Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 400 Returning to the Spirit Mist
"Wan Jian!"

Seeing that Daoist A still had the strength to fight back, Feng Zhen couldn't help but frown, and he waved his big sleeve again, and a series of blue light swords came out from the sleeve, and slashed at the yellow glow.

"It's still okay?!"

This time, not only Feng Zhen, but even the Daoist A was a little moved. He didn't expect that Feng Zhen still had the strength to spare, and the methods seemed extremely strange.

"Brother, let's withdraw first. According to this situation, that little beauty is useless. We should find other virgins to practice the Yin-Yang Nine Transformations Kung Fu. It doesn't need to be at the Jindan stage."

Compared to Taoist A who was only slightly moved, Taoist B seemed a little timid to fight. Seeing that Taoist A's attack was blocked and seeing the enemy in secret, he couldn't help persuading Taoist A.

"Junior brother, is it just the magic weapon that was smashed by that woman before?!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Taoist A was also extremely afraid of Feng Zhen and the others who were hiding in the dark, but he was a little unwilling to tell him to run away in a desperate manner. He had lost a lot of magic weapons in order to consume Duanmu Yao'er alive. of.

"Senior brother, the time for the Dragon Curse to trap that woman is limited. If that woman moves freely, plus the person in the dark, we will be finished if we try to escape."

Seeing Taoist A like this, Taoist B was also very impatient, glanced at Duanmu Yaoer not far away, and persuaded Taoist A like this.

"...Okay, let's go!"

Hearing what Taoist B said, Taoist A couldn't help but glance at Duanmu Yao'er who was not far away, his old eyes flickered again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to retreat.

"Bah!"

The two Taoists gave a low shout, and all the magic weapons were shining brightly, shaking away the attacks of Feng Zhen, the elder deacon and others, and then their figures shook again, and the whole body was full of spiritual light, turning into Two beams of light burst out.

Seeing the two Taoists escape like this, Song Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But Feng Zhen and the others did not go after him. After all, with the means of those two Taoists, even if they wanted to keep him, it would be very difficult.

"Thank you fellow daoists for your life-saving grace. Dare I ask you fellow daoists, are you from the Wanjian sect in the Lingwu cultivation world? Please show up and see."

After a while, the Dragon Curse on Duanmu Yaoer's body finally lost its effect, Duanmu Yaoer bowed his hands in the direction where Song Qing and the others were, and said so.

When Feng Zhen unleashed Ten Thousand Swords, Duanmu Yao'er guessed the identity of Song Qing and others. After all, the signboard of Ten Thousand Swords is extremely rare even in the entire mainland of China.

"Haha, that's right, Fellow Daoist Duanmu, don't come here unharmed, why are you alone?"

Seeing Duanmu Yaoer's appearance like this, Feng Zhen also smiled heartily, and immediately waved his big sleeves, removed the restraining circle, and asked Duanmu Yaoer so.

"...Originally, we people from Qingyang Gate have already arrived at the city by the sea to the east, and we are waiting for my father to join us in the city."

Hearing Feng Zhen's question, Duanmu Yao'er's pretty face not only dimmed, but after a moment of silence, she said to Feng Zhen:

"I never thought that not long ago, my father's natal life and death card suddenly shattered. I was worried, so I hid it from them and escaped secretly. I wanted to go back to the Lingwu Mountains to have a look."

Hearing this, Song Qing couldn't help being startled, only then did he think of what Feng Zhen said about Duanmu Qingxuan's self-destruct.

"But I encountered evil cultivators on the way. If not for fellow Taoists here, I'm afraid I would have been murdered..."

Speaking of this, Duanmu Yao'er stopped, she really didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if Feng Zhen and others hadn't made a move before.

"So that's the case, Fellow Daoist Duanmu, to be honest, when the old man left Wanjian Mountain, he heard a loud noise coming from the direction of Qingyang Mountain. His father probably blew himself up and died, which is considered a worthy death."

After listening to Duanmu Yaoer's words, Feng Zhen's eyes flashed brightly, and he couldn't help nodding his head slightly, and then he persuaded Duanmu Yaoer in this way:

"Now the Lingwu cultivation world is full of monks from the Wanku cultivation world and the Biluo cultivation world. The old man advises you not to go back."

"It's really..."

After hearing Feng Zhen's words, Duanmu Yao'er's face turned ashen. Before, she held a glimmer of hope, but now this hope is completely shattered.

But Duanmu Yao'er did not give up because of this, she bowed slightly to Feng Zhen, and said resolutely:
"Thank you Fengzhen Daoist for your kindness, I have made up my mind! Even if my father blew himself up, I will go back and have a look!"

"Okay, since Fellow Daoist Duanmu has made up his mind, I can't dissuade you. I just hope you can act carefully and return safely. After all, you are the only blood of Fellow Daoist Duanmu."

Seeing that his persuasion was useless, Feng Zhen nodded his head slightly, no longer obstructing him, but between his words, there was a faint hint and persuasion.

"Thank you Fengzhen Daoist for your kindness, I will take note."

Duanmu Yao'er's face changed slightly, but then she recovered, saluted Feng Zhen slightly, and said decisively.

"Farewell!"

Feng Zhen clasped his hands and said, but just when he was about to order the deacons and elders to leave this place, he was interrupted by Song Qing.

"Uncle Master, I implore you to allow me to go back with Duanmu Yao'er!"

At this moment, Song Qing suddenly stepped out, bowed to Feng Zhen, and said so.

"Nephew Song, what else do you want to go back?"

At this time, Feng Zhen's face was obviously not very good-looking, but he still asked Song Qing kindly, but Song Qing left behind a dark chess game, so he couldn't lose it for nothing.

Not only was Feng Zhen unhappy at Song Qing's sudden request to go back, but even the others couldn't help but frowned slightly, and Qi Yubai kept hinting to Song Qing.

Of course, there are others who are not like this. When Ma Yuantong and others saw that Song Qing was going back to the Lingwu Cultivation Realm, their eyes flashed brightly, and the corners of their mouths slightly raised, giving them a "you go" look.

"In the mundane world, there are disciples' parents. I want to go back and look at their situation and resettle them. I didn't think of it before because of the critical situation. Now that Elder Duanmu mentioned it, I just thought of it."

Song Qing turned a blind eye to Feng Zhen's displeasure and Qi Yubai's hints, and already maintained the posture of handcuffing, saying so, but I don't know where Song Qing has any secular parents now?
"This……"

Hearing what Song Qing said, Feng Zhen immediately lost his anger, but it was hard to dissuade him.

"Master, all goodness and filial piety come first. It's rare for Senior Brother Song to have such a heart, so let's promise him."

Just when Feng Zhen was hesitating, Ma Yuantong stood up and bowed to Feng Zhen, persuading him like this.

"Nephew Song, you have to be careful when you go back this time. Come back quickly after making arrangements for your parents. We will wait for you in the city by the sea."

Hearing what Ma Yuantong said, Feng Zhen knew that he had no reason to let Song Qing stay, so he had no choice but to ask him to do so.

(End of this chapter)