It's effortless to deal with.

Just a moment.

Crackling...

The skull was reduced to ashes in the fire!

puff……

The empire's borders are thousands of miles away.

In the filthy and dark underground space, the old monk sitting cross-legged spat out a mouthful of blood again.

The old monk's mung bean-sized eyeballs opened and he stared at the scene in mid-air.

A girl whose face was blackened by lightning, and a mythical beast called the Phoenix!

good very good!

The old monk's skinny body stood up from the futon.

The skull bells hung around the waist made a jingling sound...

In the blood pool behind him, waves of blood surged, and one blood ball after another was suspended in the air.

ready!

Imperial College Inner Temple.

As the skull turned into ashes.

Most of the strong and pungent blood in the air had dissipated.

It's over, it's completely over...

Murong Qianyue's body softened and she collapsed on the ground.

His eyes were empty and despairing!

She felt like all the life in her body was draining away.

Two consecutive puppet masters were destroyed in her hands. Now, she is the abandoned son of the demon master...

No more puppet skulls.

Murong Qianyue, whose spiritual power was sealed, could not pose a threat.

Elder Qingyun's gaze fell on her deeply: "Murong Qianyue, you were controlled by a monster and lost your true nature. Have you ever done anything harmful to nature?"

Murong Qianyue's pupils shrank and she shook her head subconsciously.

"No, I have never done anything harmful to nature. I am also a victim. I was forced!"

Mu Qianqian on the side showed a sneer on her face.

"Murong Qianyue, do you dare to swear to God that you weren't the one who killed Murong Qian?"

There was a loud roar!

Murong Qian came out with three words.

Murong Qianyue was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning, her face full of disbelief!

Murong Qian!

How did she know Murong Qian?

That woman is obviously too dead to die...

The body was trapped in the underground space for three years and no one knew!

"Are you talking about the talented heir to the Murong Mansion, Murong Qian, who was offered an olive branch by our Imperial College but declined?"

Elder Qingyun's expression suddenly darkened, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Qianqian.

That proud man of heaven was an olive branch thrown by him personally, and he was also his favorite disciple.
Chapter completed!