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  Don't worry, the delicate makeup of the bride with a pale face is breathtakingly beautiful.

  She grasped the red embroidered canopy of the mandarin duck boat with one hand, ignoring the imposing aura of the man in red, her eyes fixed intently on Hua Qian Shu, her voice having an unusual ethereal quality: "Qian Shu, is all this real?"

  Hua Qian Shu gazed at Mo You who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and pursed her lips.

  "You're saying, you're saying that the Flowers' family voluntarily arranged this marriage, and all these years of interacting with me were just to investigate the Nine Heavens Dan Scripture?" Mo You's chest heaved violently.

  Hua Qianmu gazed at the red blur in front of her, its intense heat like a flame, and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded slightly.

  That gentle nod was like a thousand-pound hammer, heavily striking Mo You's heart.

  Her face had lost all its color, and her expression was eerily calm, but to others, it seemed like a volcano that could erupt at any moment: "No wonder you always casually ask about my sister's affairs. Is everything because of the Jiuxiao Dan book?"

  Qian Shu saw the flowers and remained silent, her eyes welling up with tears. Her voice was barely audible: "Then... did you ever really like me?"

  What Hua Qian Shu said or didn't say, nobody knew anymore, because at this moment the red-clothed man suddenly burst out laughing, the air in the hall was swirling and eddying, whirlpools appearing and disappearing.

  "Haha, you're talking about that girl named Mo Xiu, right? I've already used my Soul Searching Technique on her, and now her soul has scattered. That's why I'm certain that the Jiuxiao Dan book really did come from your Mo family. So, have you thought it through carefully? Are you going to hand it over or not?" The red-clothed man's tone was growing increasingly impatient.

  "Angrily! You this demon head, I'll fight you to the end——" Mo Lao Liu's body moved and he was about to rush up.

  "Sixth Brother!" Mo Dashi pressed down on Mo Lao Liu, his head bowed to the ground as he said: "Senior, our Mo family really hasn't recovered the Jiuxiao Dan scripture. We hope you will show mercy..."

  His hands slipped into his sleeves, but secretly manipulated the spell. The red-robed man saw that his technique was not like a righteous person, and couldn't help but prepare for the worst.

  The patience of the red-robed man finally disappeared, and with a wave of his hand, the white flag rose. The black light fell into the crowd, and immediately, wails of despair erupted from all directions.

  "Seventh Brother!" Mo Qingchen bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out. Mo Xiaoseven was like a dead fish that had been pulled ashore, his eyes wide open in death, truly not closing them even in death!

  "Third Brother, we're going all out against this demon head!" Mo Lao Liu finally couldn't hold back, and he struck at the red-robed man with his magic weapon.

  The red-clothed man waved a white flag, and it was as if he had an infinite suction power that absorbed the flying magic tools. Immediately afterwards, a black light entered Mo Lao Liu's chest. Before Mo Lao Liu could even finish his sentence, the proud foundation-building cultivator ended up dying with regret.

  Mo Dashi understood that things had gone beyond redemption and loudly said: "Everyone disperse."

  As soon as the words fell, his clothes puffed up, and without any wind, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed frantically into Mo Da's body.

  The red-clothed man, who had been reaping lives with the white flag in his hand like a god of death, changed color slightly: "Not good, he's going to self-destruct! Disciple, those people are yours now, don't let one escape!"

  The man in red said, and with a wave of his hand, a white banner flew out and soared towards the direction of Mo Da Shan.

  Mo Dashi ignored the white flag that was getting closer and closer, his body swelling up like a balloon filled with air.

  The red-robed man's face grew even more solemn. To know that a cultivator's self-destruction was extremely terrifying, even if he had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage could still be injured by his own explosion. So he couldn't help but be cautious in dealing with him.

  At this moment, a yellow light flew out of Huajian Tree's hand and rushed straight to the outside of the hall. He looked at the Mo family members who were fleeing in all directions, his feet motionless, but his face was filled with mixed emotions of sadness and joy.

  Mo Qingchen followed the crowd running out, but was pulled back by his grandfather. At this moment, he heard a chorus of cries: "It's no good, we can't get out!"

  The Mo family members were shocked and stopped in their tracks, staring at the patriarch who was suddenly confronting the red-clothed man with a surge of momentum. They looked at Hua Qian Shu standing in the hall with his white clothes fluttering, and someone shouted: "Everyone, let's go together! First kill this wolf-hearted and dog-lunged person!"

  The young men of the Mo family rushed towards the direction of Hua Qian Shu, while the women tightly protected the children behind them.

  The red-clothed man's hands moved swiftly, casting a series of spells. The white banner in the air suddenly expanded and flew even faster towards Mo Dashi Mountain. He had to trap him before he self-destructed, without harming his life. He must find out where the Jiuxiao Dan book was hidden by questioning him.

  Mo Dashi gazed at the white flag getting closer and closer, his eyes flashing with despair, anger, and helplessness. His mouth then curled up into a strange arc, and a yellow light shot out, enveloping Hu Tou and Mo Ran in an instant. The yellow light dissipated, and Hu Tou and Mo Ran vanished into thin air.

  All this happened in an instant, and Mo Dashan looked at the direction where the two disappeared, bursting into loud laughter.

  At this time, the white banner had arrived in front of him, like a silver snake binding him, Mo Daxian suddenly felt that his spiritual power was completely gone, and he was no different from an ordinary person.

  "What is that yellow light?" the red-robed man asked in a stern voice.

  Mo Dashi let out a cold laugh, as the saying goes, a camel that has starved to death is still bigger than a horse. After all, the Mo family had once been glorious, and although some of their precious objects and secret methods had dwindled with time, they would always leave behind one or two things.

