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Mother Mangshan changed the topic directly, pointing to the swaying space in the distance with her chin, "What's going on?"

Chen Muyu immediately told Mother Mangshan what happened.

This Mangshan old woman, whose information Chen Muyu could not scan, was obviously a Perfection Realm existence, and she was old enough, so her strength was probably not that of a simple Perfection Realm.

His intuition told him that if he faced this woman, his chance of winning would be less than one percent.

"You two, are you just watching here?"

After hearing this, Mother Mangshan frowned, and then looked at Chen Muyu in surprise.

She could feel that Chen Muyu was strong enough to intervene in this fight, but these two people were just watching on the sidelines for two months. Are they so afraid of death?

Chen Muyu laughed dryly and said, "Neither of these two parties has much interest in me, so..."

"snort."

Mother Mangshan snorted softly, "Ling Kuang deserves to be killed."

Without saying much, she just left a word, her body flashed, and she went directly to Xiaoling Mountain in the void.

It was too late for Hu Bugui to stop him.

Chen Muyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Old Turtle, this old lady from Mangshan has a bit of a temper."

Ancestor Donglai said abruptly from the side, "She has a grudge against Ling Kuang?"

Hu Bugui's face trembled, "How do I know this? Who is Ling Kuang? I have never heard of him at all."

But judging from the reaction of Mangshan's mother just now, she should know Ling Kuang, and she must have a grudge.

"Aren't you going to help?" Hu Bugui asked.

Chen Muyu spread his hands and said, "With my little ability, I'll end up giving away my life."

Hu Bugui raised his eyebrows, and there was obviously some worry in his eyebrows.

It's the worry about Mangshan's mother.

Chen Muyu asked, "Where did you find her?"

Hu Bugui said, "Northern Continent, she went to Northern Continent a few years ago to look for the inheritance left by Holy Lord Xuanwu. As a result, she was plotted by several enemies and sealed under the Jurong Tribe's Divine Eagle Peak. I was also surprised. I learned her whereabouts, so I went to the Condor Peak and spent a lot of effort to rescue her."

"Why save her?" Chen Muyu looked at Hu Bugui strangely.

Hu Bugui blew his beard and said, "Why save her? She is the lover of Holy Lord Xuanwu. I am the inheritor of Holy Lord Xuanwu. Of course I have this responsibility and obligation to save her."

Chen Muyu felt a little funny, "So, she can be regarded as the inheritance left to you by Holy Master Xuanwu?"

"I……"

Hu Bugui heard what Chen Muyu said in just a moment. He immediately straightened his expression and glared at Chen Muyu and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already a lot older. Are you making such a joke on me?"

"Oh, that's right."

Chen Muyu smiled, "I almost forgot, Mr. Gui, your white moonlight is Bodhi."

Hearing this, Hu Bugui almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

With his face flushed, Hu Bugui held it in for a long time, but he didn't think of how to refute Chen Muyu's words, "If you have the ability, try saying this in front of Old Mother Mangshan, and see if she doesn't cut off your skin."

Chen Muyu smiled and said nothing.

Hu Bugui glared at him and changed the subject, "You kid, why did you come to the Western Continent?"

Chen Muyu shrugged and briefly explained the deal with the Taiwu Clan.

After hearing this, Hu Bugui touched his beard and said, "Sometimes, I really admire you. Are you really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers? He dares to take on any job..."

For the sake of Lingyu, he dared to come to the Western Continent to take this risk. What happened to him?

In the direction of Xiaoling Mountain, the dark void leaked out traces of terrifying battle remnants from time to time. Hu Bugui was at a low level and could only feel a thrilling feeling.

"The situation forces me to do it, and I have no choice."

Chen Muyu felt helpless and raised his head to look at Xiaolingshan, "Old Mother Mangshan's participation does not seem to have much significance in turning the tide of the battle. This fight may be a fight."

Next to him, Dong Lai said, "Ling Kuang is a huge variable. His Slave-Controlling Divine Technique can enslave existences in the Perfection Realm. If he continues to fight like this, he might be able to enslave all the strong men in the Northern Continent." Already..."

"So dangerous?" Hu Bugui clicked his tongue, "Then, isn't Mother Mangshan..."

Worry was written on his face.

Chen Muyu said, "All the saints in the Northern Continent have ways to restrain the Divine Slave Art. Maybe Ling Kuang has found a way to crack it. However, he was seriously injured in the battle with us that day. The Divine Slave Art is not unlimited. Use it, otherwise, this battle should have ended long ago."

Dong Lai nodded slightly. Although he said so, Ling Kuang's existence was always a big hidden danger.

The top priority is that only strong men of Wu Xin's level intervene and forcefully stop the battle, can this war be subsided in a short time.

It has been more than two months since the war began.

Brahma Xin went to the Eastern Continent at the beginning of the war, and he should have informed Wu Xin of the situation in the Western Continent immediately. Within two months, Wu Xin should have arrived long ago if he wanted to come.

But now, Wu Xin still hasn't shown up.

Chen Muyu murmured in his heart, whether he didn't take it seriously at all, or he had already arrived and was just hiding and watching.

"boom!"

The world shakes, the source stirs, and in the void, a phantom appears in sight, red, expanding rapidly, then exploding, turning into nothingness.

The seal of Xiaoling Mountain was broken, and the terrifying original aura escaped in all directions. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted and there were almost no living things.

Hu Bugui quickly hid behind Chen Muyu.

Fortunately, they hid far enough away and were not affected by the violent source.

Another strong man in the Perfection realm has fallen.

In the past two months, this kind of situation has happened many times.

The expressions on Chen Muyu and Dong Lai's faces did not change much. On the contrary, Hu Bugui's face turned pale.

The fall of a strong man in the Perfection Realm was really an eye-opener.

In the space, the origin of the agitation slowly calmed down after a long time. The distorted space was restored again, and the seal of Xiaoling Mountain was automatically closed.

The moment it was closed, Chen Muyu could see that the battle was still going on.

"Brother Chen, let's withdraw first."

Hu Bugui's beard trembled and his voice trembled. He couldn't understand why Chen Muyu and the others were hiding here. Is it necessary to watch this kind of excitement?

It's easy to get yourself into it if you're not careful.

Chen Muyu looked back at him and said, "Mother Mangshan is still inside, and you want to leave right now?"

Hu Bugui's face stiffened, "Her strength should be enough to protect herself. The key is now, I can't protect myself."

To put it bluntly, this old guy is afraid of death.

He doesn't care about friendship or not, feelings or not. He only knows that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall.