"I, thank you for your kindness!"

The immortal genius doctor was overjoyed and excitedly received the imperial edict, feeling a sense of light and brightness.

Originally, he thought that his reputation would be destroyed today and he was beaten to death.

Unexpectedly, Yang Tian descended from the sky and brought an imperial edict.

Now that this imperial edict is equivalent to having a talisman.

Who dares to touch him?

"Yang Tian, ​​you can't take this person away. He killed my son, I want him to pay his life!"

Qian Wanguan roared.

"Rareless, how can you let the person you want to reward by the emperor?

It was cold and cold in the sun.

"Head Qian, I feel very sorry for the death of the son, but this matter has nothing to do with me. With my old miracle doctor's medical skills, there is no one that cannot be cured. If you want to blame me, you can only blame him!"

The old-age doctor pointed at Zhan Wuque, "If he hadn't made trouble again and again and deliberately interrupted me to apply injections, the son wouldn't have died unexpectedly!"

"You fart!"

Qian Wanguan's eyes were red with anger, "The evidence is as strong as a mountain. You still have the face to argue. You are a liar, and you have cured me to death!"

"Master Qian, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Don't rely on your son's death," said the old miracle doctor.

"If you want to blame, just blame your son for having such a disaster. He is born with a short life!"

Seeing that the old miracle doctor was useless, he simply broke up.

Anyway, he has the imperial edict to protect him, so he will go to the Daxia imperial capital in a while. Even if Qian Wanguan is angry, how can he do anything to him?

"Damn it!"

Qian Wanguan's chest was so angry that his chest was about to explode.

"Master Qian, you must ensure your health and don't go with your son, hahaha!"

Yang Tian laughed loudly, waved his hand, and disappeared from the spot with the immortal doctor.

"Damn it!"

Qian Wanguan's qi and blood attacked the heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"father!"

Qian Pengfei hurried forward and supported Qian Wanguan.

"I'm fine, Pengfei, I'll issue a chase order immediately. I want this liar to land!"

Qian Wanguan has never been as angry as he is today.

"Master, it's all my fault for believing in the villain," Qian Wanguan's face was full of pain and knelt down at Zhan Wuque.

"It's not your fault," Zhan Wuque sighed and helped him up.

The so-called cause must have results.

Every drink and peck, there will be a destiny.

Qian Duoduo insisted on fighting against him, and then he pushed himself into the abyss step by step, and no one could save him.

Qian Wanguan trembled his hands and closed Qian Duoduo's eyes with a sad expression, "Pengfei, now you will prepare for Duoduo's funeral immediately. Dad wants to bury him for the glory."

"yes."

Qian Pengfei turned around and left with complicated eyes.

That night, the Feng family was hung with white lanterns.

Room.

Zhan Wuque looked at Mo Xie, "How is the injury on his body?"

"It's not a big deal, I just suffered some minor injuries," Mo Xie replied, "Yang Tian is very strong and he is ruthless in action. Fortunately, I, Mo Xie, are not a person who is famous for being a false name. I dodge it in time, otherwise I will definitely be severely injured."

"Take it!"

Zhan Wuque threw a bottle of elixir for Mo Xie.

Mo Xie opened his eyes and his eyes trembled, "Fifth-level top-grade pill?"

"This is the Emperor's Pill, even if it is effective for half-step martial spirit powerful people, you can use it to practice."

Zhan Wuque said lightly.

"Why do you give me a pill?"

Mo Xie felt a little complicated.

His soul blood was taken away by Zhan Wuque. Zhan Wuque wanted him to live, and he would live. Zhan Wuque wanted him to die, and he would die.

Zhan Wuque could have completely used him as a slave, but now he has given such an expensive pill.

This Emperor Pill is now in Pingding City. Who doesn’t know?

It has been hyped to a sky-high price, and it is hard to find a pill.

Mo Xie just opened the elixir bottle and saw that there were a total of ten elixirs in the bottle!

Ten Emperor Pills!

Mo Xie was very confused about how precious elixir Zhan Wuque would give him such a precious elixir.

"This is also a kind of compensation for you," Zhan Wuque said slowly, "The reason why Yang Tian made such a heavy hand on you is obviously because of me."

"It's all because of me that he forced himself to break into the Qian family and beat up the two guardian stone beasts at the Qian family."

Linglong, who heard this, couldn't help but frowned, "Yang Tian is really petty. He is like a woman. He actually takes revenge on his own. He is still a handsome tiger and is in the seventh rank."

"Yes," Zhan Wuque nodded, "This man is indeed narrow-minded and unforgivable. You must act carefully when you are alone in the future. The hatred between me and him is far from over."

Yang Tian was severely injured by Zhan Wuque's counterattack that day and almost died. Since then, the two of them have completely formed a grudge.

This person will not be eliminated for a day, and Zhan Wuque will not be at ease.

Because of Yang Tian, ​​he feels like he uses any means to achieve his goal.

It can be seen from killing Mo Ye without any scruples.

Yang Tian has a very strong murderous intent. Anyone who has a grudge against him, as well as his relatives and friends, will be killed mercilessly by him.

Zhan Wuque was worried that he would be anxious.

But now, it is still difficult for him to kill Yang Tian.

The only thing that can be dealt with by Yang Tian is the fragments of the artifact.

But after what happened last time, Yang Tian was already prepared for it, and it was afraid it would be difficult to kill one blow.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wuque had a headache.

He was stuck at the bottleneck of King Wu and could not break through for a long time, which led to his extremely limited improvement in combat power. Now there is only one way.

That is the eighteen levels of hell.

The Eighteenth Hell is now under ban.

The demon souls of two sixth-level monsters were suppressed on the third level.

As long as the fourth layer is forged, all problems will be solved.

The two sixth-level demon souls are both the remains of ancient monster beasts. I think even if they are not Yang Tian’s opponents, they will have the strength to fight.

What's more, as long as the fourth level of hell is forged, hell can absorb evil spirits again.

Now there are only the first three levels of the eighteenth level hell, which are refined by the Thousand Soul Banner’s refining technique, and can only accommodate 9,999 evil spirits.

As long as you find the refining technique of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and forge the fourth level of hell, you can accommodate 99,999 evil spirits, and the number is ten times higher!

By then, the power of "Six Paths of Reincarnation" will definitely increase by a huge amount, and the speed of soul recovery can also be significantly improved.

The more he recovers his soul power, the stronger he becomes, and the probability of using artifact fragments to kill the powerful martial spirit master will also increase.

But the only thing that made Zhan Wuque distressed was that he had not found out about Guixuzhai people who had been here in Pingding City for so long.

However, when Zhan Wuque felt relieved when he thought that Guixuzhai was an evil force that everyone hated.

Even if a warrior from Guixuzhai appears in Pingding City, he will definitely be in the dark and will not show up easily, nor will he reveal his identity.

"Mo Ye, you go down first, Linglong, stay," Zhan Wuque said.

"yes."

Mo Xie had no expression on his face and turned around and pushed open the door and left.
Chapter completed!