  Just now he suddenly surged in momentum, causing the red-clothed man to mistakenly think that he was self-destructing. In fact, he had deployed a secret technique. Although deploying this secret technique would cause great damage to his cultivation, it could tear through space-time and transport designated people over.

  With his ability, he can transport at most two people. Hu Tou and Mo Ran Yi are both double-spirited roots, with excellent qualifications. He has managed to preserve some of the Mo family's bloodline. If one day the two of them succeed in their cultivation, the blood of my Mo family will not be shed in vain.

  Mo Daxian coldly smiled without speaking, the red-clothed man furrowed his brow. As for that yellow light, whether it was a secret technique or a treasure used by the Mo family's patriarch, he wasn't clear. However, based on experience, he could infer that it must have had the function of teleporting people.

  I originally planned to kill off the entire Mo family, leaving only the clan leader to interrogate carefully, but I didn't expect this mistake, cutting grass without removing the roots, endless troubles ahead.

  The man in red robes said coldly, "Will you speak or not? If you don't, I'll use the Soul Searching Technique!"

  "Haha, Demon Head, you act without any scruples, using the vicious Soul Searching Technique at will. Don't you fear heavenly retribution?" Mo Dashan asked with a mocking tone, not showing any signs of his previous humble and submissive demeanor.

  "Hmph, you don't need to worry about this, at least it's not me who died." The red-robed man said, stretching out a pair of large hands towards Mo Dashi.

  But Mo Dashi's face suddenly appeared a sly smile, and then his eyes and mouth gushed out a large amount of blood, and the whole person slowly fell down.

  "How detestable! Others can read normally:!" The red-clothed man's footsteps paused, saying with a hateful tone.

  At this time, Hana Chizuru, who was surrounded by the crowd, had an unknown defensive artifact protecting her body, and she was unscathed. However, the artifact gradually dimmed and lost its light, finally falling to the ground with a clang.

  Everyone's face lit up with joy, just about to rush forward when they were shocked and horrified to discover that the dark lights, like the scythe of the god of death, were dancing in the sky.

  "Grandfather, Patriarch Grandfather he——" Mo Qingchen hid behind Mo Danyan, witnessing Mo Xiaosi's death with his own eyes. The uncles and elders surrounded Hua Qianshu, Hu Tou and Mo Ranyi disappeared without a trace. Until the pillar of the Mo family, Patriarch Mo Dashan fell to the ground, he finally couldn't help but pull on Mo Danyan's sleeve.

  It was strange that Mo Daxian remained motionless at this critical moment, seemingly unaware.

  As the cries of despair echoed, those familiar figures fell one by one. Mo Qingchen was horrified to discover that the scene before him, like a purgatory on earth, was gradually overlapping with the dream he had many days ago.

  Everything in front of her seemed to blur, and the huge fear and sadness gripped Mo Qingchen's heart tightly. She could only grasp Grandpa's hand desperately like a drowning person, and only the warmth on Grandpa's hand could make her icy cold heart remember to breathe.

  The sound of children crying came over, it was the cries of Xiao Shi, Xiao San and Mo Ning Rou.

  Phoenix coronet and tassels, dressed up like every worldly one about to step into the flower sedan chair, starting a beautiful marriage, there is no difference in Mo worry, red clothes like fire, white hands holding swords, silently stabbing towards Huajian tree.

  The white clothes on the body of Huajian were stained with blood, and she bit her lip as she stared at the approaching sword. The emerald flute in her hand emitted a green light that struck the sword, then continued to rush towards Moyou.

  That sword is nothing but a low-grade artifact, how can it withstand the attack of your own Green Whirlwind?

  Huā Qiān Shù lightly sighed, flipped the green flute in his hand, and brought it to his lips to blow out a mournful and sorrowful tune.

  "All along, Worry has always wanted to hear you play a tune, I thought it would be on our wedding night, but unexpectedly it was ahead of schedule..." Mo Worry's expression seemed happy yet not happy, and he said faintly, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

  The bright red wedding dress was like the most beautiful flower, slowly blooming on the cool bluestone ground. A slender wrist extended from the wide sleeve of her clothes and quietly rested at the foot of the Flower Thousand Tree.

  Hua Qian Shu put away his jade flute and silently walked past.

  "Mother——" Mo Yuqi's hoarse voice echoed in the hall.

  The black light ruthlessly rushed towards Mo Yuqi, while Mo Ba on the side suddenly hugged Mo Yuqi and dodged to the side. However, his body stiffened, and another black light silently entered his back, taking away another life.

  Mo Yuqi hadn't even had time to shout, her mouth opened wide, she lowered her head and looked at her chest, a blood hole burst open, fresh blood gushing out.

  Why is it that among the Mo family children, the exceptionally talented Mo Feiyan, even if she caused great trouble, was protected by the entire clan and taken in as a disciple by a high-ranking master of the Condensing Dan stage? Can Hu Tou and Mo Ran Yi leave this mortal purgatory in time?

  But as for myself, I could only watch as Father and Mother died, then followed closely behind them in death. Is it because of my own inferior innate talent?

  Mo Yuqi subconsciously glanced at Mo Qingchen in the last moment, and a sense of sympathy rose in her heart. Little Sixteen, no matter how hard you try, even if you make contributions to the Mo family, in the end, you will still be the one who is abandoned.

  "It didn't hurt." Mo Yuqi muttered these four words as she fell backwards, staring at the black light flying towards Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchen stared at the incoming black light, subconsciously taking a step forward, and the red protective bead on her wrist suddenly burst. Her throat was parched, and a mouthful of hot blood sprayed onto the falling blue bead flower.

  Mo Qingchen subconsciously reached out to grab the pearl flower, and then a white light flashed. Only managed to see Third Uncle and Third Aunt pinning Mo Ningru down before losing consciousness.