Nine suns stepping on the sky

Baidi City, the residence of the Nangong family.

Mo Yu walked back and forth in the courtyard, with a somewhat unconcealable anxiety in his expression.

With a sound of "squeak", Shui Yunhua pushed the door out, he took two quick steps and said, "How?"

Shui Yunhua didn't open her mouth, but her frown slightly explained a lot.

Mo Yu's heart sank, but on the surface, he regained his composure, "No matter what the situation is, if you tell the truth, I can bear it."

"I have checked, Qin Qing'er's memory was not simply erased by someone, but..." She paused slightly, "The soul that carries the memory was taken away by someone."

"This method is extremely difficult to use, and the effect is amazing. Unless the missing soul can be retrieved, her memory will never be restored."

Snapped--

The blue stone slab under Mo Yu's step turned into powder in an instant.

"Friend Mo..."

Mo Yu raised his hand, "It's okay. Now that I'm back, I won't let her suffer the slightest sin. Whoever does these things will have to pay the price!"

After the words fell, he took a breath and stepped forward to open the door.

Looking at his back, a trace of confusion flashed in Shui Yunhua's eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and there was only envy that could not be concealed.

Yes.

There are more than billions of women in this world, how difficult it is to really find someone who can be relied on and is worth relying on.Even after going through hardships, it can still be said that she is the luckiest woman in the world!

Qin Qing'er was sitting on the round stool, staring forward blankly, looking absent-minded.Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, as if frightened, he subconsciously pressed his hands on his chest, his pretty face turned pale slightly.

Mo Yu's heart twitched, but his expression became more gentle. He paused and said softly, "Qing'er, are you still used to living here?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm fine." Qin Qing'er stood up and saluted, her voice respectful.

Mo Yu was slightly startled, and then smiled, "That's good. You can rest, I still have some things to deal with, and I will come to see you when I have time."

Seeing him turn and leave, Qin Qing'er hesitated to speak.

Mo Yu stopped right at this moment, without turning back, he said, "Don't worry, the Qin family has been taken out of the Buddhist kingdom, and you will see them again soon."

When the words fell, he pushed the door and left.

Seeing his back disappear, Qin Qing'er felt a groan in her heart, she was a little out of breath, the unprecedented heartache overwhelmed her mind.

Mingming feels very familiar, obviously already knows the relationship between him and himself, why should he maintain this indifference that rejects others thousands of miles away.

Qin Qing'er questioned herself in some pain, she hugged her knees and squatted down slowly, big tears flowed out... But, in her memory, there were only blanks!

……

Mo Yu raised his head, drank the wine in the altar in one breath, raised his hand and threw the empty altar, smashed into pieces with a "pop", and let out a long breath.

"Junior brother, it's understandable for younger siblings to find it difficult to adapt for a while, just give her some more time, don't feel depressed." Xun Zhao spoke in relief, but frowned slightly, showing that he was not at ease.

Mo Yu shook his head, "Senior brother, I was too worried. Qing'er's catastrophe was all because of me. Now that she has lost her memory, it's too late for me to pity her. How could she have other thoughts."

"Okay!" Xun Liang laughed loudly, "I knew that Junior Brother is not such a narrow-minded person. Now that you and I are reunited, let's have a drink!"

"Senior brother Xun Liang speaks, and my younger brother must obey!" Mo Yu laughed and took the wine jar, slapped it away with one hand, bumped against the two, and drank it down with his head raised!

"Happy!" Mo Yu said in a low voice, "Two senior brothers, stay here for a while. I will go to the Wild Holy Sect. No matter whether I can find a way to restore Qing'er's memory, they will have to pay the price for their original behavior. !"

Yu Luo took a step forward, and the figure disappeared.

Xun Zhao put down the wine jar and sighed softly, "I hope my junior brother can gain something from this trip."

……

The wild holy sect was gloomy and gloomy, and all the monks under the sect were pale.

