Start Reward Sacrament of Chaos

Chapter 356 Start transfer, your precious son is gone

"Mirror, don't be unreasonable." The white-browed old man tilted his glasses and said, "I'll see the Palace Master soon."

Before waiting for the mirror to salute, the old man in Taoist robe raised his hand to stop him, saying: "No problem, and there are no outsiders present, so don't be so polite."

"Palace Master, the Origin Sword was taken by the emperor of the Li family, we..." Xuan cautiously probed.

After all, he thinks that the relationship between the Li family and the Tiandi Palace is just his personal guess, and he is still a little nervous when facing the real master.

"Don't be so nervous." The Taoist robed old man saw through Xuan's tense state at a glance, and continued: "That was originally for him, I asked you to go first to guide him to get the sword, and second to help Meng Hua robbery."

The reason Li Dilin was able to obtain the Origin Sword was entirely because of the guidance of Meng, Shang and Feng Yu, so all of this was arranged.

"You clearly know that Origin Continent will be transferred away immediately, why didn't you let him come out with us?" Xuan asked curiously.

He was a little puzzled that Tiandi Palace wanted to train Li Dilin, why would he let him be transferred with the mainland.

Before the old man in Taoist robe could speak, Long appeared not far away with Ice Wu and the blacksmith, and said, "His adventure has just begun, and it will be interesting for him to reveal the truth himself."

"Old man, long time no see." Bing Wu smiled, and the blacksmith beside her also nodded to the Taoist robed old man, saying hello.

"The three of you are not very kind. Why is it five years earlier than the agreed time? Do you know how busy I am during this time?" The old magic stick came to them and pointed at them, and said.

He looked like he was complaining, but he didn't have the demeanor of the lord of the first palace.

Long asked, "Busy? What are you busy with? You don't even answer my voice transmission?"

"Then I'll talk to you carefully, I need to repair this large transfer formation, and I need to arrange the formation over the Nether Palace, otherwise what should I do if they come to make trouble, and secondly, I have to deal with the faction sent by the force to find it. People from mainland China, tell me if I'm busy." The old god stick said one by one while snapping his fingers.

"Old Godstick, I think you are busy trying to tell fortunes to beauties?" Bing Wu said without hesitation.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay, I'm not the kind of person who bluffs and deceives. A few days ago, I counted a person who had a bloody disaster, and he died not long after." The old god stick argued.

The blacksmith on the side urged: "Okay, stop making trouble, and finish this matter quickly, we can almost leave."

"Okay." Long nodded and said, "Go back early and restore your cultivation as soon as possible."

"Mu Chuan." The old magic stick looked at the white-browed old man, and ordered: "You take these two children back, and leave the rest to us."

"Yes, Palace Master." Mu Chuan cupped his hands slightly, and then took Xuan Hejing, who was full of doubts, on the flying boat and left the starry sky.

"Okay, let's start, move it away, and we can leave." The blacksmith said with a look eager to try.

Afterwards, the four of them looked at each other, and started to move at the same time, with their ten fingers interlaced and overlapping, mysterious handprints flew from their fingertips to the ten weapons.

As time passed bit by bit, a huge formation gradually emerged in the starry sky, and the ten weapons were suspended on key nodes, linking the entire formation.

And the faces of Long, Bingwu and Blacksmith also gradually faded, and became extremely pale, and their hand speed couldn't help but slow down. On the other hand, the old magic stick still maintained an extremely fast speed as if nothing happened.

A few minutes later, just when the three of them couldn't hold on any longer, the huge formation was finally fully lit, and the weapons revealed a terrifying edge, smashing the surrounding area into pieces.

"I just found out, how did the three of you recover so much? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have allowed Mu Chuan to go back. It almost ruined a big deal."

After stopping his hands, the old magic stick looked at the three of them and said.

"This time is five years earlier than expected, it's good that we can recover to this point." Bing Wu flipped his hands and took out three pills, and handed them to Long and Blacksmith respectively.

After taking it, their complexions improved a bit, but they could still feel a faint breath of weakness.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me why it was five years earlier. There must be a reason." The old magician asked curiously.

Bing Wu pulled Long to her side and said, "Don't look at us, ask the blacksmith."

Immediately afterwards, the old magic stick shifted his gaze to the lonely blacksmith, his eyes full of questions.

The blacksmith pointed to the long sword emitting dazzling colors in the center of the mainland, and said, "I can't blame you for this. You should ask the sword spirit of Chixiao Sword, it's the devil."

"It?" The old magic stick turned his head to look at the gradually disappearing continent of origin, feeling a little puzzled, and said, "Did it discover something we don't know?"

Just as the four of them fell into deep thought, a sinister voice came over, "Dao Yuan, you are so despicable, secretly using formations to confuse my Nether Palace!"

As they spoke, a thin middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly appeared not far from them, staring at the old man in Taoist robes.

"I was discovered by you so soon, a bit beyond my expectation, but..." Dao Yuan pointed to the continent that had gradually disappeared into the formation, and continued: "It's a pity that you came a bit late. "

"Hmph! As long as we smash that formation, we still have a chance to make some money in this continent!" The middle-aged man raised his hand and said, "Come on! Attack that formation with me!"

Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, ten figures of all shapes and sizes stood behind him, and respectfully responded, "Yes, Palace Master!"

"Ming Fan, let me remind you, your precious son was abducted by the Ming clan, are you sure you have time to take care of the affairs of this continent?" Dao Yuan looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile and reminded.

"How is it possible! He is in this continent of origin, how could there be Ming people there?!" Ming Fan froze for a moment, obviously not believing it.

"It seems that your status in the Ming clan was not very good before. You didn't even know that a main line of the Ming clan was sealed in the Origin Continent?" Dao Yuan sneered.

Ming Fan slightly turned his head to look at an old man in gray robe beside him, and asked with a sullen face, "Ming Tian, ​​is Tai'er still inside?"

This gray-robed old man was exactly the original Ming Tian that Li Dilin killed in Demon Realm, and the one in Demon Realm was nothing more than a puppet whose soul was seized by him, and his purpose was to monitor Mu Ling.

Ming Tai closed his cloudy eyes, kept crossing his fingers, and spoke plausibly, after a few breaths, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

After Mingfan saw his expression, he already had a premonition in his heart, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope: "Is it still inside?"

Ming Tai lowered his head, not daring to look directly into his eyes, and said cautiously: "No...not here anymore."

After Mingfan listened, a terrifying force suddenly erupted from his body. The area around him felt like it was being torn apart. Wisps of black power floated out from the cracks around him.

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(End of this chapter)