Xuanmen demon repair

"Third brother, whether Wu Ming is the son of Jin Jue or not is still undetermined, why did you tell him this so recklessly?"

"Second brother, why should you be so careful! The lower half of that guy's face is exactly the same as that of Baili Qingdie in the painting, and Baili Qingdie has only married Jin Jue, and the age is also the same, so it's no wonder! Besides, this time The thing is that our brother found out from Senior Brother Wang's mouth, who is Senior Brother Wang's disciple, the second brother will not know? If that guy really listened to him and ran to Chaozhou to take revenge and cause some trouble, not only would our brothers not You will be punished, maybe there will be great benefits!"

"Forget it - if it wasn't for this kid who forced my elder brother to switch to another faction, I would never allow you to do such harm!"

"If it wasn't for Big Brother, I wouldn't bother to argue with him!"

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The moonlight tonight is not good, it is often covered by dark clouds like thick ink in the sky, Wu Mingben has no intention of cultivating, and after carrying the Five Elements True Qi to the Great Zhou Tian for a few times, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Meow--"

A furry thing crashed into his arms, Wuming stretched out his hand to gently caress the smooth fur of the little beast, and looked up at the sky.

The moonlight projected down from the gap in the dark clouds, illuminating Wuming's straight nose and tight lips pale.

call--

Two thick clouds and mist suddenly spewed out from Wuming's back, covering up a person and a beast. After a while, the clouds that spread to a radius of more than [-] feet quickly rose into the sky and melted into the black clouds...

Under the moonlight, the Taiqing Gate was extremely quiet, insects chirped among the mountains and trees, and occasionally two or three streamers of light flashed away in the sky, which were the escaping lights of the night watch disciples.

In the bloated dark clouds in the sky, a small white cloud is passing rapidly.

The cloud flew in the middle of the night before it quietly fell to the ground, shrinking sharply and becoming smaller, revealing a man and a beast in it.

The last two strands of white mist retracted back, Wuming glanced in a certain direction with a blank face, the yellow light flickered under his feet, and the whole person sank to the ground strangely!

……

In the unknown valley, countless thunderbolts twisted and descended, enveloping a vague octagonal altar.

On the top of the hill on the left side of the valley, a middle-aged Taoist priest in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged, turning a blind eye to Mangu Thunder.

Wuming and Little Beast, covered in yellow light, had been lurking underground for a long time, but they couldn't break through the Thunder Forbidden Law around the altar, let alone dared to force their way in.With a sudden expression on his face, the weirdo reached out and took out a beautifully carved dowry from the cloak!

Without waiting for Wuming to make any moves, a thick thunderbolt sprang out from the altar. This thunderbolt penetrated into the ground and rolled up a man and a beast, and quickly retracted it like a spirit snake spitting out a letter!

Wuming embraced the frightened little beast with his left hand, and stood quietly amidst the thunderstorm, with no expression of joy or anger on his face.The thunder that fell from the sky, one foot away from his body, turned sideways strangely, and slammed onto the altar with a clatter.

Less than ten feet ahead, there was a vague figure bound by dense thunder chains to the giant pillar behind him!

Wuming could feel that the gaze of this figure fell on the dowry held by his right hand from the very beginning.So he raised his right hand and held the small dowry in his palm.

A thunderbolt rolled over, and the dowry in his hand disappeared.Wuming put down his right hand and looked at the figure expressionlessly.

"Just tell her, I already know what she wants, and after 200 years...see you soon!"

After a long time, such a voice like a thunderbolt from the clear sky sounded in Wuming's head. He had a splitting headache for a while, and a bright red line of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth!

"Meow!"

The little beast in Wuming's arms immediately sensed the abnormality, the hair all over his body stood upright, and pointed at the figure in the thunderbolt, showing sharp fangs!

Two slender electric arcs flew towards Wuming and Xiaoshou's eyebrows respectively!At the moment when the person and the beast looked dull, a purple thunder with the thickness of an arm wrapped around Wuming's body and meandered away from the altar!

When Wuming woke up, he found himself standing upright near the altar in the middle of the valley, his body tensed involuntarily, and he looked up at the middle-aged Taoist sitting cross-legged on the left mountain!

Under the dim moonlight, the Taoist sat still, like an ordinary rock.

After being startled for a while, Wuming relaxed his tense body, took out a elixir and took it, then turned around and gave a deep salute to the altar shrouded in thunder.

The slender lightning shot between the eyebrows is actually an extremely superior experience in lightning techniques!It doesn't involve any specific cultivation methods, but only describes in detail how to condense one's true qi and mana into thunder, which seems to be skillful and useless.Despite this shortcoming, it is also a rare and precious Taoism!

To get such a benefit by just sending a token, this gift is a nameless act that I am willing to do!

Standing up straight, Wuming bowed slightly to the middle-aged Taoist on the top of the mountain on the left, then called out Moyunyi, hugged the still sleepy little beast and rode away on the cloud.

The middle-aged Daoist opened his eyes when the cloud mass gathered by Wuming melted into the clouds above.

"Junior Brother Lu is very generous."

"This son is so risky, he sent me news about Pinghui, but I inadvertently hurt my meridians, so what's the harm in passing on something to him?"

Just as the middle-aged Taoist finished speaking, there were thunderous echoes in the valley!

"In just a hundred years, Junior Brother Lu has cultivated the Taiqing Thunder Art to such a level, I really envy you as a brother!"

"If I had a choice, how could my younger brother suffer from the thunderbolt? It's just a trivial matter to cultivate the thunder method! Besides, my younger brother can't send and receive freely now. If I really want to achieve something small, it will take at least a hundred years!"

The middle-aged Taoist remained silent, looking at the altar shrouded in thunder in the valley, his face was full of unbearable.As the guard of the execution platform, how could he not know what kind of inhuman pain that Junior Brother Lu, who was bound to the altar, was suffering back then?

"The same goes for that child. Why did he come to this important place in such a reckless manner? If something goes wrong, his whole body's true energy and magic power will be destroyed, and he will be reduced to a mortal again, and he may even lose his life because of it!"

"If senior brother is not stationed here tonight, little brother should do his best to help him cover up..."

Wuming didn't know that he almost walked through the gate of hell, and at dawn the next day, he came to the room of Qi Yao, the lord of Bixiu Peak.

"You want to go out once?"

Qi Yao looked at Wuming who stood respectfully in the hall in surprise.

Wuming didn't speak, but just bowed deeply to Qi Yao.

"Your intention to bid farewell is so firm, there must be something important, so I will agree! You don't need to go to Qingchi Peak, I will send a letter to you, Master Tao, but you have to go to your Master Jiao's place in person." one trip!"

Nameless saluted again, and slowly exited the lobby.

Watching Wuming leave, Qi Yao frowned slightly.

This time when Wuming came to bid farewell, there was no sign in advance, so he couldn't help but think about it.But thinking of Wuming's withdrawn temperament, even if something happened, he would not tell others, so he was a little relieved.

Having figured this out, Qi Yao no longer hesitated, opened his mouth and sprayed out a small emerald sword...