211 The Death of the Seven Dukes

211 The Death of Seven Dukes

The little girl cried loudly. The elders looked at the little girl's mother angrily. In Xiaotong's wonderful eyes, a deep despair appeared.

I tried everything to hide it, but it was leaked after all.

"Qi...Qi Gong went...?" Mo Jian's eyes were like two flames burning, word by word, like jumping out of his teeth. Instead, he roared, "What's going on? Tell me what's going on?"

Two lines of tears flowed out of the beautiful eyes of the little pupil.

The three elders who knew that they could no longer hide cried bitterly, "Mo Jian, you're late! The elder died and was killed by his enemies! Not only the elders, but also the four elders, the five elders and other seven elders were killed! Even our people have been killed by more than 500 people. Those villains also said that if they don't hand over the catalogue of return to Tibet, they will not let me stay.

Mo Jian's whole body trembled, his breath leaked uncontrollably, and his soul power stirred, blowing a strong wind, which made several people in front of him stagger back involuntarily.

The next moment, Mo Jian, like an angry lion, rushed to the three elders, grabbed his collar fiercely, and roared, "Say! How did Qigong die? Tell me one or ten times!"

The three elders trembled all over their bodies. Mo Jian's crazy behavior and his violent breath really made him feel extremely oppressive and panic. He stammered and trembled: "About 40 days ago, 16 people suddenly came from outside the tribe. It seems that they should not be people near the royal palace, because these people The cultivation is surprisingly high, not to mention the soul master, I'm afraid that even the soul spirit and even the immortal strong at the level of soul king. They asked my Changhe tribe to hand over the catalogue of the collection within three days, otherwise, the nearby tribes would be our end.

"The next day, the spies from the tribe came to report that all the people of the nine nearby tribes were killed by them, and none of them were left. These people are stationed in the place of the former Heihe tribe, and more and more people are coming. So far, I'm afraid it has been more than 100!"

"No one knows what the collection catalogue is. But looking at the appearance of the elder, he knows it. Two days later, those people bribed a rebel in the tribe. As a result, these people thought that the Tibetan catalogue was in the hands of my Changhe tribe!"

"Three days later, dozens of people killed the Changhe tribe again, not only turning the tribe upside down, but also killing four elders and five elders on the spot. And the elder was hurt by their secret method, and the worm devoured his flesh and blood day by day, suffering unspeakably..."

Hearing this, Mo Jian's whole body trembled and his heart was cut like a knife.

The three elders breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Those people killed more than 100 ethnic groups of me on the spot. Before leaving, they said that if they did not hand over the collection, the elder's whole body would be swallowed up by those insects and suffer day by day. When this thing is handed over, the poison on the elder's body will be relieved.

"In the next three days, under severe pain, the elder fainted most of the time. Occasionally, when you are clear-minded, you will warn us that you must not be informed of this matter, so that you will not suffer. As for whether the Tibetan catalogue is in the tribe, he has never mentioned it. Then, he left the relics and asked us to hand them over to you no matter what, but at least three years later, when you are successful in your practice.

Mo Jian's heart was almost twitching, and he knew that Qigong was protecting himself.

Just like Xiaotong at this moment, she tried her best to hide the truth.

But do you know? Your Mo Jian is no longer the ignorant teenager you used to be, and you already have strong strength!

Thinking of this, tears flowed from Mo Jian's eyes.

"Then, those people come every three or two days. Every time they come, they will always slaughter our people, and torture is indispensable. The elder asked us to run for their lives, but they couldn't run far, so they were caught by those people and slaughtered them all. After these two times, no one dared to escape.

Finally, half a month ago, the elder died of poison. Then, we entered the dragon cave. About the group thought that the catalogue of the collection might be hidden here, but they didn't stop it. In the past half month, they have not been harassed much. Think about it, some of our people are controlled or bought by them as ears and ears.

Xiaotong rushed into Mo Jian's arms and mourned, "Mo Jian, although I don't know where the collection catalogue is, it is obvious that this thing has a lot to do with you, otherwise the seven princes will definitely ignore the Changhe tribe, which is how to protect you. If you understand, you can't live up to the painstaking efforts of Qigong. Go back to the plane college as soon as possible. It's not too late to take revenge when you have enough cultivation.

Anger, murder and hatred rolled up a torrent in Mo Jian's heart!

Qi Gong, is it gone?

The seven princes who have not had parents since they were a child and pulled themselves up with a handful of shit and urine are gone?

When I was young, I always saved food for myself from between my teeth, and I was afraid that the seven princes who were hungry were gone?

In order to treat himself, Qi Gong, who flew directly for 2,000 miles a night, was severely damaged by his lower body, and recovered after two months of self-cultivation. Is it gone?

How can such a amiable and lovely relative die like this?

Hot tears flowed out of Mo Jian's eyes. For a long time, he didn't say a word, but his whole body was trembling. Finally, he picked up his emotions and asked in a low voice, "Sister Xiaotong, didn't those dogs hurt you?"

Little pupil shook his head with tears.

Where is the tomb of the Seven Cemetery? I'm going to give him a bunch of incense!"

Half an hour later, after kneeling down, Mo Jian, who was lying on the ground with tears, roared wildly: "Qi Gong... Qi Gong! Look at me avenging you!"

The most frightening thing finally happened. Xiaotong hugged Mo Jian's waist and shouted, "No! Mo Jian, no! How can you be worthy of the spirit under the seven public springs by doing this?

"Mo Jian can even kill the soul emperor. What is the ordinary soul master?" Cai Xiliu said without losing the opportunity.

"What? Kill the soul... the soul emperor?"

Whether Xiaotong, the remaining elders, or all the people nearby, were completely shocked by this sentence.

Soul Emperor?

Is it rumored that the inferred strong man can cross the whole plane? How can Mo Jian kill him?

For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Jian in a daze and looked at this extremely familiar teenager. His thoughts were short-circuited, leaving only infinite shocks, like huge waves.

"Are those people in the Heihe tribe?" Mo Jian asked in a hissing voice.

The three elders subconsciously replied, "Yes, they are all there!"

Mo Jian grabbed Xiaotong's hand, and his whole body had already flew away in mid-air. A golden light flashed through his hand, but it was a fifth-order soul weapon treasure light boat. He shouted to Cai Xiliu, "Take all the people and take the Baoguang boat to the Heihe tribe and witness my revenge for the father of the Changhe tribe!"