Fighting starts from saving Yunyun

Chapter 296: Palace Master's Soul Extinct!
Just as everyone lifted up the wine in their bowls, Chen Mo's complexion suddenly changed, and his cold eyes stared directly at the center of the meeting hall when he drank it dry.

The space there suddenly distorted slowly, and a cold and terrifying atmosphere permeated out of it, and a voice that was so indifferent and without the slightest emotion resounded in the meeting hall.

"Tianyang Mansion, domineering is domineering, but this palace seems to know whether you have this life to enjoy."

"This hall?"

After the words fell, everyone in the conference hall was slightly shocked. This inexplicable breath was obviously the Hall of Souls, and in the Hall of Souls, the only ones who could call themselves the main hall were Hun Miesheng, who was in charge of the Tiangang Hall, and Hun Gang, the deputy lord who was in charge of the Earth Hall. .

This voice wasn't Hun Gang, it was Hun Miesheng, the master of the Soul Palace.

Under the gaze of everyone, a magnificent throne engraved with mysterious black lines slowly flew out of the distorted space, floating in front of everyone.

The throne turned around slowly. A man wearing a long black brocade robe, an aristocratic costume, and half a mask of ghosts and gods was sitting on the throne, with his legs crossed and a tall crystal wine glass in his hand. Half a glass of red liquid.

"Soul Death"

Han Yuan stared directly at the figure on the throne, his slightly hunched body leaned forward slightly, and the space around him was slightly turbulent at this moment, with majestic fighting spirit entrenched around.

Hua Hongyue, Qing Qianxia, ​​Xiongxiong Shuangsha and others also activated their battle qi and prepared for battle.

"The majestic Lord of the Soul Palace, since he has the guts to break into the Dan Tower, why didn't he have the guts to come here, but just used a phantom, could it be that he was timid?" The corner of Chen Mo's mouth curled into a sneer, before he came out At that moment, the system's notification sounded, it was a phantom of the late five-star fighting saint.

"Those who say that the hall is timid, Chen Mo, you are the first one over the years."

Hearing this, Hun Miesheng shook the crystal cup in his hand, and the red liquid in the cup swayed, then he raised his eyes to look at Chen Mo and said with a smile: "You are very strange, I think my soul halls are all over the Dou Qi Continent, but you actually I still can't find out your real origin, and even the patriarch has a little interest in you."

"Soul Clan Patriarch?!"

Everyone in the hall was shocked again. It was really stomping, and the mainland had to tremble. This kind of character has become interested in Chen Mo. Doesn't it mean that he has been paid attention by the soul clan?
Everyone became a little uneasy.

Yun Yun and other women gave Chen Mo a strange look. So far, even they don't know where Chen Mo came from.

"I didn't expect there to be something that your Soul Palace doesn't know about. It's really rare." Chen Mo's eyes were cold, and he said sharply: "Stop talking nonsense, let's directly explain your reason for coming."

"Young man, I just can't hold my breath." Hun Miesheng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then squeezed it gently, the wine glass shattered, and with a wave of his hand, the broken crystal glass chips condensed into a mirror in front of everyone .

The ripples in the mirror fluctuated, and a picture appeared. In the picture, it was a huge dark prison. In one of the prison cells, black chains spread down like spider webs, and each chain entangled a figure.

Looking at those figures, Chen Mo's complexion suddenly changed, and a majestic energy surged out. Everywhere he passed, chairs, wine pots, etc. were all turned into powder, and the murderous intent made the meeting hall The temperature dropped instantly.

"grandfather!"

"Grandpa!"

"Father!"

"Master."

Yun Yun, Nalan Yanran, Yao Ye, and Mu Qianqian behind Chen Mo screamed, their bodies trembling slightly.

Mu Qianqian looked at the haggard figure in the picture, and burst into tears instantly. Her father, Mu Yi, was not dead yet.

"Give the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade and Soul Cable to this hall, otherwise I only need to send back a thought, and today next year will be their memorial day."

Seeing the reactions of several people, Hun Miesheng sneered.

"Crench!"

Chen Mo's face was gloomy and terrifying, his fists were clenched, his face was bloodshot, his eyes were red, and a little black air seeped out from the corners of his eyes, like a wild beast that was about to lose its mind and was about to lose control all the time.

"Little Mo, calm down!" Chen Mo's mind was full of murderous intent, and when the hostility was about to erupt, a slightly cold, tender jade hand easily held his palm, and a anxious and worried voice came to Chen Mo'er middle.

It is Yun Yun.

Hearing Yun Yun's words, the killing intent in Chen Mo's heart gradually calmed down a little, and he regained some sense, and said with a smile, "Hand over the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, are you dreaming?"

"I'm afraid that if the ancient jade is handed over to you, they will only die faster."

When Hun Miesheng heard Chen Mo's words, he said coldly: "Since you can give up their lives for Gu Yu, what they have is your old father-in-law."

Hun Miesheng's tone was full of sarcasm and provocation.

Chen Mo said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want Tuoshe Gudiyu, just bring them to my side, otherwise don't even think about it."

"Jie Jie, your heart is really cruel. As Hun Gang said, these methods are useless to you." Seeing Chen Mo's appearance, Hun Miesheng dismissed this method, and immediately said:
"How about this, how about using these few people in this hall to exchange the Soul Cord and the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade in your hand?" Hun Miesheng said, and then said: "Don't say that these few lives of yours are not as good as the one in your hand. Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade."

Hun Mie Sheng continued to openly discord.

Chen Mo knew that no matter what, he would be fooled by him, so he smiled lightly, restored his previous calmness and said: "Yes, when you bring someone over, I will hand over the ancient jade to you."

"Then look forward to our next meeting." Hun Miesheng snapped his fingers, and the picture dissipated. At the same time, the space behind was distorted again.

The throne turned around and moved slowly. When it was about to enter the distorted space, the throne paused, Hun Miesheng tilted his head and smiled strangely: "You Huazong and Fenyangu people also want to join in this fun? Don't be afraid Zong destroyed people and died, but there is no whole body?"

"That depends on whether you are impatient?" Patriarch Huoyun, Qing Qianxia, ​​and Hua Hongyue looked at Hun Miesheng with cold eyes.

"I hope you can talk like this next time we meet."

Bang!
Before Hun Miesheng could finish his words, Chen Mo shook his palm slightly, and the space around the throne collapsed in an instant. The terrifying force directly swallowed the throne, together with Hun Miesheng on the throne.

"Noisy." Chen Mo let go of his clenched palms and said indifferently.

"It seems that our alliance today has been found out by the spies of the Soul Hall, otherwise Hun Miesheng would not show up at this time and try to frighten us." Seeing the gradually quiet hall, Han Yuan sank soundtrack.

(End of this chapter)