold nightmares that he woke up from in the cold night, causing his entire back to bend.

Mingyuegui closed her eyes, shutting all the fragility and confusion behind her eyes.

He asked himself: "Mingyue is coming back, Mingyue is going back, everyone betrayed their relatives and died a bad ending, are you happy? Satisfied? But what about the result? Is it so hopeless that even Xinghe has to be trampled on?"

After being silent for a while, when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly smiled: "Alright."

Mingyue Guiji carefully smoothed out the folds of her robe, which was covered in blood.

Carefully rolling up his cuffs, he could vaguely see the blossoming clouds embroidered on the snow-white jacket inside.Carefully touching the blood-stained moire with her fingers, she straightened her messy front, and even gently covered the bleeding hole between her eyebrows with her hands.

As if he was about to attend some very important banquet, his expression was extremely cold and solemn.

"The mind and soul are all destroyed... It's okay, I can save myself from chopping those 81 thunderbolts."

Mingyuegui's eyes were red, she laughed at herself for a moment, and jumped into the vortex.

The past and the past, the entanglement of love and hate, just like this... wiped out.