Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 118 Defection
"Is this... too hasty?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.

Chu Tianming remained indifferent, "I only told you to combine the heaven and earth gates, but I didn't ask you to do so right away? What's so careless about it? On the contrary, you are a little impatient."

Lin Feng was speechless, but then he asked with a smile: "Hey, since the young master said so, there must be a way for me to consolidate quickly. Could it be that there is some treasure in this inner order of the Shuxuan world?"

Chu Tianming left leisurely with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back.

"Yes, there is, but it is in the Sixth Xuantian."

Lin Feng shouted excitedly and hurried to follow, like a crazy old man chasing gold and silver treasures.

……

Deep in the wind and thunder platform, a group of people finally broke through the wind and thunder barrier and came here after hard work.

As far as the eye could see, there were exotic flowers and plants everywhere, which made their eyes light up and caused them to let out bursts of exclamations.

"That is the core material of practicing "Original Air Secret Scroll", 'Golden Threads and Silver Flowers'!"

Following Mu Ke's exclamation, Ziyuan Holy Son immediately looked, and when he really saw a golden thread flower growing not far away, no matter how calm he appeared on the surface, he was in a hurry. The sound of his breathing betrayed his innermost feelings.

Because Mu Ke screamed in surprise and could not hold back the sound, many monks around him were attracted to him.

This includes some mixed-race monks, casual cultivators, and several swordsmen of the Hejianzong.

The Holy Son Ziyuan frowned for a moment, but immediately calmed down his mood, clasped his fists in all directions, and said loudly: "As far as I know, that golden thread and silver flower is only for our Qi Ju Pavilion's "Original Air Secret Scroll" My cultivation is helpful, but it is of no great use to you. Moreover, there are countless treasures of heaven and earth here, so why don’t you please give me a favor and let me take it?”

The Golden Thread and Silver Flower was right in front of him, and the Holy Son Ziyuan didn't want to cause trouble, so his tone was quite gentle.

As soon as they saw Holy Son Ziyuan speaking personally, many people directly chose to send a favor.

Holy Son Ziyuan once again clasped his fists humbly, but he was very proud in his heart. He secretly thought that he was indeed worthy of his fame, and walked towards the Golden Thread and Silver Flower.

Mu Ke followed Ziyuan Shengzi to pick golden flowers.

At the moment Ziyuan Shengzi was about to pick the golden thread and silver flower, a sharp knife pierced his chest.

Ziyuan Shengzi's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole person was instantly sluggish. He lowered his head blankly and saw a sharp sword tip.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw that a section of the sharp blade was held in Mu Ke's hand.

"Mu Ke, you!" Ziyuan Shengzi's head roared, unable to accept this fact for a while.

But Mu Ke was already on guard. Just when Holy Son Ziyuan turned his head, he had already retreated flexibly for a long distance.

At the same time, several figures gathered around, surrounding Ziyuan Shengzi in the middle.

"Hejian Sect Sword Master, Ningtian Realm Body Cultivator, Panlong Mansion mixed-blood cultivator, Taoist wild cultivator... you?" Holy Son Ziyuan glanced at the scene one by one, only to find that the people who surrounded him were actually from Taoism. All the forces in the wild!

A certain mixed-race monk from Panlong Mansion smiled and said, "Holy Son Ziyuan, you didn't expect that, did you?"

Mu Ku looked at the Ziyuan Holy Son who was being attacked from both sides, squinted his eyes, and smiled solemnly: "Senior brother, you don't think that I did nothing after I went to Wenzong and just stayed there to be a side disciple, right?"

"Mu Ke!" Ziyuan Shengzi roared his name, "Why did you do this? How can I apologize to you?"

Mu Ku shook his head and said: "Senior brother, you know, I've never understood..." "I don't understand why I worked so hard, but Master still taught you "Qing Gang Ji Day Qi" alone!"

"I don't understand why I am so good, but my master doesn't give me enough training resources, and still wants me to go to Wenzong! Be a side disciple! There are so many junior brothers and sisters, but it's not them, it's me! Why?"

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not convinced! I should be the chief disciple of the Qi Ju Pavilion, and I should be the one who becomes the 'Holy Son of Purple Source'! I am the one!"

Muko roared, roared, and finally covered his face and laughed.

He smiled smugly.

"Brother, do you know? It took me a lot of hard work to find out the weakness of Qinggang's extreme day energy, which is wind and thunder! And only the Thunder Cloud Sect and the Shuxuan Realm in the entire Mu Zhou Xing are strong enough to affect the 'protector'." The aura of wind and thunder... I was still thinking about how to get you and me to go to the place where wind and thunder meet, but you took the initiative to bring me here!"

"Hahaha... This is really God helping me!"

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother has found a burial ground with excellent Feng Shui for you. What do you think?"

The surrounding mixed-race monks also laughed loudly. There were many people in the world who would add insult to injury, so there were many mixed-race monks adding salt to the wounds of Holy Son Ziyuan.

"Holy Son Ziyuan, you don't know that as soon as Taoist friend Mu Ke entered the Wenzong, he immediately cast a net in the side sect and united many of our brothers through senior brother Zhao Yue in order to hunt you, the tiger, in the world of Shuxuan. !"

"But now I see that tigers are weak and can't stand the knife in their backs! Hahaha..."

Holy Son Ziyuan lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

Mu Ke thought he had a chance of winning, and said loudly: "Brother, I know the weakness of your body protection Qinggang, and I have already broken your heart with a sword. For the sake of our brothers, you can kill yourself. Externally, I will It is said that Lin Feng colluded with Qingmang Jianzi and designed to assassinate you."

"Ho ho ho..." Ziyuan Shengzi suddenly let out a deep laugh.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and Baidu was dead but not stiff. After all, Holy Son Ziyuan was Holy Son Ziyuan. His reputation had overshadowed countless monks. Now even if his heart was broken by Mu Yan, as long as he did not die, he would still be dead. Not to be underestimated.

In the laughter of Ziyuan Shengzi, those who had surrounded him dispersed due to unknown fear.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Ziyuan Shengzi's laughter made Mu Ke feel a little flustered, and he couldn't help pointing at the former and yelling.

"Laugh at me...laugh at myself..." Ziyuan Shengzi murmured.

"Ho ho ho ho... you don't understand? Since you don't understand, then I'll make it clear to you!"

"You do have talent and scheming, but Master, the old man, hates your scheming. He found out that you were rebellious and you seemed to be well-behaved but in fact you were disobedient to discipline. He originally wanted to throw you to Leifeng Yunhai for training..."

Mu Ke was shocked, was it that time of Lei Feng Yun Hai?
The last time Leifeng Yunhai was opened, only Xu Qingqian and the Spiritual Beast Holy Son came out alive, while the rest died and suffered from dementia and mental damage.

Later, there was faint news that most of the monks who participated in Leifeng Yunhai were cannon fodder and sacrifices!
It is precisely because of this that not many people knew about Lei Feng Yunhai back then, and even those who knew about it were vague.

And if he entered at that time, there would be no chance of him escaping unscathed, and he would even become one of the cannon fodder!

But in fact, no one mentioned to him about entering the Leifeng Sea of ​​Clouds for training. Could it be that Holy Son Ziyuan begged for him?

Mu Ke suddenly became flustered.

(End of this chapter)