At this moment!

Zhang Qinghe was like an angry lion, exuding an indescribable terrifying power!

When a man fights for his loved ones, he will be invincible!

And when this man is still a father, he is truly... fearless and omnipotent!

Ye Wuque's arrival, Ye Wuque's opening, Ye Wuque's identity and status, all brought new hope to Zhang Qinghe.

This is a person who was originally drunk and dreaming, preparing for this life, but now he has regained motivation!

For his daughter, he stood up again.

He chose to believe in Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque looked at the desperate and crazy flames in Zhang Qinghe's bloody eyes, without speaking or saying much, but just gently pointed out with one finger!

Buzz!

A spiritual power surged from the fingertips and poured into Zhang Qinghe's forehead.

Zhang Qinghe instinctively wanted to resist, but the next moment he relaxed himself and accepted Ye Wuque's spiritual power.

This spiritual power immediately entered Zhang Qinghe's spiritual space, and then disappeared.

After doing all this, Ye Wuque said lightly: "I see your intention."

"I can't make any promises to you."

"But I can be sure of one thing, there may be a great relationship between the things I want to investigate and Zhang Yaxin."

"So, if there is really a need for you, I will not be polite."

"Correspondingly, if the truth comes out one day, you will know everything."

Ye Wuque's words were very simple and sounded a little ambiguous, but in Zhang Qinghe's ears, it made him more convinced!

If Ye Wuque boasted and took on a lot of things, Zhang Qinghe would not believe it. Now this statement is more convincing.

"Thank you... Lord Ye!"

Zhang Qinghe clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Ye Wuque.

"Everything is still unclear now, you just need to continue to be yourself as usual, don't show any flaws, and wait patiently."

"I understand."

Zhang Qinghe nodded immediately, he naturally understood the meaning of Ye Wuque's words.

Continue to be that drunkard who lives a life of drunkenness and dreams, and continue to play the role of the past self.

Ye Wuque nodded gently.

Then he turned and left, and his figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

On the land of Xuanmai.

Ye Wuque walked forward slowly, and no one saw him.

At this moment, he was reviewing every word of Zhang Qinghe.

Under the perception of the power of the soul, Ye Wuque could be sure that Zhang Qinghe did not lie, and it was impossible for him to lie in front of him.

From Zhang Qinghe's words, Ye Wuque found some key points.

Zhang Yaxin's existence was deliberately erased by someone in some way.

Tamper with other people's memories!

Dilute all traces of Zhang Yaxin!

Use the environment to squeeze individuals.

The time, place, and people are all occupied.

In the end, Zhang Yaxin completely "disappeared", as if she had never appeared.

When most people regard lies as the truth, then the only one who knows the truth will become a lie.

This is a terrible but extremely lethal method!

Simple and direct.

Brutal and effective!

Ye Wuque asked himself.

If it was him, with the advantage of occupying the overall environment, tampering with memories, even the memories of the true gods of the legendary realm, this kind of thing, relying on the great perfection of the soul cultivation of the Great Sun Realm, plus the cultivation of the Wind and Fire Great Disaster Realm, it would not be difficult to do it.

Then the question is!

What role do the nine chiefs of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance play in this?

What about the supreme leader?

As soon as he thought of this, Pan'er, who was bound and imprisoned on the roof of the ancestral hall, and the appearance of a skinny old man appeared in Ye Wuque's mind again.

And Pan'er is the daughter of the leader!

"This skinny old man has the conditions to do all this..."

Ye Wuque's speculation about the skinny old man became more certain.

"But now the leader and the chief are still in Tianya Pass and have not returned. Many things cannot be figured out. There are still mysteries in this."

As for Zhang Qinghe?

This is a natural ally.

What's more, he is a real legendary realm, which is also a force.

The appearance of Zhang Qinghe also happened to meet the needs of Ye Wuque, who had just become the Great Soul Saint of Dark Star Realm, for some things, and he was a good test target.

Of course, Ye Wuque would not believe others based on one-sided words, so he left soul means in Zhang Qinghe's soul space to be on the safe side.

"Fang Qingyang escaped from the Ancient Alliance and died in a foreign land, a miserable end."

"Zhang Yaxin disappeared inexplicably, and no one knows whether she is dead or alive."

"The traces of the existence of these two people have been deliberately erased, and they are no longer mentioned in the Ancient Alliance."

"Then the remaining Yang Yunlang of the Star Vein is in the same situation as expected."

"All traces were deliberately erased, and no one can see him alive or dead."

"These three people must have some unknown common points, and what conditions they met, so they were targeted and suffered a miserable end."

"Common points..."

"His real target..."

Ye Wuque muttered to himself.

But the next moment, he raised his eyes and looked at a place in front of him. At the end of his sight, the Xuanmai Sacrifice Hall stood there quietly.

"Perhaps the contents of that nameless tablet can provide new clues..."

Soon, Ye Wuque appeared at the door of the sacrificial hall again.

The bronze door stood tall, and the mysterious beast shadow with closed eyes on it also existed, lifelike.

At this moment, Ye Wuque's soul power had already spread out, covering the entire Xuanmai.

In the eyes of all Xuanmai disciples, everything was normal, and the sacrificial hall was still closed as before.

No one could see what Ye Wuque was doing now.

Slowly stepping out, Ye Wuque walked directly to the ten feet in front of the bronze door.

Buzz! !

The mysterious beast shadow on the bronze door suddenly opened its eyes as Ye Wuque approached, and the huge blood pupil looked directly at him.

A blood vein shone directly on Ye Wuque's body, rolling.

Immediately, a low roar full of murderous aura and majesty resounded!

"Authorization detection..."

"Quasi-spiritual son Ye Wuque!"

"Authorized to enter!"

"Welcome to the sacrificial hall!"

Hearing this roar again, Ye Wuque looked at the bronze door in front of him that was roaring and slowly opening, his face calm.

The dust was blowing in his face, and Ye Wuque stepped into it slowly, his figure disappearing into a dark passage.

The bronze door that had been opened closed again as Ye Wuque entered.

In front of the sacrificial hall,

many Xuanmai disciples walked by, but did not find anything unusual, and no one heard the roar of the mysterious beast shadow that just sounded.

At the same time,

Ye Wuque's flesh and blood clone was still attracting attention in the ancient alliance, attracting everyone's attention, and the atmosphere was warm.