Chapter 869

Mo Qi looked at the crowd with heartache and loss, and said with grief, "I've always only followed my heart and never embarrassed you. If someone can say one or two things that I forced you to do, I'll admit these sins. Otherwise, how can you convince me?"

His words undoubtedly made some people feel ashamed again.

Also let the people back a few points again.

Some people even knelt down directly and kowtowed several times to Moqi road.

"Master Mo, I misunderstood you. Please forgive me."

"We're wrong. We shouldn't doubt you."

"The lightning just now may be just a misunderstanding, so we misunderstood you. I'm sorry."

These voices are everywhere, and their influence is gradually expanding.

More and more people knelt down and apologized more and more, louder and louder.

It's like a domino. Once it starts, it won't stop unless it ends.

So this wave of apology was really over after everyone knelt down.

As a result, Mo Qi Dao showed a proud smile again.

Unfortunately, no one saw it except Mo Xiyan, Murong Yu and the dark guards in the dark.

"As long as you don't do this in the future, I won't care about this time. After all, no one is perfect. It's understandable that you are deceived by others and suspect me."

Mo Qidao opened his mouth again, and unexpectedly rubbed the wrong dark to Mo Xiyan's head again.

They were stunned at first, and then gradually returned to God.

It's a pity that I haven't completely recovered. A stronger lightning fell from the sky again.

Boom, boom!

Three times in a row, one thicker than the other.

Tao Dao all hit Moqi Dao.

"Ah!"

"Again!"

"Heavenly Master, help!"

The crowd screamed in horror, and their bodies retreated involuntarily because of panic.

When the lightning passed, the beaten Moqi Dao was like a brother from Africa. His whole body was blackened. Not to mention, his clothes really no longer played the role of covering the body. Even the original combed hair style was also blown open, which was very similar to the modern explosive head.

At this moment, his image was completely gone.

Although he looks, he is still alive.

Even the spirit is not too bad.

But that kind of righteousness or something was blasted, and there was no residue left.

This image, I have to say, is very funny.

At least Mo Xiyan thought of bald head directly after seeing it, and then laughed wildly.

Murong Yu saw her laughing wildly. He silently stretched out his hand and tightly clasped her around to prevent her from laughing and squatting down.

It can be said to be very considerate.

After hearing Mo Xiyan's laughter, although it was difficult to accept at first, well, they even endured it for a while.

But gradually, someone began to laugh.

While laughing, he apologized to Moqi, "Heavenly Master, I'm sorry, but it's really funny."

"I can't help it. I'm really right. I'm sorry... Hahaha."

More and more people are laughing, and the previous solemnity and solemnity are gone for a time.

It also made the stick's face gradually cold and black.

At the same time, the three Taoists behind Moqi Dao were also affected this time and did not come forward to help him, which made him even more embarrassed.

"Master Mo, tell me, what's the reason this time?"

The divine stick held the sword and looked at him again with disappointment. He just wanted to get an answer. Even if the answer was not good, it didn't matter.

But mojidao is really having difficulties in self-protection now. Where is the spirit to deceive him?

So he just sipped, looked at the divine stick with a painful expression, and seemed to be telling him to slow down first and wait until he was cool.

It's a pity that the divine stick is the one who will give him time to recover?

Of course, he will be so, really just because he sees more about the magic power of Moqi Tao and the other party's ignorance of human fireworks.

So he didn't believe that such a real person close to the demigod would have such an embarrassing day.

These thunders are necessary for a long time.

If the other party is really a demigod, he should have seen such a thunder robbery many times.

Besides, it still looks like a few ordinary lightning?

But no.

Moqi Dao was not only hurt.

Even hurt a lot.

So he has come to a conclusion that is very unacceptable to himself.

That is, Mo Qi Dao is a fake monk.

A false friar who has not even experienced robbery, but says he is a demigod.

But he didn't doubt it for a minute, so he believed him, followed his way, and ruined his way.

This made the fury just pressed down in the heart of the divine stick rise again.

"Mo Qi said, do you know how difficult it is to go against the sky? Do you know that the disaster is to experience countless lightning quenching, but you are actually afraid of these small lightning. You should understand what this means!"

The words of the divine stick shocked all the monks and instantly woke up.

Yes, they nodded stupidly and couldn't help but agree with the way. History is really to be tempered by lightning.

These little friars have never seen them, but they are recorded in the materials inherited from the sect.

These records are also very detailed in order to remind the reserve and be fully prepared.

Even if they don't have a chance to survive the robbery, these will still be instilled by the master.

According to the meaning of the masters, the way of cultivation is all by chance.

Perhaps among them, there will be high-level friars who can survive the robbery again, rather than ordinary people who have never been hit by thunder in their life.

However, Moqi Dao was like a divine stick. He didn't seem to understand the meaning of lightning.

Even half dead.

It seems that this is really not in line with the courage and ability that high-ranking friars should have.

So he's really lying to them?

Once this voice sounded in their hearts, it made it difficult for these people to believe Moqi's way.

It also makes it difficult for them to deceive themselves with the so-called miracles. One by one, even if they wake up from a dream, they look at Mo Qi's way, and the disappointment in their eyes is thick to black.

Compared with these monks, the people are just confused and lost, but they are not disappointed.

These people still have a lot of brain powder. They don't even lose hope. They still believe that Zhimo's way can be sacred again.

"Master, cheer up. This may be a test from heaven."

"We trust you that you will be able to pass this level."

Of course, these sounds belong to a very small part.

The bigger one whispered on one side.

"He can't even protect himself. How can he protect us?"

"I think he may really be a liar."

"You see, even his disciples doubt him. There must be a problem."

The voices of these people are getting louder and louder. In the end, the whole audience can hear them.

The divine stick and the monks heard about themselves, without any example, exacerbated their anger, and the anger falling on Moqi Dao also sank.

Don't cherish Yan's appearance. He couldn't help but lift his lips and smile, "the good play is finally about to begin."