[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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Ye Qing realized later: "That's right!"

     He threw the rope.

     All the disciples of Guiyuanzong were short of breath, and their expressions were extremely excited: "—Could it be that in the spring of the third year of Tianshou, who protected Jing Qian, Zheng Yiming and other senior brothers, and tied up the ghost prince? That person looks ordinary and looks like a bundle of hemp The rope is actually an extremely powerful artifact?"

     A long list of prefixes.

     All the disciples of Guiyuanzong had heard of the magic weapon of binding the immortal rope.

     In the spring of the third year of Tianshou, during the few days when white flowers floated all over the city, in the Soul Refining Hall on the outskirts of Yunzhou City, on the night when the dead returned to their souls, Demon Lord Jiyuan summoned more than a hundred children under his knees, causing a grand spectacle of ghosts walking at night. Several senior brothers were bound by female ghosts, and Gui Yuanzong's disciples had nowhere to go. They were all trapped in graves, and their lives were also hanging by a thread. The little junior brother who was only three and a half years old back then, hadn't worshiped the immortal gate yet, so he sacrificed the immortal rope to reverse the defeat.

     Is history about to repeat itself?

     The disciples of Guiyuanzong forgot their fear, held their breath and concentrated, their eyes opened wide with excitement.

     WTF?

     Disciple Yun Zhongque looked blank.

     Lu Qiyuan was equally perplexed. With a sweep of his consciousness, he was sure that the bundle of ropes in Ye Qing's hand was not some unparalleled magic weapon, but an ordinary hemp rope. Grabbing a large bundle at once does not have the powerful power that the disciples of Guiyuanzong said.

     But what happened next surprised him.

     I saw Ye Qing throwing the rope.

     It's just a hemp rope, how could it be able to deal with Moxiu!

     Feeling the absurdity, Lu Qiyuan felt nervous about Ye Qing. In his eyes, Ye Qing was the embodiment of weakness, and he wished he could give up his life to protect her. He had fought against Mingzhang, and the difference in realm was like a chasm. Demon cultivators at the transformation stage had the power to quench their bodies, and one finger was enough to crush them to death.

     But he didn't expect that when Ye Qing tied the fairy rope and hit it, the magic cultivator's hands were covered upright, and the true energy that could do whatever he wanted, seemed to be enveloped by some powerful magic weapon, and the murderous aura that was soaring to the sky would dissipate as soon as it gathered. Moxiu roared unwillingly, "This--what magic weapon is this so powerful that I am helpless?"

     At the same time, the powerful Moxiu twisted his body vigorously, as if he wanted to break free from the rope, but encountered a magical situation that was difficult to explain clearly: the more he struggled, the soft and lifeless rope not only did not loosen, but bound him even more firmly. over him.

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     Now it was the turn of disciple Yun Zhongque's pupil to quake.

     They have slain countless demons and demons in their lives, and have seen all kinds of anti-magic scenes. They have already been mentally prepared, but the tens of seconds when the fairy ropes appeared on the stage still broke their humble cognition.

     In the eyes of this group of young monks, Mingzhang, a demon cultivator in the transformation stage, is like a clumsy actor who actively sent his head to the circle of the fairy rope, as if the rope was not tight enough, and tied himself up .