The crematorium of the beautiful empresses chasing their husbands

Dongfang Jin!

It's all because of this bastard!

Dongfang Qinglian's stunningly beautiful face was twisted by anger.

"Qinglian, don't be impulsive. This Mo Lin is not a good person. He killed my father. He is the enemy of our Four Saints Sect." Dongfang Jin, whose neck was pinched, said intermittently.

"Hehe, your father? He was planning to capture us and draw blood, and then be killed by Brother Mo, right?" Dongfang Qinglian laughed coldly, and her anger had reached the extreme.

"Hehe, hahahaha, so you actually knew it, you just know it now." Dongfang Jin's face changed, no longer begging for mercy, but mocking.

He knew that he should not survive.

"You regret it, hahahaha, those negative rumors about this guy were also spread by me. He killed my father, I just want to avenge him and let him be hated by his beloved sister!" Dongfang Jin said with a mocking face.

"You!"

"Hehe, cough, cough... It's ridiculous. You are just protected too well by him. The bad guys in this world will not write that they are bad guys on their faces. Haha."

Zhu Ling'er was a little dazed... She remembered that Mo Lin had said this too. The arrow shot many years ago hit her heart now.

She was disgusted by Mo Lin's suspicion at first, but now she knows that without Mo Lin, they would have died more than twice.

"Now you are acting like you are avenging him. What have you been doing before? You are dead, but you are pretending to be like this for whom? You don't believe him because of rumors, and you are still acting like this after you forced him to death."

"Hahahaha, kill me quickly. It's not a loss to see you in this embarrassing state before I die."

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Dongfang Qinglian was about to use force to blow him into a pool of blood mist.

"Wait, Sister Qinglian." Zhu Ling'er suddenly dodged and stopped her.

She smiled, and her smile made Dongfang Jin uneasy.

Dongfang Qinglian's direct anger was just to give him a quick death, but Zhu Ling'er's look made him feel a little flustered.

"You are right. The four of us are worse than animals. Brother Mo might as well raise four bitches than us." Zhu Ling'er said with a smile.

"Thank you for speaking for him, but you should be punished for insulting his body."

"This is the burning spirit fire. It burns slowly, but it lasts longer. It is usually used when interrogating prisoners. The highest record is that someone persisted for ten minutes before confessing."

A ball of red-pink spirit fire appeared in Zhu Ling'er's hand, flashing with a strange light.

She gently threw the spirit fire on Dongfang Jin, and then pointed her finger to freeze Dongfang Jin in mid-air.

"I will let it burn little by little, burn you for three days and three nights first, and then heal your injuries, and then continue. Let me see how long it will take for your spirit to collapse into an idiot." Zhu Ling'er smiled and said something creepy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The moment the burning spirit fire burned Dongfang Jin, the intense pain made him wail in pain.

"If you have the guts, just kill me!"

Looking at Dongfang Jin who was wailing in pain, Zhu Ling'er smiled a little sickly, and her face flushed a little.

It's not enough, not enough at all, right... Brother Mo, wait until I kill those people, those who said bad things about you, those who hurt you... Then I will find you.

No, Zhu Ling'er woke up suddenly.

... I want to go first... I want to revive you first, yes, revive Brother Mo, and the rest will be discussed after Brother Mo is resurrected...

Zhu Ling'er suddenly cried again. She knelt beside Mo Lin's body and stroked his face foolishly.

"You said you can revive Brother Mo, is that true?" Leng Youshuang was a little sober at this time, staring at Zhu Ling'er with star-shaped pupils.

"Well, let's take Brother Mo back to the Shenjing Hall first." Zhu Ling'er stopped crying, her face returned to calm, and no expression could be seen.

...

Putting Mo Lin's body gently on the stone platform, Zhu Ling'er's aura changed, and she, who was originally delicate and charming, became a little fairy-like.

"In a while, you will feel the artifacts in your body like me. They are now integrated with us. We will use all our strength to activate them, with me as the leader, and implement the method of rebirth from the ashes for Brother Mo." Zhu Ling'er closed her eyes, felt the breath of the Suzaku feathers, and slowly activated them.

Mo Lin was not a member of her Suzaku clan. She didn't know whether this secret method would work for Mo Lin, but she had to try it, even if she lost all her cultivation or even died.

Dongfang Qinglian, Bai Zhirou, and Leng Youshuang activated the artifacts in their bodies without hesitation. Before, they didn't know that part of their talents came from the artifacts. Now that they know, they feel it carefully.Then the power from the artifact can be driven.

The aura of the four emperors enveloped the entire Qinglong family, making it suffocating. The powerful energy of the four colors wrapped Mo Lin's body. The four colors transformed into each other, and most of them turned into reddish pink and sank into Mo Lin's body.

But the energy that sank into Mo Lin's body was like a stone sinking into the sea, and Mo Lin showed no sign of waking up.

"Failed..." Bai Zhirou said. She actually didn't have any hope and was the easiest to accept.

She was ready to go with Mo Lin.

Everything she had was given by Brother Mo. All this cultivation and status, added together, could not compare to Brother Mo calling her Rou'er.

I miss him so much... I really want to say sorry to him in front of him.

"No!" Dongfang Qinglian no longer looked like a big sister at this time. She had just imagined that Mo Lin would open his eyes and gently call her Lian'er... But the cruel reality shattered her beautiful dream.

She was the last person to have fantasies, but at this moment, she wanted this false fantasy to come true.

"You lied to me, Sister Ling'er! Brother Mo... still hasn't woken up." Leng Youshuang collapsed. The change from hope to despair caused her spirit to be hit again.

She laughed foolishly again, as if she hugged Brother Mo in the void. Brother Mo called her Xiao Shuang'er and rubbed her little head affectionately.

Zhu Ling'er was silent. This magic that could only be performed by the Emperor Realm with a divine weapon still failed to save Mo Lin. It seemed that it only worked on the disciples of the Suzaku clan, and...

They were late. Mo Lin had passed away for more than two hours.

This magic seemed to be effective only within two hours.

...

Zhu Ling'er had no expression on her face. That was it. Anyway, it was just a try. After she dealt with those guys who slandered you, she would go to Brother Mo and apologize to him.

Zhu Ling'er looked at the other three sisters. She was thinking whether to take them all with her.

But at this moment, something strange happened.