Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 181 Maybe this is fate
The hall was dead silent.

"Crack..."

The stone slab under the feet of the Mad Dragon Ancestor quietly cracked, the cracks spread like spider webs, and soon the entire stone slab was turned into powder.

"What...what did you say?" A cold voice, carrying a terrifying coercion, slowly spread out from the hall. Behind the Mad Dragon Ancestor, the vision of a red dragon roaring faintly appeared, which showed that there was something inside him. Wide swings in mood.

"Ancestor..." The casual cultivator was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "Ancestor, please have mercy on me, Ancestor, please have mercy on me... I just stated a fact, and I was right..."

"Okay..." Head Mo Yang waved his sleeves, and a breeze suddenly blew through the clouds, slowly dispelling the pressure, "Ancestor, he just answered your question. If you didn't hear clearly, You can ask again, why do you have to press so hard?"

The Mad Dragon Ancestor snorted angrily, with a suppressed and manic tone in his tone, "The Holy Son of the Spiritual Beast is my direct disciple! Some people slandered him for his death. If it were you, how could you still sit there peacefully? "

But Old Man Nie laughed out loud. He was really happy to see his arch-rival Mad Dragon Ancestor defeated, "Old Reptile, I'm afraid this is not a slander, right? I'm afraid your Panlong Mansion lineage will be extinct!" "

"Old Ghost Nirvana, you...want to die?!" The Mad Dragon Ancestor's voice was filled with rage. Behind his head, a crimson Dao Wheel came out across the sky. With the appearance of the Dao Wheel, the man who had just been killed The pressure that Master Mo Yang had dissipated appeared in the hall in geometric multiples, making all the disciples feel a strong sense of suffocation.

"Ancestor Mad Dragon!"

"Ancestor Mad Dragon!"

Two voices sounded, Yunmang Sword Ancestor and Old Man Yuanqi stood up at the same time, using their own methods to suppress the aura of the Mad Dragon Ancestor.

"Crazy dragon! This is Wenzong, and this is where you should be arrogant!" Leader Mo Yang shouted in a low voice, like thunder, which made the ancestor of Kuanglong freeze.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor was forced to have no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his pressure, and then sat back down heavily on his seat.

Smoke was rising from the backs of all the disciples, and they were covered in cold sweat.

Old Man Yuanqi glanced at Kuanglong Ancestor, then at the casual cultivator, and then said: "Tell me everything you know about what happened in Hao Mountain, we are all here , don’t worry about what Mad Dragon Ancestor will do to you...just pay him the whole story."

The casual cultivator didn't dare to say anything else. He responded conscientiously and told the story about Haoshan... From the matter of Jianliu and Chu Tianming, to Chu Tianming's return with Wuying Caohuang, and then To fight against the Holy Son of the Spiritual Beast... and finally kill the Holy Son of the Spiritual Beast...

Mad Dragon Ancestor's face was gloomy, as if shrouded by a dark cloud. Listening to the explanation of the casual cultivator, he didn't say a word the whole time, but the air around him gradually became distorted.

"That's what happened..." After the casual cultivator finished speaking, he quickly retreated with his neck shrinking, fearing that the Mad Dragon Ancestor would attack again.

"Disciple...disciple..." Mad Dragon Ancestor closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath. He felt extremely sad at the loss of his disciple.

The sect leader in the palace didn't say much. After all, everyone is the enemy. It's already good that I won't scold you if you die as your heir...

Especially the people on Wenzong's side were extremely happy when they heard that Chu Tianming had killed Zhao Yue and the Spiritual Beast Saint Son. But now they all looked at each other with calm expressions, as if they were just watching a show.

"Before my disciple died in the battle...Lin Feng was also there, and he also got the Mist Shadow Grass Emperor given by Chu Tianming..." Kuang Long Ancestor muttered with his eyes closed, as if he was deducing or sorting out his ideas. , "You guys say... Lin Feng and Chu Tianming are two people who can't be beaten with eight poles. Why did Chu Tianming give him the Mist Shadow Grass Emperor in exchange for his life without saying anything?" "Nie Lao Ghost, Head Mo Yang...can you answer me?" The Mad Dragon Ancestor opened his eyes, which were a pair of blood-red eyes that contained rage, sadness, and indifference. They were complex but terrifying.

The temperature in the palace suddenly dropped to freezing point.

But Head Mo Yang remained calm, and Old Man Nie was neither sad nor happy.

"Maybe... this is fate..." After a long silence, Mo Yang suddenly squeezed out such a sentence. Although it was a bit out of place, it was the only explanation he could think of.

After all, Chu Tianming's background was not very clear to him. He only knew that Chu Tianming was the chief disciple appointed by the female Taoist priest. He was traveling according to orders and was very impressive.

Old Man Nie smiled, but did not speak. So many people could clearly see that it was the Holy Son of the Spiritual Beast that Chu Tianming killed with his own hands. Even if Lin Feng was watching, it could not be said that Lin Feng and Chu Tianming jointly killed him. The Holy Son of Spiritual Beast, right?

Although, he really hopes that Lin Feng will help... After all, Chu Tianming and Wenzong are not enemies.

The Kuanglong Ancestor also knew that there would be no benefit in continuing the stalemate, so he sat back on his seat angrily. From this moment on, he did not speak anymore, but occasionally opened his eyes and looked at the light spot belonging to Chu Tianming in the colored stone crystal. Take a glance or two.

……

After some time, the space fluctuated again, and a figure stumbled out of it. Lin Ziyun was back.

When he came back, he was also seriously injured, especially on his back, where the bones were visible and the flesh and blood were blurred. His breath was extremely weak, and he was already hanging on to his last breath on the edge of life and death.

The old man Nie quickly arrested him, took out some precious medicines for refining his body, regardless of the preciousness of the medicines, he took them internally and applied them externally, and at the same time expended his spiritual energy to heal his injuries.

A few days later, Lin Ziyun gradually regained his strength. At this time, the space fluctuated slightly... Mu Lingqing returned.

After returning, Mu Lingqing held a bowl made of Huo Lingsui and Blue River rice straw in his hand. The bowl contained a bowl of water. The water was ordinary, but all the sect leaders knew that it was an extraordinary thing. .

This was the first treasure brought out openly by the disciples who entered the Shuxuan world, so many people focused their attention on the bowl and ignored Mu Lingqing's pale and pretty face, which was still in shock. .

After Mu Lingqing gradually recovered, Lin Ziyun, although still a little weak, walked up to her expectantly and asked: "Senior Sister Mu... has the Qingyang Flower ever been delivered to my brother? "

Mu Lingqing gently pushed the messy hair behind her ears, and then showed a smile, "Although there were many twists and turns, I finally managed to live up to my destiny..."

"That's really great, thank you so much, Senior Sister Mu!" Lin Ziyun hurriedly thanked him, but because of the injury, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth and hissing.

After Lin Ziyun left, Mu Lingqing hesitated for a while, then walked to Head Mo Yang and said softly: "Head Qi... this disciple has seen a ghost in the world of calligraphy..."

(End of this chapter)