"You don't? Then how do you explain this? How do you explain this? This is the soul of the third brother, this is the third brother. If you refine their souls, you must have refine their souls!"

"I haven't refined them, I haven't refined their souls, I haven't!"

"The evidence is conclusive, are you still quibbling? This is the soul of the third brother. You have refined the soul of the third brother!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue's body surged, his eyes were red, and he grabbed Yang Zhijiu's collar, as if he was about to punch him.

"I don't have it, I don't have it at all. Their souls are nothing to do with me!" Yang Zhijiu roared without a master, insisting on his last persistence.

At this moment, Yan Chuan took a step and inserted into the dispute between the two: "You have not trained, where are the souls of your seven brothers?"

"I haven't trained, their souls are all in the 'Yin-Healing Ghost Pool' in my father's Maori Palace. I really don't have...!" Yang Zhijiu, who had no master of the six gods, suddenly shouted at Yan Chuan's insertion.

But halfway through shouting, Yang Zhijiu was a spirit suddenly awakened. Not only Yang Zhijiu, but the Holy Son of Gu Yue was also a spirit, and suddenly woke up a lot.

"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

There was an uproar in the hall! At this moment, everyone looked at Yang Zhijiu, Gu Yue Saint Son, and the seven souls, still alive?

Yan Chuan's face showed a victory smile. Mo Yuxi grabbed Yan Chuan's sleeve and trembled. If it weren't for the Wu family hall, she would have jumped up and cheered.

Once the seven souls come out, all lies will be destroyed without attacking them! Mo Yuxi is innocent and clear in the world.

Mr. Wen Ruo showed an excited smile and looked at Yan Chuan, showing admiration.

The five major sect leaders were stunned, and then they were all angry and embarrassed. All their sons were dead, and the seven children of Daojun Maori were still alive? Did Daojun Maori deliberately?

The five major sect masters looked at the Taoist Lord Maori hatred.

Daojun, the body of Mao Ri, almost stood firm. His tight body seemed to be discharged in an instant. He was extremely bitter.

The hall was hustle and the case was almost unfair. It was not Mo Yuxi's hand, but Mo Yuxi was wronged.

Shangguan Wan'er showed a hint of excitement, looked at Yan Chuan, Mo Yuxi, and turned to the head of the hall, Jing Zhao.

A trace of light flashed in Jing Zhao's eyes and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, Jing Zhao was not looking at Mo Yuxi, but Yan Chuan who controlled the overall situation in his defense just now. That atmosphere and emotional grasp had reached its extreme!

PS: Another 4,000-word chapter, today's eight thousand words, it's considered a small explosion! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!