The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"No matter what, we already know the result and the process!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"But, there is no evidence, no one believes me!" Mo Yuxi said bitterly.

"Where is the corpse?" Yan Chuan asked.

"All were taken away!" Mr. Wenruo also said with a bitter smile.

Yan Chuan breathes deeply, as Mo Yuxi guessed, what Dao Mao did is so perfect! There is no weak spot to follow!

"For the murder of Holy Son and Saintess, Yuxi Saintess may be cut off from his position on the basis of this charge, derogating from the holy land of the holy land, and going out of the holy land of the holy land, and will face interception from all sides, more than just Those five vassal sects, even the former enemy of Saintess father, will seek revenge on Yuxi Saintess. Besides, will the Daoist Maori let Yuxi Saintess be spared?" Mr. Wenruo explained.

"I have a token left by my father, Holy Lord can keep me safe!" Mo Yuxi said.

"oh?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

Next, Mo Yuxi repeated what father said before his death.

"No, Jing Zhao, since he doesn't care about your father's life or death, how could he care about your life or death? Otherwise, with the token back then, your father wouldn't necessarily be dead?" Yan Chuan questioned.

"I believe in father!" Mo Yuxi said affirmatively.

Next, Mo Yuxi took out a golden token and handed it to Yan Chuan!

On top of the token, there is only one word Wu'.

The token does not have Origin Qi fluctuation or Formation. It should only be a token of a symbolic nature.

But with this token, can Jing Zhao take care of Mo Yuxi? Back then, Mo Yuxi father, why not use it to protect himself?

Yan Chuan is lost in thought!

As the three of them were meditating, a voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"Get out of the way, Wenruo, I know Mo Yuxi is with you, let me in!" A mad voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Yang Zhijiu?" Yan Chuan expression changed, suddenly remembered.

The three people in the hall looked at each other, Yan Chuan nodded.

Wenruo walked out of the great hall, and soon Wenruo let Yang Zhijiu into the great hall!

As soon as Yang Zhijiu entered the great hall, he saw Yan Chuan.

"It's you? Do you dare to come to my holy land?" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

Yan Chuan faintly smiled and said: "I'm here to see Mr. Wenruo! Why not dare?"

Look for Mr. Wenruo? Suddenly, Yang Zhijiu's expression relaxed a lot.

In turn, Yang Zhijiu looked towards Mo Yuxi.

"Yu Xi!" Yang Zhijiu suddenly said softly.

"Don't call me Yuxi, I can't stand it!" Mo Yuxi said coldly.

"What can't you afford? Are you doing it for Beimodian? Don't worry, I have already discussed with father. As long as you are willing to marry me, father will help you to suppress everything. Down!" Yang Zhijiu said with a smile.

"Oh? Daojun Mao has his seven children dead, can he just ignore it?" Mo Yuxi expression changed.

On the side, Mr. Yan Chuan and Mr. Wenruo are watching Yang Zhijiu's expression to judge the case.

"Of course, they are them, I am me, and you don’t know, my father listens to me, if seven of them die, they will die. Here is the bride price, I’m all ready, As long as you agree, you will have no worries. You will still show up to Holy Land Saintess, no one dared to move you!" Yang Zhijiu flipped his hand and took out a box of dowry gifts.

Looking at Yang Zhijiu's confident attitude, Yan Chuan believed in Mo Yuxi's speculation even more.

"hmph, this is the bureau set by the Uri Dao Monarch? Why do you want to target me? Even more at killing your own flesh and blood?" Mo Yuxi angrily scolded.