"Or, how can you save yourself? Can you still save your believers?"
Mo Xiyan's words are cold and heavy.
After hearing this, all the people looked forward to Moqi Dao, who was supported by three Taoists.
This may be the most embarrassing time of mojidao, which can also be called his darkest history.
Well, if he has a future.
However, whether he can pass this level is still unknown.
Because for him, the image he has created for a long time is on the verge of collapse.
"Master Mo, help us."
"Heavenly Master, aren't you God's distraction? Why can't you save us?"
"My wife and children have died in this flood. Why do you know our pain and why don't you save us?"
"Thanks to my family's worship of you, why can't you hear anything!"
"You are really God's distraction!"
The voice of the people was higher than one, as if they could strangle mojidao every minute.
The anger in the eyes, also because of the high voice of speaking, is also more and more turbulent.
At this time, Moqi Dao just realized.
If he hadn't closed the door in front of him, there would be no future for him.
This is a very bad moment, just as he wants to force Mo Xiyan and Murong Yu to achieve the same effect.
However, the effect he wants now turns around and happens to himself.
But how did all this happen?
Mo Qidao's vision slowly fell on Mo Xiyan. After seeing the condensation at the bottom of her eyes, but with very straightforward eyes, he closed his eyebrows and looked at Murong Yu again.
At this glance, he trembled all over, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. He took several steps back in panic.
Yes, Murong Yu?
Isn't he the seventh Lord?
Don't you just know how to fight and don't understand human accidents?
But at that moment, it was clearly a person who knew the Tao and had accomplishments that could bring shock.
This is by no means the eyes that a simple superior can have.
So, the person who remained silent all summer was the seven kings who looked the most brainless?
That is, he's been looking away all the time?
Whether it's Murong Quan who seems to be in the first place, that is, the former crown prince, or Murong Jin who seems to know camouflage and conspiracy, they don't have the real material like the man in front of us?
Yeah, but how is that possible?
When he chose a partner, he was also investigated.
The result of the investigation at that time was that Murong Yu was nothing special except that he could fight.
Even his life style is not a life style that can be an emperor.
Thinking of this, Moqi carefully looked at Murong Yu in front of him. Although he was against each other's strong oppression, he still found some doubts.
That is Murong Yu in front of him. He can't see through or through.
In other words, the cultivation of Murong Yu in front of him is much higher than him.
This is almost impossible in this world.
But he met such a person.
He suddenly thought that Murong Yu he had seen before had no accomplishments.
Is a very ordinary person.
But now he suddenly has cultivation, so does it mean that he is still Murong Yu on the surface, but in fact, someone has changed inside?
Since it is a changed person, such a powerful person should not look up to an ordinary woman like Mo Xiyan, right?
Mo Qidao's sight inevitably moved to Mo Xiyan again.
Then I looked at it and found that it was an ordinary woman.
She is also a person with strong strength.
He didn't pay close attention to Mo Xiyan before.
So I'm not sure if she was like this from the beginning.
But through the change of Murong Yu, he guessed that Mo Xiyan should have changed.
Boom!
Before he reached a conclusion, a thunder hit him again.
This time he aimed at his shoulder, very ruthless and overbearing.
As soon as he hit him, he let his shoulder catch fire.
"Heavenly Master, you should bend your head. We can't put out the fire."
Three Taoist priests around him helped him put out the fire.
Only in this way, no one helped him.
So before the fire went out, his footwall was unstable and fell directly on the ground.
"Oh!" he gritted his teeth, and then controlled himself without shouting.
It's just pain. It's real pain.
It's not too much to say that Venus is in both eyes.
"Heavenly Master, are you all right?" the concerned voice of the old Taoist priest sounded in his ear.
But the fire had not been extinguished, the smoke was still emitting, and the pain was still ringing, which made him unable to speak.
Mo Qidao only felt that his eyes were blackened frequently, and his consciousness almost disappeared.
In this chaos, a voice with sarcasm sounded in front of him.
"God, that's all."
A faint word, Liao's numbers, made his knowledge of the sea tingle.
"Ah!"
Such pain made him unable to control himself. He couldn't help screaming, and the whole man fell down.
"The Heavenly Master will die!"
"Then he said he was invincible in the world. Is that a lie?"
"What we have always worshipped, has always been a liar?"
"No, I won't believe it. My wife slept with him!"
"He slept with my sister!"
"Doesn't that beast just like me?"
For a moment, the name of the Heavenly Master was even linked with the flower picker.
It can be seen that these so-called believers have an angry look on their faces. How much they believed in him before and how much they hate this man now.
Those Taoist priests who helped him put out the fire stopped momentarily, but they still tried their best to put out the fire for him.
As if this is a task, the worry in my eyes actually dissipates a lot.
The power of faith in Moqi Dao is gradually decreasing.
Mo Xiyan, who found this, was very pleased.
She looked at Murong Yu with appreciation and secretly praised him.
When the man saw the bright luster in her eyes, his lips were slightly hooked, revealing a charming smile called a demon.
"No, it can't be the master Mo I know!"
At this time, the magic stick that Mo Xiyan had brought into the main account ran out of the side and went straight to Moqi road.
With tears in his eyes, he looked haggard, as if he had suffered some important blow.
"Tianshi, your cultivation is so high and you are so proficient in Taoism. How can you be punished by heaven? You will have no backhand here?"
The divine staff knelt in front of Moqi Dao in a twinkling of an eye, and looked at him with red eyes. The whole person trembled gently, which seemed to match the Moqi Dao who collapsed on the ground.