Mo Yu came back, the first battle in the Buddhist sect, and the reputation spread throughout Xuanhuang!

The fourth step, he has achieved the fourth step...

There is such an existence that no human being can compete with!

In a short period of time, countless monks from the sect quietly left and never came back.

The rest, deep down in their hearts, mostly held a fluke.

But this is only because they don't know anything about Qin Qing'er.

In the secret room, the wild patriarch sat cross-legged, with a group of strong clansmen below.

"The seeds of the sect have already left?"

"Yes, ancestor, they have all gone away under proper arrangements, and no one will know their identities." A monk said solemnly.

The wild old man nodded, "That's good." He swept his eyes and said in a deep voice: "The old man knows that some of you are unwilling, but no matter how unwilling you are, you must hold it in your heart. Only when you and I die, Mo Yu can do it." Venting the hatred in my heart, my sect has the hope of inheriting it."

"Thousands of years, ten thousand years, 10 years or even millions of years, as long as Mo Yu leaves or perishes, the seeds of my Wild Holy Sect will be able to germinate and take root again, and they will eventually recover one day."

"Remember, the old man and you, as well as most of the disciples who are still ignorant of the truth, will use their own death to protect them!"

"We will follow the will of our ancestors, and we will die with no regrets!"

The wild patriarch closed his eyes and waved tiredly, motioning for them to leave.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and in the corner of the secret room, a wind chime automatically made a "ding ding" sound without wind.

"he came!"

Although many strong men of the Savage Sacred Sect below were ready to die, they still couldn't help showing fear in their eyes at this moment.

boom--

The terrifying breath, like the sea of ​​stars, set off endless waves and crashed heavily.The ground exploded directly, and countless cracks spread wantonly, like invisible sharp claws, inserted into the depths of the earth.

The confinement of the secret room fell apart like paper. The wild ancestor and the others froze for a moment, and they were imprisoned in the next moment, and they were slowly raised from the ground.

Mo Yu stood in the air, his black hair fluttering behind him, his stern face showed no emotion, and his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

Its momentum is like a demon!

"Mo Yu, don't be delusional. Find a way to restore Qin Qing'er's memory. Even if you kill everyone in the Wild Sacred Sect, it's impossible!" Zhou Tong wanted to possess her, but he never allowed it!"

"Hey, if I knew about today, I should have made her my wild holy sect..."

Mo Yu raised his hand and clasped his five fingers, and what the wild ancestor said was interrupted, and his body flew out of control, and he grabbed his head!

boom--

The unparalleled divine sense rushed into his soul, looking through his memory in the most fierce and ruthless way.

The wild patriarch's eyes turned white, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and soon his clothes were wet, his face was extremely grim because of the pain.

After a long time, Mo Yu let go, and his body fell down like noodles, gasping for breath, but he still didn't die.

Sure enough, as he said, there was nothing to gain from extracting the soul of Qin Qing'er's memory.

Mo Yu frowned, and said suddenly, "You purposely provoked me to die, but I will never let you go...well, no, you did it on purpose."

The two intentions have completely different meanings.

Mo Yu finally figured it out, this old man's move.

He deliberately opened his mouth to provoke, not to demand a quick death, but to be tortured severely by him, so as to vent the hatred and murderous intent in his heart.

In this way, the arrangement he made has the hope of preservation.

Now that he thought of this, Mo Yu naturally wouldn't let the Manhuang Patriarch get what he wanted.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were indifferent, "You should have sent out the seeds to continue the sect's inheritance before. Don't worry, this seat will be very patient, dig them out one by one, and crush them into pieces. You I won't say it, I won't say it even if I die, and I don't even have a little bit about it in my memory, but I believe that there will always be someone in the Wild Holy Sect who knows about it."

"You must believe that this seat has a lot of patience, very patient!"

For the first time, there was fear in the eyes of the wild ancestor. He roared like a dying beast, struggling to get Mo Yu to pounce.But at this time, he could only let his body writhe powerlessly on the ground like a maggot.

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