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There was movement in the sound transmission stone.

The familiar voice finally spread into Ye An's divine consciousness.

"Ye An?"

Mu Qingxue asked.

Ye An was stunned for a moment, and said, "Your Royal Highness, you are finally willing to speak."

He doesn't know what the noise of the sound transmission stone is all about at this moment, can it be said that there is no signal? Outrageous.

Fortunately, Mu Qingxue finally made her voice.

Just listen to Mu Qingxue anxiously: "Ye An, where are you and your majesty now?"

Ye An responded: "Ji Family Courtyard...Well, it can't be called a courtyard anymore. Now it is the former site of the Ji Family, in ruins, what's wrong?"

Mu Qingxue asked, "Ruins?"

Ye An bluntly said: "It's a long story, maybe you don't believe it very much. Just now, the Lord of the Sifang Temple took the lead in rebelling."

Mu Qingxue was silent for a while, and said, "No, I believe it."

"...?"

Ye An was taken aback for a moment.

At this time, in the underground altar outside the quiet sea.

Mu Qingxue held the sound transmission stone in her hand, and a middle-aged figure stood beside her.

If outsiders were to see the appearance of the middle-aged figure, they would surely be shocked, flee, and head straight to the nearest temple.

There is no other reason, the middle-aged man...

He was the son of Mu Qingfeng, who spearheaded the rebellion twenty years ago, and also Mu Qingxue's father.

He died, but he didn't die completely, his spirit and consciousness were retained in the world, using the refined puppet container as his body.

"Ye An, are you... from the New Moon Cult?"

Mu Qingxue was silent for a while, then asked suddenly.

Although her father, Mu Qingfeng, shook his head stiffly from the side, indicating that he was not, she still couldn't help but want to ask.

"what?"

Sure enough, a voice of astonishment came from the other end, and Ye An immediately said: "You are evil? What nonsense."

Mu Qingxue was taken aback for a moment.

She raised her head and looked at each other with Mu Qingfeng, who was familiar but unfamiliar next to her.

After a while, she breathed a long sigh of relief and said slowly: "If this is the case, then, rest assured."

"Ye An, I also have some situations on my side. I need to wait until I return to Zhongzhou to explain to you and your majesty."

"But now you have to remember and pay attention to these two people."

The voice gradually became solemn and serious.

Ye An asked: "Who?"

Mu Qingxue said: "Yue'er, the maid next to your Majesty, and the former empress Qi Yuexi."

"What?"

"The two of them..., it's very likely--"

Just as Mu Qingxue explained.

Suddenly, countless bronze coffins all around shook their ears.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The outermost coffin cover belonging to the Ji family was pushed aside by weird and invisible force, and immediately hit the ground heavily.

Such a violent sound immediately alarmed the three of them.

Mu Qingxue and Mu Qingfeng both looked around and saw thin and pale hands stretched out from the coffin.

"Oops……!"

Mu Qingfeng suddenly became hurried.

Mu Qingxue stepped back subconsciously and said, "This is—"

Mu Qingfeng said anxiously: "They...In this situation, at least half of the Ji family should have been annihilated, and now their divine consciousness has returned to their spare body."

"The aura of living beings is a great tonic for them, you go quickly, don't let them discover it!"

More and more bronze coffins made violent noises.

Mu Qingxue still asked: "Father, then you..."

"Do not bother me."

Mu Qingfeng roared: "Go!"

When the voice fell, his figure moved.

The person in the coffin who had slowly awakened at the outermost periphery was pressed back by him.

boom!

Mu Qingfeng raised the lid of the coffin and closed it abruptly, delaying for some time.

But that is useless after all, and more and more people are recovering.

Mu Qingxue watched the visions around her, bit her red lips tightly, and then she moved, too late to care about anything, too late to say goodbye, and ran away.

Ye An's greeting came from the sound transmission stone.

In this short period of time, she could not respond to Ye An temporarily, only to find a safe place.

And that safe place must at least leave the quiet sea and return to the shoreline.

There was turbulence behind him, and more and more bronze coffins made abnormal noises. It was only then that she understood that the reason why the scroll on the coffin didn't have the date on it was because... in fact, the date on it was dead.

...

Yue'er's eyes were full of incredible.

The heavy holy spear pierced her heart straight through. Even if a person's body is tough, if his heart is pierced, he will still die.

The shot came so suddenly that Yue'er completely forgot the severe physical pain.

"Your Majesty, why...?"

Her lips trembled, her tone was weak, and her lovely eyes were filled with tears.

In contrast, the bright golden eyes of the Empress of the Temple were indifferent and calm and terrifying.

Qi Xi said softly: "You have done a lot, and you should really take a good rest."

Yue'er slowly raised her head, her eyes trembled, "So--"

"Your Majesty, do you want me to die? It's just for this reason..."

Qi Xi was silent, but the indifferent golden eyes stared at her quietly, as if watching the other party's performance.

"If the slave servant did something wrong, he would be willing to be punished by his majesty, even if he died. But why, why...?"

Yue'er's eyes trembled, and she was full of doubts, incomprehension, and resentment.

"Could it be said that your majesty suspects that the servants are the people of the Palace Master of the Square, and the servants have a rebellious heart...?"

The holy spear pierced through the heart, pressed heavily and dying.

But Yue'er still tried her best to defend, and asked in her last breath, "The slave and maidservant have been with you for thousands of years, not to mention the credit, but also the hard work, but why—"

She used a lot of ‘why’ again and again, and there were many puzzles and doubts in her heart.

After trying his best to drag the North Temple Master for a long time, he finally rested before he was ready to recover his strength.

Without even thinking about it, the holy spear cast by the **** penetrated his body.

Yue'er knows the power of the holy spear, and the person killed by it is equivalent to being wiped out by heaven. As time goes by, that person will gradually be forgotten by the world.

There are very few people who can die under this holy gun~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

"Enough said."

However, only these short and indifferent words responded to Yue'er's many ‘why’.

Qi Xi looked at Yue'er calmly, and his expression didn't show much turbulence from beginning to end.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "The play... is too fake."

"..."

Yue'er bit her lip tightly, even bit her skin, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

"I have been loyal to your majesty for thousands of years, is it just acting in your majesty's eyes?"

"You really are what the world calls a tyrant..."

Qi Xi smiled softly and said, "Are you a tyrant? That's not bad."

"But Yue'er, I still want to remind you that the acting is too fake, but you are deeply intoxicated by it."

Yue'er was in a daze, "...?"

Qi Xi said indifferently: "Haven't you even noticed it yourself? Your wound has no blood at all. Did you forget to prepare in advance?"

Yue'er was silent for a moment, and slowly lowered her head.

The eyes stared at his chest that was pierced by the holy spear.

blood……

There is indeed no blood flow out.