Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 1801 Write-off
"Pfft~!"

Lu Jiechen felt that his Emperor Tomb was merged by Chen Mo on the spot, and he spit out a mouthful of blood under the despondency, and his face turned pale instantly.

At this moment, Tianzi Yin suddenly got up and said with a smile, "You lost."

One sentence was extremely simple, but it made Lu Jiechen's face turn a little pale.

Unwilling to look down at Chen Mo, he looked up at Tianzi Yin, "It is true that Luoshui Holy Land lost this battle, but it doesn't mean it's over, it's just the beginning."

"What do you want?" Tianzi Yin looked at Lu Jiechen with some apprehension. Although he is the sky king of the underworld, Lu Jiechen is not bad, he is the Holy Lord of Luoshui Holy Land.

"Hand over the emperor's burial, and from then on, the accounts between Luoshui Holy Land and Chen Mo will be cancelled."

Lu Jiechen said seriously: "I can also treat the death of the Holy Son as never happening."

Lu Jiechen was also a little apprehensive about Emperor Yin, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

As long as you get the emperor's burial from Chen Mo, the future will be long, and you will naturally have a chance to kill Chen Mo.

Yin Tianzi turned his gaze to Chen Mo and asked, "Chen Mo, what do you mean?" "

"I have no opinion."

Although the emperor burial in Chen Mo's hands is terrifying, he just needs to see each other.

It is already lucky to kill someone else's holy son and get the emperor's burial.

Chen Mo is reluctant to hand over the Emperor Tomb now, but he still has the Samsara Sword and the Blood-devouring Sword in his hand. Although the Emperor Tomb can be regarded as a top-grade holy weapon, it may not be suitable for Chen Mo.

Especially by handing over the Emperor Tomb, it would be possible to write off the Luoshui Holy Land. For Chen Mo, this was already the best result. If it really came to the end, Chen Mo might not be able to eat the Luoshui Holy Land.

After all, this time, Chen Mo seemed to have played a big role, but he didn't have the trump card of Tianzi Yin.

Even though Chen Mo's talent is amazing and his combat power is unparalleled, he is not Lu Jiechen's opponent.

"Then hand it over to the Emperor Tomb, and from now on, the relationship between you and the Luoshui Holy Land will be cancelled."

Lu Jiechen reminded again.

However, Chen Mo shook his head and said: "I forgot to tell you, I have to add a condition, the Luoshui Holy Land must be handed over to Yan Qingcheng, otherwise I can't give you the emperor's burial."

"What do you want Yan Qingcheng to do?"

Chen Mo suddenly changed his mind, and Lu Jiechen said angrily: "Yan Qingcheng is a disciple of our Luoshui Holy Land, you, Chen Mo, don't want to be a lion, although I insist on the emperor's burial, but this is not the reason for your request to me .”

"is it?"

Chen Mo smiled slightly, but there was something meaningful in the smile, "If you really don't need the emperor's burial in Luoshui Holy Land, why can the grievances between Luoshui Holy Land and me be written off for the emperor's burial?"

"It's because the Emperor Burial is the weapon in my hand, and I, Lu Jiechen, are willing to let you go."

"So that's how it is." Chen Mo suddenly realized, but Lu Jiechen felt something was wrong with his expression.

Sure enough, the next moment Chen Mo said: "Lu Jiechen, you are also the Holy Lord of Luoshui Holy Land, for the sake of the emperor's burial, disregarding the death of the Holy Son really opened my eyes."

"Could it be that the emperor is ruthless and can abandon everyone for a treasure?"

Chen Mo said this.

Immediately, the powerhouse in Luoshui Holy Land was filled with righteous indignation.

"Little Huangkou, don't talk nonsense. The Holy Lord is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. No matter how big a mistake he makes, it is only a matter of course. Moreover, the emperor's burial is the only holy artifact in the Luoshui Holy Land. In your hand?"

After hearing these words, Chen Mo did not answer, but still looked at Lu Jiechen.

At this moment, Lu Jiechen, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he knew that he was eaten to death by Chen Mo.

Wei Wei nodded, and said: "Yan Qingcheng can be handed over to you, but whether she is willing to go with you is another matter, but you must hand over the emperor tomb."

"That's natural."

With Lu Jiechen's consent, Chen Mo left the emperor's burial on the spot, and then threw the sword blade to Lu Jiechen. As for the hilt, it was originally Chen Mo's treasure.

Why did Chen Mo give it to him?
"Boy, what do you mean?" Lu Jiechen looked furious, and looked at Chen Mo with dissatisfaction, "The reason why I agree with you to write off Luoshui Holy Land is because you still have the other sword of Emperor Burial Handle, but you dare not give it to me?"

Speaking of this, Lu Jiechen turned his eyes to Tianzi Yin, "This kid is playing tricks with me, my imposing Holy Lord of Luoshui Holy Land is not so easy to bully."

The implication is that this is Lu Jiechen's pressure on Tianzi Yin. After all, the reason why Lu Jiechen was able to let Chen Mo go is largely because of Tianzi Yin.

If it weren't for the Yin Tianzi, Chen Mo might have his life in danger, let alone keep the emperor's burial.

"Chen Mo, my Son of Heaven is only responsible for protecting you, but I hope you don't bring me any trouble."

Yin Tianzi said.

Chen Mo nodded and said: "That's natural, of course I, Chen Mo, will try not to cause trouble to you."

"However, on the matter of Qingcheng, I will not take a step back, because this matter is of great importance."

The communication between Chen Mo and Tianzi Yin is completed.

After hearing these words, Lu Jiechen frowned, and said, "I can bring Yan Qingcheng to you, but you must give me the sword hilt of the emperor's funeral. If you don't agree, don't let me stop here."

"can."

Chen Mo finally agreed to this condition, and threw the hilt to Lu Jiechen. The other party did not delay, took out the communication spar on the spot, and contacted Yan Qingcheng.

In less than half a stick of incense time, Yan Qingcheng's figure appeared in the sky. She was wearing a red dress at the moment, and her glamorous and noble temperament made her look extraordinarily good-looking.

But between Yan Qingcheng's eyebrows, there was a touch of sadness.

"Qingcheng, you are a disciple of Luoshui Holy Land, tell me whether you will stay in Luoshui Holy Land or leave with Chen Mo."

As soon as he saw Yan Qingcheng, Lu Jiechen spoke first.

Chen Mo didn't speak, just looked at Yan Qingcheng.

I saw Yan Qingcheng looked awkwardly at Chen Mo, then at Lu Jiechen, and said slowly at the corner of his mouth, "Holy Master, I am willing to stay in Luoshui Holy Land."

When Yan Qingcheng said this, everyone was stunned.

Lu Jiechen quickly came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "You have made such a choice, and you did not let Luoshui Holy Land cultivate you for nothing. From today on, you are the saint of Luoshui Holy Land."

"Thank you, Holy Master." Yan Qingcheng readily agreed, and her every move made Chen Mo even more confused.

He worked so hard to take her away from Luoshui Holy Land.

But Yan Qingcheng didn't explain to Chen Mo, and even agreed to become the saint of Luoshui Holy Land.

All this made Chen Mo feel incredible.

Looking up at Yan Qingcheng, Chen Mo asked, "Qingcheng, why did you agree to Lu Jiechen? Could it be that the saint of Luoshui Holy Land really makes you so greedy?"

"No."

Yan Qingcheng shook her head, looking at Chen Mo with a hint of regret, "Since I joined Luoshui Holy Land, I have always wanted to leave, but now I can't...!"

"Why?" Chen Mo asked.

(End of this chapter)