Chapter 865

"Now I know that those who were struck by the sky thunder can continue to be heavenly masters."

Mo Xi Yan glanced at them coldly and sarcastically, "but I, an innocent man, can't take off the word demon just because of their so-called Heavenly Master's words?"

"You are a demon, otherwise how can you cause floods everywhere!"

There was a roar in the crowd.

After being stunned for a few seconds, they roared.

"Yes, before that, we had never had a flood. It was you, a monster!"

"Yes, you set up such a refugee camp here because you are guilty, because you can't bear so many people, and because you are dead, but who needs you to hypocritically save us here!"

"Yes, burn the demon!"

The voice of the people rose from wave to wave.

The rhythm is good.

But it's too deliberate.

Mo Xiyan glanced into the crowd. The first person to call out had disappeared.

No one cares about Moqi Dao, which is located in the central area. It seems that he doesn't care about his life or death?

However, looking at him and helping the three of them to help him, they also know well in the face of such a situation.

Otherwise, how can you be so calm?

I really underestimated them.

No, maybe it's the planner who underestimated it!

"Is that what you think?"

Murong Yu glanced at them faintly, as if there was no sorrow or joy.

But the coldness at the bottom of his eyes made the people instantly sober.

There were even several people there who were stunned for a long time and whispered, "what was I just saying?"

"We just want to live!"

Someone in the crowd roared again.

A movable type excited everyone again.

One by one, like before, they hated the ferocity of Mo Xi Yan.

So, is this hypnosis?

Mo Xiyan looked at these people and reacted instantly.

In addition to ancient superstitions, there is also a possibility that hypnosis can drive such people's emotions.

Although these technologies are weak in this era.

But Mo Xiyan has enough reason to believe that Mo Qidao should understand hypnosis.

Otherwise, how can we explain that no one took him after all these years?

Even here, everyone believes?

When she was thinking with her eyelids down, Murong Yu had asked the second day of junior high school to take several dark guards and catch those who took the lead one by one.

There were five people in total, all of whom looked insignificant, but their eyes were very bright.

When they were caught and thrown in front of Murong Yu, none of the five were afraid.

"Kill the demon!"

"Even if the Lord kills me, I still want to say that if this monster doesn't die, the world will be unfair!"

"I don't regret our death. I just want God to accept this evil spirit and return our innocence!"

They shouted one by one.

Still put the excrement basin, firmly buckle it on Mo Xiyan.

The mood of the people has also been brought to a new climax by them.

However, Mo Xiyan noticed that Mo Qidao's eyebrows frowned at this time.

With doubts in his eyes, he didn't seem to know the existence of these people.

So these people should not be mo Qidao, but Murong Leng?

In addition to the new emperor, Mo Xiyan couldn't think of anyone who had such leisure and came to frame her and Murong Yu.

But if that Mo Qi Dao really doesn't know, maybe this is her chance to talk to Murong Yu?

She slightly hooked the corner of her lips and smiled calmly.

Things may have become interesting.

"See, this is what everyone expects. Princess, you'd better end yourself!"

Wu also took this opportunity to stand up again and looked at Mo Xiyan with awe inspiring righteousness. It seemed that as long as she shook her head and didn't want to die, it would be a big mistake.

It's ridiculous!

Boom!

The lightning struck straight down without warning and hit Wu Yi's shoulder.

Before he could scream, he fell down smoking.

The crowd died out instantaneously.

Everyone was frightened away from Wu Yi.

Mo Qidao's face turned white, but he pretended to be working very hard. Except for the white spot on his face, he was no different from before.

"Heavenly punishment."

Murong Yu opened his mouth lightly, but his whole body momentum forced people. People unconsciously believed his words.

The people were numb.

Don't say anything. Even one action is an impossible task.

Don't cherish Yan, just want to laugh.

Another scholar Qiming, who had just been shouting there, trembled and silently retreated to the people. He bowed his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mo Xi Yan picked his eyebrow and looked at Mo Qi's way. He smiled suddenly and said loudly, "Mo Tianshi, since you have the ability to connect with heaven, why don't you come to help your believers?"

Her words seemed to make these people grasp the backbone again.

They turned around one by one, knelt down in front of Moqi road again, and shouted one by one, "please master Mo save me and God bless me!"

This wave of rhythm was really brought up by Mo Xiyan.

So she had a bold idea.

That is to use these people in turn and let Moqi Dao taste the embarrassment of being forced to Liangshan.

"Master Mo, you believers are begging you. Do you really mean nothing?"

Mo Xi Yan saw that Mo's way had not spoken, and then he said loudly again, "after all, you just said, do you want to ask God?"

"Yes, ask God, master Mo, if the river god is really angry!"

"Ask Master Mo for help!"

"Master Mo, master Mo!"

As expected, the people were brought to the rhythm again. They looked forward to Mo Qi's way one by one, and their eyes were amazing.

"You need not be afraid, God is not angry..."

Boom!

Before Mo Qi's words of comfort were finished, lightning hit down again. This time it was his left foot, which was more seriously injured.

He stumbled and almost knelt down.

Fortunately, there were three Taoist priests around him, and their support saved him from making a fool of himself.

But even if he didn't make a fool of himself, his face must have been hurt. After all, the lightning came down before he said much.

It's not clear. Is he a liar?

The people were indeed silenced, and the faith in their eyes was indeed loosened.

Mo Qi Dao knows what he wants to do and what he must recover in order to continue to enjoy the beauty respected by others.

But there was no sign of lightning.

That hit down again and again, even if it was really just staring at him, the sky was as angry.

This made him dare not say more, at least dare not say more.

It is precisely because of this that he lost the opportunity and some popular support.

"It seems that God has a problem with master Mo?"

Mo Xiyan chuckled again. His mocking eyes swept over the people one by one, and finally fell on Mo Qidao. The corner of his lips was hooked, "I don't know whether master Mo is saving himself or your believers?"