Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 125

On the official road of Xueyue City, a ray of red turned into a stream of light.

The afterimage is like a blooming mandala, enveloping a young man.

The purple-red mist is rumbling, and the refreshing fragrance can be smelled clearly for dozens of meters nearby.

But what is horrifying is that the nearby flowers and trees seem to have been destroyed by something, but they withered in a blink of an eye.

In an inn about three to five miles away from here.

The shopkeeper suddenly narrowed his eyes and his face darkened.

And the other bearded man roared in a low voice as if he couldn't help it.

"Damn it, but at this time, there is actually a fight!!"

Several other old men who were dressed as diners laughed when they heard this.

"After all, I did it once. Thinking about it now, it's just a little bit earlier, it's just a little bit later, it doesn't matter!"

"That's right, if it's a wheel battle, we won't suffer!!"

"There are two other brothers, and now it will take a while to recover. It is a good thing for us if Patriarch Mu can delay it! Isn't it because of this reason that the patriarch agreed to go ahead with Patriarch Mu!"

Hearing this, the people around narrowed their eyes. They were still wondering why Su Changhe let Mu Yumo leave at this critical moment!
Didn't expect there to be such an arrangement.

Looking at the calm Su Changhe, the elders of Wushuang City and Tang Sect felt cold. They all said that the dark river was cold-blooded. What they saw today made them feel a little chilled.

As one of the pillars of the underground river, the Mu family has the same status as the Su family and the Xie family.

They still don't know whether Mu Yumo's departure was voluntary, or if the patriarch did it on purpose.

"Old Mrs. Tang's enlightenment!!"

Su Changhe didn't deny it, and his tone suddenly became a little indifferent.

In this battle that is about to start, there are actually not so many choices, just like now, one of them must go to hold the little Taoist priest back.

Mu Yumo's trip also has his considerations, after all, Mu Yumo still holds a trump card in his hand, Yilian Youmeng's antidote, if the other party really has scruples, he will not make a deadly move.

If it were someone else, the ending would have been doomed long ago.

"Yilian Youmeng!! It's really a good thing!"

Old Master Tang glanced at Su Changhe and let out a long sigh.

As an old monster who has been in charge of the Tang Sect for decades, his thoughts are deeper than others, and he can see a lot of things. He even guessed some of Mu Yumo's plans.

Su Changhe nodded with a half-smile, and he was not surprised that the old man could see this aspect.
On the other side, above the official road, a bewitching flower is in full bloom.

Outside this giant flower, a girl looked solemn.

This person is none other than Mu Yumo, the Patriarch of the Anhe Mu Family.

Although she had succeeded at this time, she still didn't dare to be careless in her heart.

Just now Zhao Shouyi didn't move at all, didn't move at all, and let himself use secret techniques to surround him.

Then Mu Yumo raised his right hand lightly, and a ray of pale yellow internal energy burned like a candle.

Looking at the mandala, she shook it violently.

The vitality between the heaven and the earth suddenly retracted to the middle, and then the mandala flower exploded suddenly.

The purple inner breath spread out like a puff of smoke to the surroundings, covering the entire official path for a while.

Mu Yumo's eyes froze, and he fixed his eyes on the center of the explosion, as if he wanted to see clearly what happened to the little Taoist priest in the middle.

She didn't even care about lifting up the corners of her clothes by the purple poisonous mist.

"What is Patriarch Mu looking for?"

Suddenly a voice came into her ears, which made her nervous.

His tone was full of vigor, and he didn't look like he was poisoned at all. The secret technique he used this time was already his trump card.

She didn't even dare to underestimate this little Taoist priest who only knew the realm but couldn't feel the depth at all.

The purple mist dissipated, and Mu Yumo took a closer look, and saw the little Taoist priest, standing motionless, with calm eyes, holding a sword, not even a single wrinkle in his clothes.

A gust of breeze swept over, gradually blowing away the poisonous mist here, and a faint halo slowly dissipated from Zhao Shouyi's side.

Mu Yumo narrowed his big eyes slightly.

"Dragon Elephant Power??"

"It really is a Taoist priest!!"

Listening to the other party's words, Zhao Shouyi sighed quietly.

"The Taoist priest has gone down the mountain! After all, he is still a Taoist priest!"

For some reason, Mu Yumo's heart skipped a beat, and Zhao Shouyi suddenly calmed down. The previous situation, which was like a stormy sea, suddenly turned into a mirror lake as calm as water.

But this situation didn't make her feel comfortable, instead she became flustered.

"Unfortunately, this Taoist priest has not yet attained the Tao!"

Mu Yumo frowned, the words were so vague that she didn't understand what the other party meant.

But the next moment, her pupils suddenly shrank, and Zhao Shouyi disappeared in place in an instant.

In a hurry, she directly mobilized the internal force of her body, and the purple mist surrounded her body.

After setting up this layer of defense, she looked around.

At this moment, she suddenly felt her shoulders sink.

Then there was another person beside her, someone she didn't want to see or touch.

And the opponent's blow directly shattered the internal force in her body.

Then a voice came over.

"Just now I was thinking, what would the master do if this happened to me, what would the teacher's wife do if this happened to me?"

"Probably the master will be very angry, because Fan Song is his closed disciple. Although Taoism emphasizes calmness, it is not inaction!"

"Master's wife will probably draw the sword, the words are in the sword! The truth is in the sword! Her temper is not very good!"

At this point, he paused for a while, and then said: "Fan Song is my junior, a little guy I watched grow up!"

"What does Patriarch Mu think?"

Mu Yumo opened his mouth, but did not speak out.

She couldn't understand this young man at all now.

Suddenly, a cold breath rushed into her body along her shoulders, and she couldn't move after only two or three breaths.

"I'm afraid Xiaodao will have to break the killing ring again today!! I don't know how many people will be able to kill in the end??"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Yumo suddenly felt an extremely vast aura rising from his side, the dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the lightning roared, with a momentum of ten thousand.

At this moment, she finally felt the power of fugue, no, it should be the gap between her and Zhao Shouyi, this gap is like a moat, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

"If Yilian Youmeng hadn't come from Patriarch Mu, you would have been turned into a powder by Xiaodao now!"

While speaking, Mu Yumo spewed out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the ground as if someone had directly pulled out his bones, his pupils instantly lost focus.

Zhao Shouyi did not abolish her, but directly crushed the bones of her limbs.

The piercing pain rushed to his heart in an instant, and Mu Yumo almost died of pain.

Looking at Mu Yumo who was lying on the ground and could only pant, Zhao Shouyi turned around and said lightly: "Don't commit suicide, otherwise this account will be counted on the Mu family. From top to bottom, one who doesn't Keep!"

(End of this chapter)