Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1468 Uneasy
"Di Yang, do you know what you are doing? Mutiny is a felony." Li Mingyuan yelled angrily, but his voice was very weak, and blood continued to flow from his mouth while speaking.

"I know this better than you. I can recite the rules of the sect fluently. Do you need me to recite them to you?" Di Yang said lightly, and at the same time searched Li Mingyuan's rings, "It seems that under the banner of the sect , You have done a lot of good things here."

Soon, Di Yang found the Martial Emperor's Genealogy in Li Mingyuan's Najie.

This Martial Emperor's Genealogy is quite peculiar, and what it contains is a kind of perception of the Martial Emperor's Realm. How much benefit an individual can get is completely based on his own comprehension.

"Hmph, with your talent, even if you get the Martial Emperor's Genealogy, it's still useless. After you go back, I will definitely not make it easier for you." Li Mingyuan looked at Di Yang resentfully, and said.

"Go back? Do you think you can go back?" Di Yang said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Li Mingyuan's complexion changed. Now that he has lost all his strength, he has basically lost his ability to perceive his body.

However, he faintly felt that he was very strange at this moment, rather than saying that Di Yang's elixir was miraculous, it would be better to say that he was returning to the light.

"Damn it, what did you eat for me?" Li Mingyuan said with a change of expression.

"Hehe, it's not easy for you to wake up from such a serious injury, but fortunately, I happen to have a Jue Shou Pill in my hand." Di Yang smiled faintly, and that smile looked a bit ferocious, and it was a bit out of place with him in the past.

"Jueshiwan?" Li Mingyuan shrank his pupils. Although he didn't know what Jueshiwan was, such a name alone revealed a strong sense of death.

"Jueshi Pill, as the name suggests, you will die if you take it, but it can flash back for a short time. It is usually used by people who are mortal to confess their last words, and it will not leave any traces. Calculate the time, you should still have 1 minute Now, is there anything else to explain?" Di Yang said lightly, and there was an unprecedented gloomy look in his eyes.

At this moment, Li Mingyuan finally understood a problem. Maybe the Di Yang before was just pretending, but the Di Yang at this time is the real one.

That kind of viciousness made him feel a little chilled.

"Di Yang, you must not..." Li Mingyuan wanted to roar hoarsely, but the sound came suddenly.

"Sorry, I miscalculated the time. In fact, you only had one second just now." Di Yang smiled lightly, and after a while, his gaze returned to normal, and a kind of sadness soon appeared in it.

It was as if he was really mourning the loss of a fellow disciple.

A rather unique fluctuation spread from him, full of desolation and sadness.

Those Promise Sect disciples who were scattered before rushed back one after another as if they sensed something.

When their eyes fell on Li Mingyuan, who was wide-eyed on the ground, their pupils shrank, and their expressions suddenly became serious.

Li Mingyuan is dead, and he will not rest in peace!

All of a sudden, every Wuji Sect disciple exuded the same aura as Di Yang.

This is a unique ritual of the Wuji Sect, and it will happen every time a member of the Wuji Sect falls.

After all, Li Mingyuan was a deacon. In the minds of the disciples of the Wuji Sect, his status was a transcendent existence, and he was also the person with the highest status that they could come into contact with normally.

Such a character fell in front of him, as a member of the Wuji Sect, he would naturally feel great sadness in his heart.

"I have tried my best, but his injury is too serious." Di Yang said with a sigh.

"Unexpectedly, Mo Xian is so vicious." All the disciples of the Promise Sect gritted their teeth for a while, their eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"Deacon Di Yang, as long as you speak, we will immediately go back and take down Mo Xian. With the strength of our Wuji Sect, there is no need to belittle him." At the end of a moment, all the Wuji Sect disciples said outrageously.

"I can't blame Mo Xian for this matter, I'd better go back and inform Senior Brother Tianjiao first, let's make a decision." Di Yang said, sighed, and immediately took out a piece of ice crystal exuding a cold air from the ring.

Every Promise Sect disciple would bring this kind of thing, in order to bring back those dead fellow disciples.

Soon it was night, but the gathering place where Mo Xian was located was still very lively.

This gathering point is very large, and now it is like a city, and even spawned many things that should not appear here.

Such as arena, auction or something.

Moreover, a decent street has been developed.

At this time, Mo Xian was sitting quietly in a rather quiet two-story building. Although it was simple, it was considered clean.

Xiao Wu was lying on a table that he brought with him boredly, looking at Mo Xian eagerly, as if waiting for him to wake up.

Shen Jing and the others stood guard, but they didn't waste time like Xiao Wu.

As for Nan Yuexin and the others, because of the previous battle, they were exhausted, and they had already entered the state of cultivation at this time.

Mo Xian showed no sign of waking up at all at this time, the injury was secondary, what he cared more about was the inexplicable changes in his body.

Even Yuanli has changed, this is a big move, it is tantamount to exchanging blood from the whole body, but he just doesn't feel it at all.

Although it is still good for the time being, he dare not underestimate it. If there is any sudden change, it will be dangerous.

However, no matter how he probed, he still couldn't feel where this change came from.

From Xiao En's mouth, he knew that he should have fused a magical flame called Nine Nether Fire, but he had never heard of it before, so how did he fuse it?
He always felt that he was caught in a huge conspiracy against himself.

Although it seems to be good for the time being, I might have to fall into a big somersault at some point.

After working hard all night, Mo Xian finally came to a conclusion that his body was completely normal.

The Nine Nether Fires have been completely controlled by him, and it can even be said to be a part of him, so it is impossible for anything to happen.

However, he was still a little uneasy.

After suppressing this uneasiness, he slowly opened his eyes, and immediately met a pair of big bloodshot pupils.

"Xiao Wu, what the hell are you doing?" After recovering from his senses, Mo Xian said a little bit dumbfounded.

"Brother Mo Xian, you finally woke up!" Xiao Wu jumped up from his seat and threw himself on Mo Xian.

"Xiao Wu, you are no longer young, you must understand the difference between men and women!" Shen Jing also opened his eyes at this time, and reprimanded in a low voice.

"Oh!" Xiao Wu crawled off Mo Xian in aggrieved manner, like a doormat.

Meng Yang Jia Ren and Jia Yi also opened their eyes, and said with a smile, "Mo Xian, it seems that your strength has improved a lot. Are you interested in practicing?"

"Are you serious?" Mo Xian asked with an inexplicable smile.

"Just kidding, who will practice with you monster." The three of Meng Yang were immediately chilled by Mo Xian's smile, and they were immediately persuaded.

"How are you doing recently? How dare you blatantly provoke Di Yang? It shouldn't be bad, right?" Mo Xian said with a smile.

"Don't mention it, we are here to avoid the limelight this time." Meng Yang's complexion immediately collapsed, and said.

(End of this chapter)