Chapter 470 Go to the ghost!

The golden wings are in the sky, and the wings are as wide as clouds.

Ye Qingyan sat cross-in-body, his hands were condensed and blooming, his eyes were closed, and his body was surrounded by a dense fog, making Ye Qingyan look like he was in a fairyland, mysterious and extraordinary.

He tempered all methods and melted thousands of swordsmanships in one furnace. Xiyi completely detached himself, walked out of his own way, and created his own swordsmanship. For this, he paid too much and never relaxed for a moment.

Strongness and success always belong to the hard worker, while the loser often only complains.

Ye Qingyan's ability to suppress all the swordsmen of the young generation is not luck. He has made too much effort and has wandered countless times on the edge of life and death. All his strength comes from his own hands.

After all, the electric crack day's injury is too serious to find a place to heal his wounds and can no longer secretly protect Ye Qingyan, so this time, he is still alone.

Fight against the sky alone, and go thousands of miles away from ghosts!

Murong Qingcheng took all the responsibilities that should have been borne by him with her weak shoulders. He couldn't wait to rush to the ghost and arrived in an instant, and did not dare to delay for a moment.

The golden god sculpture is a different species of heaven and earth, containing the blood of the golden-winged roc sculpture. It is known for its speed in this Tianyu, which is comparable to the legendary kings of birds such as Phoenix rosefinch. The so-called thousand miles a day is just a piece of cake.

The golden statue has the strength of an intermediate king. At this moment, it flies with all its strength. Even if Ye Qingyan travels with the sword, it may not be able to catch up. Such a speed can be called wind and lightning.

Sitting on the back of Xiaojin, Ye Qingyan was on his way while practicing, tempering all methods, eager to achieve his own way and walk out of his own way...

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Ghosts, Nether Mountains.

The mountains are undulating, and the mountains are stacked. You can't see the end at a glance. Looking far away, they are full of mountains and huge trees rising from the ground. They are located on the ground, like an ancient giant, shoulder to shoulder to overlook the vast land.

There is a group of palaces in this mountain range, occupying thousands of mu of land. Various palaces stand up. Although they are beautiful and magnificent, they give people a sense of heavyness.

The main hall of the Nether Palace, the Nether Palace.

At this moment, there are several old men in the hall. Their hair is white, but their skin is extremely red. Their eyes are shining and solemn, staring at the great man in front of them.

The great man is black, and his eyes are cold. There are two rounds of peerless swords floating in the depths of his pupils, blooming with peerless sharpness. He stands there and is as straight as a javelin, giving people the feeling of a sword, a sword that can penetrate nine days and ten times.

"Murong's daughter's marriage does not need others to decide for her!"

The great man is the father of Murong Qingcheng, the sword demon Murong Jue. He raised his head and looked directly at these old men in the Nether Hall. Each of these old people was powerful and unfathomable. They brought too much pressure to Murong Jue, but even so, he still held his head high, fearless and argued rationally.

"Murong Jue, pay attention to your identity. Which one here is not your elder? How dare you be so presumptuous?"

An old man with gloomy eyes suddenly became angry and shouted loudly. They are all the ancestors of the Nether Hall. They can't hide the old generation of strong people. They have lived a long life. Generally speaking, they are in deep hard practice and rarely appear in the world. If it is not related to the future of the Nether Hall, they will not appear easily.

"Empty?"

Murong Jue laughed coldly, "Where do you look like your elders? In your eyes, we are all dolls that you play with at will. You can sacrifice everyone for the Nether Hall. That was the case in those years, and our daughter will never make the same mistake again!"

"None can force her!"

Murong Jue paused, and his tone was mixed with shocking persistence, "Her marriage is up to her own!"

"Otherwise, don't blame Murong Jue for being ruthless. In those years, I could kill seven in and seven out for Ming'er, slaughtering tens of millions of people. Today, in order to fall into the city, Murong Jue can also be cold-blooded and ruthless and destroy relatives righteously!"

Murong stood proudly, sonorous and cold, and did not give in because of the strength of the other party.

Sword demon becomes a demon with a sword and becomes a demon. The six strongest people in the swordsman are Murong Jue who kills the most and scares the world the most. Otherwise, he will not give him a magic word.

In fact, after the death of his beloved woman, he was completely crazy. If he killed tens of millions of people, Murong Jue would have been the hero!

Over the years, if it hadn't been for his two daughters, he would have been completely crazy and become a bloodthirsty demon and turned into a cold-blooded butcher. Now his daughter has suffered injustice again, and Murong's suppressed blood and anger exploded in an instant.

The demon of the sword demon is not a joke. If you have the courage, you can try it. Murong Jue has a sword in his hand and is not afraid of anyone, including these so-called strongest people in the world!

"Je'er, don't mess around!"

A silver-haired old man in the marginal area frowned and said, "This marriage between Qingcheng and Yang Poxiao is related to two joint plans. No one can change it. Don't do any more useless work!"

