stocking the prince to death

Chapter 865
After Mo Ziqing succeeded, the Changhong in Mo Qi's hands was released, and after a circle, they easily reaped the lives of these people.

She looked down at the corpse at her feet and sneered,
"You have to remember, it's the ants in the lower realm who will let you die without a place to bury you!"

After saying that, Mo Qi exchanged another bottle of corpse water, and then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, he vividly displayed the words "destroying corpses and destroying traces".

Then, she looked at Mo Cang, frowned, and Changhong dropped her hand again, leaving a bloodstain on Mo Cang's neck.

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At the same time, the Upper Realm Mohists.

"How is it possible!" The old man looked at the shattered soul tablet, his eyes were full of disbelief.

In front of his eyes, the eight soul steles were all shattered without warning.

They couldn't even contact their spiritual imprints.

And these eight people happened to be the eight people sent by the Mo family to the lower realm.

The old man squinted his eyes suddenly, another soul tablet shattered, and he raised his eyes suddenly.

"Mo Cang is dead?"

He stretched out his fingers and counted, "Mo Cang, the Mo family of the Heavenly Sage, has exhausted all his energy...the lower realm, what happened?"

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But on this side, Mo Qi took Changhong back calmly, then coughed, "What expressions do you all have?"

When the words fell, she didn't want this group of people to answer, but walked to Mo Cang by herself.

There was blood on the corner of Mo Cang's lips, and the expression on his face was extremely indifferent... It was impossible to tell that he was already dead!

Mei Qinghan sighed, he looked at Mo Qi, "Wu'er..."

"He's dead." Mo Qi said lightly, "It should be announced to the world!"

Mo Cang would never have imagined that he would end up in such a situation that he had dominated all his life.

A person, who has lived his whole life, ends up spending half of his life in intrigue. What good is such glory and wealth?

The corner of Mo Qi's mouth twitched, and then put Changhong away, "Let's go, let the world know that the emperor is dead and the crown prince is on the throne!"

Then she turned around and looked at Mo Ziqing, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You did a good job of hiding it! Chen Zhi from Tianji Pavilion?"

Mo Ziqing: "..."

Suddenly lie down!

He sighed, "I'll explain this!"

"No need." Mo Qi's eyes flashed.

Is it the upper bound...

A fierce light flashed across her eyes.

Ah!
Ants from the lower realm?
The Mohists in the upper realm would never have imagined that the few foundation-building monks he sent to the lower realm would be just like ordinary people in the eyes of Mo Qi.

And like a life harvester, she easily harvested several lives.

The Mohists in the Upper Realm would never have imagined that, because of a word from their own disciples, the future Upper Realm would simply be...

Restless!

However, this is all for later!
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The emperor is dead!

The emperor is dead!

The emperor is dead!

Following the eunuch's sharp voice, the expressions of the ministers and their families who attended the state banquet in Cuiwei Palace all changed.

The emperor died?
They all got up and went to the Emperor Kun Hall.

When they were halfway, the death knell suddenly sounded.

a bit……

twice...

All the way to nine.

The emperor who symbolizes the ninety-five supremacy passed away.

After a pause, it rang again slowly, for a total of 43 rings.

It symbolizes the death of the emperor at the age of 43.

When the ministers arrived at Cuiwei Palace, they looked at the cold-faced His Royal Highness, as if they had found their backbone.

The emperor passed away inexplicably, which made everyone present feel somewhat unusual.

But if they didn't tell the truth, they all lowered their eyebrows and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)