He adopted the Ruthless Emperor

Chapter 19 You Can Go, But It Hurts...

The ruthless man had already lost consciousness, and the countless streamers in the sky also stopped above the courtyard.

More and more people gathered in this old courtyard.

Pairs of cold eyes stared at the girl lying on the ground.

Among them, Zhiyang Daoist was also included.

Accepting apprentices in Mausoleum City is undoubtedly an extremely important matter for Zhiyang Daoist.

It may also be a turning point in his cultivation career, but at this critical moment, the disciple he was going to accept... was killed by this girl.

"Really, the investigation is clear. There is only one young man who lives with this girl, who looks like an ordinary person. I have never heard of a strong person who is guarding this girl."

The disciples came from afar to report to Zhiyang Zhenren.

Long before, Master Zhiyang had thought that maybe the masked man just passed by and casually killed Luo Jingxian who wanted to massacre the city.It wasn't to take care of the girl, now that it was confirmed that there was no strong person with the girl, Zhiyang Daoist breathed a sigh of relief.

In the courtyard, there was only Mu Chuan alone, and it seemed that no monks who were compatible with the way were found.

Mu Chuan ignored the crowd, picked up Ruthless Man, and walked towards the house.

With a creak, he opened the door, came to the bed, and gently put down the girl in his hand.

He pulled up the quilt on the bed and covered Ruthless Man's body.

The grimace mask that had been placed under the quilt by the ruthless people inadvertently fell to the ground when Mu Chuan covered her with the quilt.

Many monks also came to the door at this moment, staring at Mu Chuan inside the house.

Mu Chuan glanced at the mask on the ground, bent down, and picked it up. It was covered with a lot of dust.

"Can you let her go?" Mu Chuan seemed to be saying to the grimace mask, and also to people outside.

The voice that seemed to be muttering to himself was clearly heard by everyone.

He just sat on the edge of the bed, casually, as if chatting about family matters.

Facing the siege of many monks, the calm seemed strange.

Master Zhiyang's eyes also fell on the mask in Mu Chuan's hand. On that ghost's face, there was a ferocious smile that seemed to be laughing at him.

The hand holding Feijian tightened slightly, for some reason, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness even though he could not feel the slightest threat.

"This man... doesn't have the slightest aura on his body, nor does he behave like a master at all, and he doesn't have the aura of the masked man as rumored!"

Master Zhiyang's heartbeat has started to speed up unknowingly, but he still doesn't want to believe it!

He is also in the same way, he has no reason, he can't feel the breath in Mu Chuan's body.

Since it's not a masked person, the one in front of me...is the same as in the information, it should be a mortal and there is nothing wrong with it.

A mere mortal, but pretending to be a ghost here!

Do you really think he is a bully?

Master Zhiyang narrowed his eyes and walked over slowly.

The flying sword in his hand turned into a torrent and shot straight at Mu Chuan's head!

Even Huashen couldn't bear this sword.

A mortal should die.

Boom~
The breath exploded in front of Mu Chuan, and the place where the sword energy fell turned into a whirlpool.

Like a bottomless pit, he swallowed the sword energy in one gulp.

There was no more waves in the air.

This scene fell into the eyes of Master Zhiyang, making him take a step back in fright.

Looking around, he clasped his hands and asked, "Which Taoist friend is hiding in the dark? In the early days of Zhiyang Daoist, in Suizhou, she was quite famous. This girl ruined my hard work. After killing the Holy Son of the Monster Race, if you are dedicated to protecting her, you might as well come out and see her!"

Even the other disciples under his sect became vigilant.

He rushed to the outside of the yard and searched the inside and outside of the yard.

But no one was found.

"Don't look for it." Mu Chuan played with the grimace mask in his hand, waved his hand and said, "Let's go now, there is still time."

"Let me go? Who do you think you are? It's a joke, how do I exist in Zhiyang Daoist? How can you call me in exchange for it?" Zhiyang Daoist was furious in his heart. He is a dignified monk and an ordinary person. He pays attention to it!

"Who am I..." Mu Chuan shook his head: "My name is Mu Chuan, the seventh Patriarch of Beiwu Holy Land!"

"Muchuan? Beiwu Holy Land... the seventh patriarch?"

Zhiyang real person is not an ill-informed person, on the contrary, the entire Suizhou has his eyes and ears more or less!

The name Mu Chuan has recently spread to the ears of many powerful forces, because of this ancestor, in the forbidden area, he broke through the Hedao and became one of the few top powerhouses in Suizhou.

It can be said that relying on Muchuan Hedao's identity, Beiwu Holy Land can be raised to a higher level!
"Okay, didn't you ask me who I am? Now I'll tell you, I'll say it for the last time, you still have time to turn your head and leave!" Mu Chuan gently covered his face with the grimace mask in his hand.

The moment the grimace was on, for some reason, there was an indescribable sense of oppression in the room.

A sort of……

Suffocating feeling.

illusion?

Do not……

This feeling can be clearly felt!

Just like a mortal facing a landslide and tsunami, the illusion of being small and powerless...

Kikawa!

Even if the person in front of him is really Mu Chuan.

It should be only the cultivation base of the early stage of Hedao, and he is at the same level as him, why... makes him feel so scary?
Looking back, the disciples behind him.

For some reason, each of them became extremely pale, as if someone had pinched their throats.

"What's going on with you...?" Master Zhiyang was a little panicked, and took a step back subconsciously.

"Master...Master, I have some, I can't breathe." A disciple finally couldn't hold on, and fell limply on the ground.

His face turned blue and purple, just under Mu Chuan's spiritual pressure, it was already unbearable for him.

Zhiyang Master's complexion changed again and again, and finally he clenched his fists, his knuckles were crackling, and he was a little pale: "Since Daoist friend wants to protect this girl, today I, Zhiyang Master, will give you this face." !"

"However..." Zhiyang Daoist sneered: "This girl killed the holy son of the Yaozu. I believe that the Yaozu has many powers and will not stand by. Experts come, I wonder if fellow Taoists can stop them at that time?"

"Can you stop it?" Mu Chuan touched the mask on his face. If this is the case, maybe he needs to find some spiritual veins and restore some realms.

"Can you stop it? Haha!" Daoist Zhiyang thought he was trying to be brave, and flicked his sleeves: "I will truthfully report this matter to the Yaozu sage, and I want to see if your Beiwu Holy Land can do it. Can bear it!"

"let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Master Zhiyang looked at one or two disciples who were about to lose their strength, and finally wanted to leave.

But Mu Chuan raised his hand, and a wall of air blocked the door, blocking everyone.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Mu Chuan, "It's not interesting! You can leave if you want, but my little friend is so badly injured, you have to leave something behind. How about this, the ruthless man got a punch in the shoulder, directly piercing through the body!"

"Three inches to the left of the navel at the waist, and a sword wound, one finger wide."

"There are four bruises on the back, and each bruise has broken half of the bone."

(End of this chapter)