"Useless work? Then I, Murong, will go against the sky!"

Murong Jue looked up to the sky and sneered. He stared at the silver-haired old man and said coldly, "I'm doing my duty as a father should do, Murong concrete!"

"Murong Jue, pay attention to the tone of your voice!"

The old man, known as Murong, suddenly showed a wisp of anger on his face and shouted loudly. They are the supreme strong men. They have been invincible in the world for a long time. How can they be provocative? What's more, he and Murong Jue still have an extraordinary relationship.

"The tone? Why do you get my respect?

Murong Jue laughed coldly, "Did you force me into a desperate situation back then? Did you turn a blind eye to Ming'er being forced to die? Or are you forced to marry by Qingcheng?"

"You say, you--" Murong Jue stared at Murong's increasingly ugly face and sneered, "Why?"

Murong's hair flew, word by word, coldly, and a strong momentum suddenly appeared all over his body, and his eyes were full of decondence and madness.

"Do you want to rebel?" Murong said angrily, "Don't forget that I'm your father. Did you talk to your father like this?"

"Father?"

Murong was stunned and said disdainfully, "You are not a qualified father, and you don't deserve to be my father. I don't have a cold-blooded and ruthless father like you!"

Father?

What a strange word!

The smile at the corners of Murong's mouth was full of bitterness.

Murong Jue's achievements today are made by his own efforts. He sweated and blooded, but he did not shed tears. He also struggled to death and was on the verge of despair, but finally survived.

Murong Jue was originally a cold and resolute person. If it hadn't been for a pair of daughters, he would not have returned to the Nether Hall, a place that brought him lifelong pain.

After separating from Ye Qingyan, Murong's father and daughter were taken back to the Nether Hall. After returning to the Nether Hall, Murong Jue was completely silent and practiced all day long. He did not interact with anyone except his daughter. In the past six years, he once thundered and killed the wilderness with his sword to hate Ye Qingyan. Today, it is The second time.

The first time was for Ye Qingyan.

The second time, it was for Murong Qingcheng.

The Nether Hall forced Murong Qingcheng and Yang Poxiao to get married, which completely angered Murong Jue. He rebelled angrily and rebounded amazingly.

"You were silent about this marriage, and today's reaction was so fierce because of Ye Qingyan, right?" Murong Lin narrowed his deep eyes and suddenly said.

The other old men heard Murong concrete mention Ye Qingyan, their eyes moved slightly, and they seemed to have heard of the name.

"Qingcheng likes Qingyan. The two of them make a pair and set up a pair. Naturally, as a father, I will try my best to fight for them. Even if I fight for my life, I will not hesitate!"

Murong Jue said in a low voice, "I, Murong Jue, only have these two daughters in my life, and I will not let them suffer any grievances. In those years, I have been sorry for their mother, and I can't be sorry for them anymore!"

Murong was silent, and his eyes were a little complicated. He saw Murong's pain in his eyes, but so what? In order to prosper and sacrifice a small family for everyone, Murong Qingcheng must sacrifice, and no one can stop him.

Murong can't do it either.

"The name Ye Qingyan is like thunder in today's world..."

An old man in a coarse linen suddenly sighed, glanced at Murong Jue with a slightly ferocious eyes, smiled and said, "This man is proud of ancient and modern times. If he is given enough time, he has never waited to land on the top. At that time, even I dare not despise him!"

A touch of relief flashed in Murong Jue's eyes and nodded: " Qingyan's talent is not inferior to anyone in the world, including those legendary peerless heroes!"

In recent years, although Murong Jue has not moved home, he has paid attention to Ye Qingyan's every move. He knows Ye Qingyan's growth footprint better than anyone else. With five years, he can be proud of the young generation, even Murong Jue is extremely shocked.

Ye Qingyan's growth surprised the world.

"It has been praised by the Sword Emperor, which is indeed extraordinary!"

Murong nodded, but then he turned his words and said, "But talent is not equal to strength. Now he is still too weak. There are too many heavenly prides in history, rising like comets and falling like meteors. As long as he doesn't step on the top for a day, he won't fall into our eyes for a day!"

Murong Jue looked extremely angry, but his heart was extremely helpless. He knew that for these people in front of him who had already been the supreme in the world, no matter how talented they were, they were useless. They lived for a long time and had seen too many so-called proud sons of heaven and fell on the way to the peak. For them who had read all the mortal world, Ye Qingyan is just a slightly talented young man, that's all.

"I don't care so much!"

Murong Jue sneered indifferently, "I will fight with whoever forces them. Don't blame me for not thinking about blood relationship. You forced me to do it!"

Murong Jue's tone was cold and gloomy. His fing eyes swept over several people, smiled indifferently, and turned away.

These old people glanced at Murong Jue's back, looked at each other, looked extremely indifferent, and finally slowly closed their eyes...