1770 Punishment 3

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He hastily revealed his identity in the upper realm.

Of course, because he was distracted while speaking, he received several sword strikes, one of which almost took off his arm!

But Di Fuyi didn't seem to hear, and slightly curled his thin lips.

He has never been threatened by anyone in his life! Anyway, he only has three months left to live. During these three months, he still needs to train the new saint. The time is very tight. Even people from the upper realm dare not touch him...

People in the upper realm are also afraid of the way of heaven, and they are also afraid of being retaliated by the way of heaven...

This Long Moyan started to be attached to power before he took the seat of Dai Shengzun. Once he was really in power, he would probably treat Gu Xijiu as a stumbling block and get rid of him.

Even if he didn't dare to get rid of Gu Xijiu explicitly due to the arrangements of the Heavenly Dao, but if he kept Gu Xijiu in captivity, he would be allowed by the Heavenly Dao if he came to coerce the emperor to command the princes.

Such a person must not be kept, otherwise Gu Xijiu will be in trouble in the future, maybe he will become the second Heavenly Demon, causing another bloodbath in this continent——

Once Di Fuyi made a murderous attempt, even a god would not be able to stop it!

He urged the sword formation to become more urgent!

Gu Xijiu suddenly said: "Don't kill him, you can't be punished by heaven—"

"It's okay, now the Dao of Heaven can't do anything to me, leaving him alone will bring disaster to you." Di Fuyi's voice was calm.

While speaking, one of Long Moyan's arms was gone...

With one hand left, he dashed left and right in the sword formation, like a trapped beast about to be slaughtered by a hunter, his face was white and full of despair...

"I will not harm her!" Long Moyan shouted: "I will never cause her any trouble! If you don't believe me, I swear!"

"I don't believe in oaths, but I believe in dead people. People will live in peace after death." Di Fuyi's voice was flat, and the words he said were frighteningly cold.

Long Mo said: "..."

After such a short delay, one of his feet disappeared...

Unable to stand any longer, he fell to the ground with a thud, and watched countless cold swords attacking him——

Three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

He has nowhere to hide!

The shadow of death hung over his head, he closed his eyes in despair!

The imagined Wan Jian Chuan Xin did not come, his heart moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Xijiu standing beside Di Fuyi, and she pressed Di Fuyi's fingers with one hand.

So those hundreds of swords were just hanging above Long Moyan's head, and they would fall down at any time.

Long Moyan froze and did not dare to move.

"You make an oath." Gu Xijiu said, her voice was cold and crisp. The little hand held one of Di Fuyi's fingers, and this finger was exactly for pinching.

Long Moyan's eyes lit up, and he also knew that this was his only chance to survive, so he immediately made a poisonous oath: "I, Long Moyan, will never do Gu Xijiu any harm and never take revenge on anyone. If you break this oath, let I suffered from being cut into my heart by thousands of knives, and I was sent to the eighteenth level of hell forever."

When the oath is exported, thunder rolls across the sky, which means the oath is established.

After taking the oath, he looked at Di Fuyi with hope: "Now, the Holy One can rest assured?"

The smile on the corners of Di Fuyi's lips didn't know whether it was a mockery or a smile: "I barely believe you once, but you imprisoned the new Holy One without authorization and poisoned her, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven—"

Before the words fell to the ground, his sword fell with lightning...

...

Long Moyan didn't leave as he wished, he was crippled by Di Fuyi and thrown directly into his bamboo house.