Chapter 838

"Yan Chuan, you are a bunch of nonsense!" Yang Zhijiu cried angrily.

"Nonsense? Well, I have proof! " Yan Chuan's eyes were cold.

Evidence? All around, all the strong people were surprised. Including the Dragon chair on the jingku, all show a trace of curiosity.

"Feather, take it out! Yesterday, Yang Zhijiu came to give you the bride price. " Yan Chuan looks at Mo Yu.

"Betrothal gifts? I only gave thirty-six fairy stones. You can't use them to arrange me! " Yang Zhi Jiu Nu shouts.

Mo Yu Xi nodded and quickly took out the huge box of betrothal gifts from the storage magic weapon.

"Bang!"

Take some flurried, ink feather Xi hands a shake, box almost spread, a fire red fairy stone, suddenly rolled to the ground.

"Ah

Mo Yu Xi quickly stabilizes the remaining immortal stone and does not let it pour out.

"Are you all right?" Yan Chuan worries and comforts Mo Yu Xi.

And that rolling out of the immortal stone, but in a twinkling of an eye rolled to the feet of the ancient moon son.

"Hoo!"

The fire is on the immortal stone, surrounded by dense gas, you can clearly see that the shadow of a fire phoenix is struggling and suffering. That look, there is a tear heart crack lung unwilling!

"The fairy stone has fallen Mo Yu Xi said.

"I'll do it!" Yan Chuan went to take it.

But Gu Yue's face suddenly changed. The moment Yan Chuan caught the immortal stone, he grabbed it first.

"Holy Son of the ancient moon, give this to me!" Yan Chuan asked for it.

"Where did this come from?" The Holy Son of the ancient moon roared furiously.

"This is the betrothal gift from Yang Zhijiu to Mo Yuxi. What's the matter?" Yan Chuan was puzzled.

"Yes, it's a betrothal gift from me!" Yang Zhijiu cried at the moment.

"Third brother's breath, this is the third brother's breath! I can sense it. It's the connection of blood and blood! " Ancient moon son Na Na road.

"What's the smell of the third brother? The smell of old three? How can it be! " Yang Zhijiu shows a trace of disdain.

"Son of a bitch, this is the original flavor of the third brother. Moreover, it is connected with me, has my breath, and is connected with my origin. It is the third brother, the third brother! The spirit of the third brother His eyes burst into tears.

"What?" Yang Zhijiu didn't understand.

"Did you use the spirit of the third brother to refine the weapon? You have lost the spirit of the third brother The Holy Son of the ancient moon roared.

If at ordinary times, Guyue Shengzi may suppress the shock in his heart and analyze it carefully. But at this moment, his mood has been completely disturbed by Yan Chuan. He is guilty of his younger sister-in-law and incompetent. He has been repressed for a long time.

Suddenly found that his third brother spirit was lost consciousness, has been refined into a magic weapon, at the moment in the heart of resentment, can no longer restrain.

"You killed the third brother. How can the spirit of the third brother be here, how can it be?" The Holy Son of the ancient moon roared.

If you are calm, Gu Yue's son will definitely take the opportunity to collect their spirits. However, the son knows that it can't be Mo Yu Xi, and only his father or Yang Zhijiu has collected the spirit.

The spirits of several younger brothers and sisters are in the father's place, or in Yang Zhijiu.

Now, it's clear.

"I don't have it. It's not a spirit. It's just a breath." Yang Zhijiu panicked.

"No? That doesn't count? You also said no, oh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~, I shouldn't believe you at the beginning. My father dotes on you so much and he must hide everything for you. Yang Zhijiu, they are your brothers, why do you harm them? "

"I didn't, I never hurt. I didn't do it!"

"The spirits of the third brother, the second, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh and the eighth, you have tempered them all!" The Holy Son of the ancient moon roared.

The mood of everyone in the hall was tense. So was Maori Daojun. His face was very anxious. However, the two sons were making a lot of noise at the moment. They didn't look at their own hints.

Yan Chuan is also highly concentrated, because all this is based on speculation. If you want to settle the facts, you have to wait and wait for an opportunity. Yan Chuan and his wife were killed.

"I didn't practice, I didn't!" Yang Zhijiu is anxious, and the whole person is flustered.

"You don't? How do you explain that? How to explain this? This is the spirit of the third younger brother. This is the third brother's. If you have tempered their spirit, you must have tempered their spirit! "

"I didn't practice, I didn't refine their spirits, I didn't!"

"The evidence is solid, and you still argue? This is the spirit of Laosan. You have refined the spirit of Laosan! " Gu Yue Sheng Zi's whole body momentum soared, his eyes red, and he grasped Yang Zhijiu's collar, as if to fight down with one fist.

"I don't have it. I don't have it at all. Their spirits are none of my business." Yang Zhi Jiuliu roared, insisting on the final insistence.

At this moment, Yan Chuan stepped into the dispute between them: "you have not refined, where are the spirits of your seven brothers?"

"I didn't practice. Their spirits are all in the" Yangyin Zigui pool "of Maori palace. I didn't really...! " Yang Zhijiu, who had no control of the six gods, suddenly cried out at the mouth of Yan Chuan.Can shout half, yang to nine one exciting, suddenly wake up. Not only Yang Zhijiu, but also Gu Yue Shengzi is also a spirit of inspiration, suddenly sober up a lot.

"Whoa ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"

In the hall, there was an uproar! At this moment, all the people were surprised to see the seven Spirits of Yang Zhi Jiu and Gu Yue Sheng Zi? Still alive?

Yan Chuan's face shows a smile of victory. Mo Yu Xi grabs Yan Chuan's sleeve, and the whole person trembles. If it's not in Wu's hall, he would have jumped up and cheered.

Seven souls out, all lies are broken! Ink plume is pure and clear.

Mr. Wen Ruo showed an excited smile and looked at Yan Chuan, showing a worship.

The five patriarchs, one by one, were stunned, then one by one angry, ashamed and resentful. All their sons died, while the seven children of Maori Daojun were still alive? Is it Maori Daojun's intention?

The five patriarchs looked at Maori Daojun with hatred.

Maori Dao Jun's body is soft, almost did not stand firm. Tight body, as if a moment to vent the same. Bitter and astringent.

The hall is noisy and the case is almost white. It is not the hand of Mo Yu Xi, who is wronged.

Shangguan Wan'er shows a trace of excitement. She looks at Yan Chuan and Mo Yu Xi, and turns to the head of the hall, Jingmo.

There was a glimmer of light in Jingmo's eyes and a faint smile in his mouth. However, what he looked at was not Mo Yu Xi, but Yan Chuan, who was in charge of the whole situation in his defense. That one atmosphere, the mood grasps, already reached the acme!

PS: it's a 4000 word chapter again. Today's 8000 words, it's a small explosion!

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