Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 1027 Waiting for the enemy

"Treat me like this? How did she treat me?" Feng Qingqiong asked.

Elder Feng was speechless for a moment. What should he say?

The master of his own family was suppressed and beaten by the other party. He was seriously injured and one of his arms was cut off. He was completely humiliated.

Elder Feng felt loss of face just thinking about it.

I don’t even want to mention the scene I saw before.

Elder Feng decisively chose to change the subject and said through a message: "Master, do we want to take action on the prize this time?"

Feng Qingqiong gave Elder Feng a cold glance, then sat back on the main seat, his eyes falling on Wen Yun beside him.

This Feng Qingwu substitute should also play a role.

He told Luan Jin before that Feng Qingwu took the things, and now he just needs to make his words come true...

puff! ——

Feng Qingqiong felt a pain in her soul and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Elder Feng Er said nervously. He had always been loyal to Feng Qingqiong, so naturally he didn't want anything to happen to Feng Qingqiong.

"I'm fine." Feng Qingqiong said weakly. He just had the idea of ​​deceiving Luan Jin, but he was counterattacked by the master-servant contract.

At this time, Ye Xingchen announced the next competition, "Yan Moyu from the underworld team challenges Wen Jingjun from the Wen family."

As Ye Xingchen finished speaking, Wen Jingjun and Yan Moyu entered the competition field.

But the scene in the square was dark.

The spectators immediately asked: "Emperor Ye Tian, ​​what is going on?"

Ye Xingchen said seriously: "Yan Moyu is the Ancestor of the Underworld and controls the laws of the entire underworld, so he can also control the mysterious mirror that has the power of the laws."

The spectator said: "Then we won't be able to see the scene inside?"

After Ye Xingchen nodded, he remained silent, as if he didn't intend to explain anything.

The powerful powers in the God Realm were very dissatisfied with this.

In particular, the Wen family was unconvinced and shouted: "This game is all for us to watch, otherwise how would we know what is going on inside? What if someone takes the opportunity to go in and compete for Yan Moyu?"

The spectators from the God Realm also said, "Yes! How do we know if there are any new contestants?"

Ye Xingchen's eyes were calm and he asked, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

"Yes! I have to see it!" A firm voice came from the Wen family.

"Okay." Ye Xingchen made a gesture with his fingertips.

The mysterious mirror above the square flashed a dazzling light.

Then a picture appeared.

The picture was dark.

The whole space is filled with a chilling and cold air.

Two figures stood opposite each other.

The spectators can only see the screen, but cannot hear what both parties say.

Soon, the two inside started fighting.

"Wen Jingjun seemed too feminine before, but now when fighting, he looks a bit majestic and has the demeanor of a cultivator."

"What always feels strange about their fights? I always feel that when Yan Moyu attacks and dodges, the aura around him is too calm. He is a bit calm... not like a cultivator."

"It can be seen that they both want to kill each other."

"Have you never heard that the Wen family has a grudge against the underworld?"

……

on the playing field.

Wen Jingjun attacked several times without even touching the corner of Yan Moyu's clothes.

Wen Jingjun finally said a little angrily: "Yan Moyu, since you want to compete with me, why don't you use your own strength?"

"You're not worthy!" Yan Moyu's eyebrows were naturally cold, and an inadvertent gaze sent chills to Wen Jingjun's bones.

Wen Jingjun's face was instantly distorted. In terms of strength, he was really not as good as Yan Moyu now.

Wen Jingjun's eyes gradually became sinister, "Yan Moyu, Earth Five has returned to the underworld. Do you feel that everything has become smoother? You may not know that the underworld was actually left to Earth Five by Empress Houtu."

"No matter how well you manage the underworld, you will ultimately pave the way for others."

"Yan Moyu, during the battle of the gods, did Empress Houtu not explain anything before she left?"

"Actually, the real book of life and death and the judge's pen have been hidden by Empress Houtu for a long time. Only Diwu knows where they are."

"And the book of life and death and the judge's pen that you guard with your life are both fake."

"Yan Moyu, you, the Ancestor of the Underworld, have been a joke from beginning to end. Are you really willing to do that?"

Wen Jingjun thought that the things he revealed could mess up Yan Moyu's temperament.

"Is that all?" A smile appeared on Yan Moyu's lips, but that smile contained endless murderous intent.

Wen Jingjun was frightened by Yan Moyu at this moment.

Yan Moyu said in a low voice: "Since you have nothing to explain, I will send you on your way."

The next moment, Yan Moyu flicked his wrist, and a five-foot long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword is broad.

The blade of the sword glowed with a scarlet cold light.

Wen Jingjun felt a tremor coming from his soul.

This is the fear of the corrupt power hidden in his body.

His instinct told him that he had to escape and not face that sword.

"I think……"

Wen Jingjun's words stopped abruptly.

The whole person was split in half by Yan Moyu.

The long sword in Yan Moyu's hand instantly transformed into a soul-locking hook.

He flicked the hook slightly, and Wen Jingjun's spirit that left his body was hooked in front of Yan Moyu.

Wen Jingjun's soul roared in pain.

Countless powers of decay overflowed from his soul and headed towards Yan Moyu.

But before they even touched Yan Moyu, their existence was wiped out by a scorching force.

"Yan Moyu, how dare you? Do you know who the forces behind me are?"

"Xuanmen." Yan Moyu said calmly.

Wen Jingjun's soul has now transformed into Su Xingheng's former appearance.

Su Xingheng was shocked and said: "How could you know?"

Yan Moyu smiled sarcastically, "When you dared to plot against me, I knew that Xuanmen was behind you. Otherwise, why do you think I dismissed the judge and Po Meng in advance?"

"By the way, not only do I know that Xuanmen is behind you, I also know that Xuanmen and the Baili family have been colluding for a long time."

"You use the plane as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces to satisfy your ambitions. As long as the chess pieces can be used by you, you will not let them go, even if they are outsiders."

"Su Xingheng, you and the Xuanmen behind you treat all living beings as fools. You don't really think we are fools, do you?"

As soon as Yan Moyu finished speaking, Su Xingheng stopped struggling and allowed his soul to be hooked by Yan Moyu.

Seeing this, Yan Moyu understood that Su Xingheng had no useful information here, and activated the power of the soul locking hook to destroy Su Xingheng's soul.

Su Xingheng noticed what Yan Moyu was going to do.

Immediately activate all the power of decay and summon the mother of decay to come and save him.

In an instant, the dim space was almost like being soaked in ink, making it impossible to see.

"Yan Moyu, you can't kill me!"

"Really?" The soul-locking hook in Yan Moyu's hand transformed into a five-foot sword again.

He stood calmly in the darkness, as if he was born to live in the darkness, holding a sword, like the god of death who had traveled through ancient times.

He is waiting for the enemy to come.