Chapter 1315： substitute

The misty saint suddenly changed his face slightly.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The Holy Master smiled strangely, "Misso, I have to say, you are really calm! With my son in my hands, you can still be calm and calm! - I thought you could continue to calm down. Well, in the end, I tried it out; you still care about this son!"

"Humph!" The ethereal saint snorted coldly and said nothing.

"Misso, let them stop quickly!" The Holy Master threatened.

"Father!" Mo Qun became anxious when he heard that the Holy Master killed him; he shouted in fright, "Father, save me! Father!"

The misty saint looked at Mo Qun, his expression was still cold, and he could not see much concern and concern. It was as if the life and death of this son had little to do with him.

Suddenly, the misty saint asked: "Mo Qun, I ask you one thing, you tell the truth!"

"Father..." Mo Qun was panicked, anxious, and speechless—it's time to ask me one more thing; if you want to ask, it's not too late to ask me first!

The misty saint ignored Mo Qun's anxiety, and continued to transmit his voice indifferently: "I ask you, did you get all the treasures of the Huangquan saint?"

When Mo Qun heard this, he almost wanted to vomit blood—are you still my father? At such a critical moment, you don't care about me, but care about the treasure?

"No!" Mo Qun said, "I only got a piece of paper that said 'all treasures'!"

"Tell the truth!" The misty saint looked solemn.

"I really don't have it..." Mo Qun was so anxious that he wanted to cry - he really didn't find any treasure! How come no one believes him!

"Alas..." The misty saint shook his head and sighed, "Mo Qun, I'm very disappointed in you!"

"Disappointed?" Mo Qun was startled.

The misty sage said coldly: "I just asked the sage of Huangquan, and he clearly said that he has already handed over all the treasures to you; and you are still lying to me! - Originally, I wanted to pay some price to save you out. ; Now, it seems, let's forget it!"

Then, the misty saint looked at the holy master again and sneered: "I said holy master, if... you, the tens of thousands of rulers, all die here; your strength will definitely weaken a lot, right?"

In fact, the strength of the Holy Master has fallen to a small realm!

"What do you mean!?" The Holy Master was stunned and shouted, "Piao Miao, don't you even want a son!?"

"Son?" The misty saint suddenly smiled strangely and said, "At least... in your opinion, he is my son!"

"Huh?" This time, it was the Holy Master's turn to change his face suddenly, "Misso, what do you mean..."

"Haha!" The ethereal sage laughed, "I do have a son, which is not bad! However, my real son, I hide it very well and never let others know; this Mo Qun is just a substitute for me. That's it! - It's just that no one knows!"

Some of the Divine Realm powers will indeed raise a fake child; and, hide the real flesh and blood - this is naturally to protect the safety of their own children. After all, in God's Domain, all kinds of means are hard to guard against; the safest way is to not let anyone know where their real children are hidden.

For example, the misty saint does this.

"What!?" The Holy Master was shocked.

"What!?" Mo Qun was even more stunned - I'm not biological?

"However..." The Misty Saint said again, "Mo Qun, you are really... disappointing me more and more!"

In fact, the misty saint has long disliked Mo Qun, this useless waste, but Mo Qun has been unaware of it.

"Of course, disappointment is disappointment, and I am still willing to give you some opportunities!" The Misty Saint continued, "It's just... You obviously got all the treasures of the Yellow Spring Saint, but even I have to deceive me, which has touched me. The bottom line is over! So... Mo Qun, the fate between me and your father and son is over!"

The implication of the ethereal saint is that your life and death have nothing to do with me!

"I..." Mo Qun was suddenly stunned - all this happened so suddenly, he was so shocked that he couldn't accept the fact.

"Uh..." Xu Ming was also dumbfounded, "This is too..."

No one would have thought that Mo Qun was just the adopted son of the misty sage; moreover, the misty sage had already disliked him!

"This unfortunate child..." Xu Ming couldn't help but feel sympathy.

To be honest, Mo Qun is really unlucky enough! Since being pointed by the pointer of fate, luck has never been better! Now, when he was about to die, he found out that he was not biological... I'm afraid, even if Mo Qun died, he wouldn't be able to rest his eyes, right?

With the words of the misty saint, Xu Ming, and one after another of the gods, will naturally not be relentless when they start to kill the army of the Holy Lord.

Mo Qun, who was abandoned by everyone, died in despair and unwillingness, but no one cared about him. It's really sad, to say the least.

And the Holy Lord's army, under Xu Ming's slaughter, also lost more than half.

The loss of five or six thousand fanatical believers in the Dominion Realm is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Holy Master who cultivates the faith school!

The Holy Master even almost fell to the sixth rank of the saint; fortunately, he has been polished very solidly at the seventh rank of the saint, so he did not fall. But even so, the strength of the Holy Master is still greatly reduced.

"Hundreds of millions of years of penance! Countless billions of years of penance!" The Holy Master gritted his teeth.

But at this time, the misty saint and other saints had discovered the holy master on the edge of the world of ten thousand tribulations, and joined forces to drive him away.

The Holy Master had no choice but to take the remaining thousands of masters and fled in despair.

To be honest, the Holy Master has never suffered such a big loss since he came to God’s Domain! This was the first time he had suffered such heavy damage; and all of this was because of Xu Ming!

"Damn it!" The Holy Master hated and feared!

What I'm afraid of is... the speed of Xu Ming's strength improvement is really appalling! Such an improvement speed is unheard of even in the endless chaos!

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"good!"

In the World of Myriad Tribulations, Xu Ming nodded with satisfaction.

Killing as many as five or six thousand masters, in fact, did not get many treasures. After all, the treasures of these masters have long been cheated by the sage Huang Quan in the "scattering wealth game", and then they have been in Xu Ming's pocket; now, Xu Ming kills them, and naturally he will not get any treasures.

However... Xu Ming used the secret technique "Slaughtering World" in the process of killing, and gained a lot of power of luck!

For the time being, Xu Ming couldn't use the power of air luck; because Xu Ming wanted to suppress the cultivation of his air luck clone in half a step, so he didn't dare to break through.

However, these qi luck powers are kept by the two qi luck babies, Sisi and Yingying, with the "Liangyi qi luck formation"; once Xu Ming's cultivation level breaks through to the dominant level~www.novelhall. com~ Then, these powers of luck will directly make Xu Ming's cultivation soar!

"Huh?" Suddenly, Xu Ming's expression changed.

He felt that his "power of worship" was actually falling; and it was plummeting!

The power of worship is determined by three things - the more worshipers, the stronger the worshipers, and the stronger the emotions of worship, the stronger the power of worship!

When Xu Ming slaughtered the Quartet, it naturally caused countless strong "worship emotions". But now, Xu Ming stopped the killing, those worshipers regained their composure, and their worship of Xu Ming naturally decreased a lot.

As soon as the worship sentiment weakened, Xu Ming's "power of worship" naturally began to decline.

However... although the power of worship has plummeted, Xu Ming's strength is still firmly standing at the level of "quasi-sage invincible"! Coupled with Xu Ming's unbreakable defense, Xu Ming is now definitely the undisputed "first person under the saint" in the entire Divine Realm!

At this moment, Xu Ming saw that the Shadow Nightmare quasi-sage was flying not far in front of him.