The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Yang Zhijiu, meet the Holy Lord!" Yang Zhijiu respectfully said.

"Well, with Yan Chuan's questioning!" Jing Zhao said indifferently.

"Yes!" Yang Zhijiu was nodded with a trace of incomprehension.

Yang Zhijiu looked at Yan Chuan slightly arrogantly, and then at Mo Yuxi, as if it was bound to be the same.

"Yang Zhijiu, where were you during the North Mo Temple murder?" Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

"I am in my own hall!" Yang Zhijiu said solemnly.

"Are you sure? You were not with Daojun Uori?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Yan Chuan, you care where I am. I am not at the scene at all in the North Mo Temple murder. Do you still want to plant a spoil? You chose the wrong person!" Yang Zhijiu disdainfully said.

Yan Chuan slightly smiled, don't care. Instead, he looked towards Gu Yue Holy Son and said: "Gu Yue Holy Son, I don’t know who you guessed the real murderer? But I want to tell you who the real murderer is, he is in our great hall. In."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Daojun Mao's mouth, pointing out himself? What Uri Daojun did was perfect, and he was even the biggest suffering lord. Without a little evidence, he was only in vain, and he would even be accused of playing the Holy Lord.

"The real murderer is him, Yang Zhijiu!" Yan Chuan pointed towards Yang Zhijiu abruptly.

Mao Daojun suddenly complexion changed and suddenly looked towards Yan Chuan in surprise. Yan Chuan accused Yang Zhijiu? How could this be?

The whole thing was planned by Lord Uri, but how did Yan Chuan accuse Yang Zhijiu?

Guyue Holy Son is also suddenly eyelids twitched, showing a surprise, but it is also a flash.

In the great hall, all true monarchs and Taoists are puzzled.

"You talk nonsense, Yan Chuan, you slander me, you frame me! I fight with you!" Yang Zhijiu suddenly became angry.

Although I knew the result, I didn't do it myself.

"impudent, in front of Jing Holy Lord, do you dare to mess around?" Yan Chuan stared.

"Yang Zhijiu, stop!" Gu Yue Holy Son also Shen Shouted.

"He slandered me, Yang Guyue, he slandered me, Dad, he slandered me!" Yang Zhijiu suddenly anxiously said.

"Slander? Haha, is it slander, I have evidence!" Yan Chuan suddenly said with a smile.

"Evidence?" Yang Zhijiu showed a surprised look.

Evidence? Isn't it perfect? How can there be evidence?

"What evidence?" Gu Yue Holy Son coldly said.

Because of Yan Chuan's previous run, Gu Yue Holy Son's previous insistence, there was a slight wave of vacillation.

"Yang Zhijiu, I ask you, when your father broke into the Beimo Temple, all but Mo Yuxi fell in a pool of blood. When did he die? He broke into the great hall. In an instant?" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"hmph, Yan Chuan, if you want to blame me, don’t think about it. At that time, not only my father, but also many true monarchs entered, the people in Beimo Temple have died for an hour. During this period, only Mo Yuxi is in the hall, no one else!" Yang Zhijiu shouted.

"An hour? Are you sure?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"At least one hour, everyone knows!" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

"This is the evidence, Gu Yue Holy Son, your seven younger siblings, among them the second and sixth, are Holy Son and Saintess, right?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Guyue Holy Son complexion sank. Suddenly thought of it! Yang Zhijiu reacted a little slower, but after thinking about it, he suddenly opened his mouth. Surprised.

Weak spot, the weak spot is out!

"Holy Son and Saintess have their own merits and phenomena. At the moment of their death, above the sea of ​​merit, their phenomena will collapse, and these two phenomena follow Daojun Mao. Behind the Faxiang, Daojun Mao should be able to immediately feel that the five vassal sect Sect Masters are too far away from their respective sects, and they don’t feel deeply about the internal strength of De Yunhai. However, Daojun Mao is here, but he It was an hour late before heading to the Beimo Temple? Why?" Yan Chuan suddenly shouted coldly.

Why?

Everyone is startled, yes, there is a time difference! Yang Zhijiu was taken a step back by Yan Chuan.

Guyue Holy Son frowned.

And Maori Daojun is complexion slightly changed, he wants to speak, but he can't speak at this moment.

"So, I just asked if you were with Dao Mao at that time, everyone knows, Dao Mao, the most favorite son is you, Yang Zhijiu! At that time, you must beg. Don’t say anything about Dao Mao, Dao Ma saw that some of his sons and daughters were dead, just to protect you, this was an hour later!" Yan Chuan shouted.

Mao Daojun browses frowned, and the five vassal sect masters on the side are also frowned, because this is completely nonsense by Yan Chuan. At that time Daojun Mao was with the five sect masters. How could it be Yang Zhijiu?

Everyone didn't believe what Yan Chuan said, but Jing Zhao was not allowed to speak and could only watch patiently.

"You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense, you are lying! I am not by my father's side, not at that time!" Yang Zhijiu 焦 was shouted.

"Is there, you know yourself, don't tell me, tell Gu Yue Holy Son, see him believing or not!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

Gu Yue Holy Son brows slightly wrinkle, but for Yan Chuan's words, only a little doubt, Gu Yue Holy Son believes in Daojun Mao.

"Guyue Holy Son, I know you suspect, what good does this do to Yang Zhijiu? Why does Yang Zhijiu do this? Why don't I doubt Maori Daojun, let me tell you, because Yang Zhijiu Want to force Mo Yuxi to marry, he came to Mo Yuxi to propose marriage, you should know? I think Yang Zhijiu must have begged the Maori Daoist, but Maori Daoist did not agree at all, so Yang Zhijiu wanted to go to war. In danger, I wanted to sacrifice seven elder brothers to persecute Mo Yuxi, and also forced Maori Daojun to push the boat along the water, because if Maori Daojun promised, it should not be difficult to make this happen. After all, Mo Yuxi is just Saintess, you should Know the energy of the Daoist! They probably didn't tell you the truth!" Yan Chuan lightly said with a smile.

"Huh?" Gu Yue Holy Son gasped abruptly.

Father wants to marry Yang Zhijiu and Mo Yuxi, Gu Yue Holy Son knows, but there is no need to be so tragic, as long as father asks the Holy Lord and gets the promise, it will do right away. But now?

Is it true that Yang Zhijiu did it himself?

The suspicion in Gu Yue Holy Son's heart suddenly increased a lot. But to overthrow the perception of at first, it is far from enough.

Yan Chuan also understands that there is still a long way to go, so he is still weaving a lie, a lie that makes the truth surface.

"You lied, Yan Chuan, it was Mo Yuxi who killed them. It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!" Yang Zhijiu said anxiously.

"Is it related to you? Do you know in your heart? Otherwise, how do you explain the evidence just now? Don't worry, Yang Zhijiu. How many true monarchs are watching here, how can I wrong you? And, I have control It’s not just that. It’s useless to quibble after me one after another.” Yan Chuan shouted.

"You take it, you take it!" Yang Zhijiu said anxiously.

At this moment, Daojun Mao's face is gloomy. Is there any evidence? So possible? That weak spot with time difference has already surprised Mr. Uri, why is there still? Isn't this perfect?

PS: 4000 words, so it's late!