After Kicking The Original Sect, She Discovered That The Villain Was Ambitious

"Small fights are inevitable." The real man holding the sword was in a beautiful mood, feeling refreshed and as if he was decades younger.

"..." Qin Mufeng looked at the collapsed great elder of the Wuhen Sect and the dark "corpses" one after another.

A little fight...

Can you beat them until they are unable to fight back?

Everyone says that among all professions, sword cultivator is the strongest, alchemy cultivator is the weakest, followed by talisman cultivator.

To put things into perspective, to put it bluntly, Five Spirit Root Talisman Cultivation is comparable to Sword Cultivation.

Generally speaking, the tacit understanding between the two sects is very good, and the average strength is not bad. Unfortunately, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and a five-spirit root talisman cultivator that no one paid attention to appeared.

It seems like the two sects can't win without Bai Qiao?

【I declare! Senior Sister Bai is the next number one on the talisman cultivation list! Just beat her and that's it! Where can you hear such a planned path to wealth? Keep up with your brother! 】

[Wow, they fainted. I really want to see the two senior brothers from Xuanfu Sect come on stage and show off their prowess! The Frost Water Sword and the Eighteen Stars Disk are so beautiful! 】

[I’m just curious about one thing. Senior Sister Bai used to be a member of Tianhe Sect. Such a talented person left the sect. I want to know what he is thinking at this moment... Is Sect Leader Du watching? 】

[He is with the second sect and is a disciple. Of course he is concerned about it. Why would he come to the forum of a rival sect? 】

Bai Qiao's identity as Tianbei Dynasty was quickly forgotten.

When you join a sect of cultivating immortals, it doesn't matter whether your status is noble or not.

"Are you feeling unwell? How is your spiritual energy consumption?" As soon as Bai Qiao came down, Hei Ming immediately came up to meet him.

Bai Qiao smiled at him, "It's okay, it's not a big consumption."

She only used water enchantment once in the whole process.

"Senior brother, can I go to the second sect's arena to have a look?"

She was somewhat concerned about the secrets of Luo Yunshu. She flew to Jindan. Was it her own strength, chance, or drug addiction.

Luo Yunshu had murderous intentions towards her at first.

It's better to be on guard.

Heiming: "Okay, I'll take you there."

Every courtyard is guarded by disciples of Nonjian Mountain. If she goes there alone, she will be stopped, but with him, she can go unimpeded.

Hearing this, the sword-wielding master stopped the man who was about to leave, pulled him aside and taught him, "Someone from the Shenguang Sect is there. Let Mufeng take her there, and you stay."

This is the reason why the three major sects are separated.

Lun Jianshan knew about Mo Chen’s relationship with the Shenguang Sect.

"I'll take care of you. I just don't cause trouble."

"That's not the reason, Di Yan. Listen to me, it's not just the Shenguang Sect, but also the God Clan. The one who's here this time is your father, Mo Zezhong."

Heiming's pupils shrank and his body visibly stiffened.

This name was engraved deeply into his bones, with strong hatred.

It was the blood relative who personally pushed him into the devil's cave.

It is also one of the main culprits that caused his tragedy.

The master holding the sword patted his shoulder worriedly.

This child became a demon, and his father's contribution is not small.

"It doesn't matter, I want to get the antidote this time."

His voice was hoarse and hoarse, obviously calm, but there was a moment of trance that made people palpitate and fill their hearts with pain.

The master holding the sword knows his temperament, and since persuasion is useless, he will go with him.

The manager of the second sect is Song Jinan. He is lazily brushing his jade slips against the rune pillar.

The Tianhe Sect goggles were not on, and she was watching the Xingchang Festival battle from the sidelines, wearing a black veil.

"Why are you wearing a veil?" A woman's faint voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey!" Feng Jing was startled, not expecting the enemy sect to come over at all.

She patted her chest to calm down, and when she saw the masked man behind Bai Qiao, he hesitated and said to her: "You can't see people with a rash on your face. Is there a problem?"

Didn't anyone tell him that the Shenguang Sect was here? How could A Yan be a sheep in a tiger's mouth?

Bai Qiao: "No problem, as long as you are happy."

Where is the rash, hiding from the Shenguang Sect.

Bai Qiao sat down on the side of the goggles and carefully observed the rise and fall of Yunshu.

The action of the goggles just now attracted the attention of the men sitting beside the stage in the northwest audience.

He has obvious signs of age, but he still remains calm. His hair is a little silvery, but he is combed meticulously.

The eyebrows are thick and powerful, like two paintbrushes that have drawn two hard lines on a middle-aged man's face. They are full of the wisdom and experience of life, and have the majesty of insight into people's hearts.

Is this figure from the back Bai Qiao, the emperor of the Nether Clan?

I heard that she joined the First Sect, so why is she here?

Mo Zezhong followed her gaze and suddenly felt happy.

I came here specifically to see Chen'er!

With her good intentions, it seems that the resumption of marriage is just around the corner, and she still has feelings for Chen'er.

Mo Zezhong patted his coat and went down to the platform where Bai Qiao was sitting, and walked slowly over. Before he got close to her, the young man in the golden mask blocked his way with a sword.

Mo Zezhong frowned, "Who are you?"

"The Lord doesn't recognize me?" The man wearing earrings raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, half-lifting his mask, and his purple eyes were devoid of warmth and emotion.

There is only an indescribable coldness and alienation, and overwhelming hatred.

Mo Zezhong's eyes widened and he stared at that face in disbelief.

Song Jinan raised his eyes and saw two shadows walking to the distance to hold up the barrier and talking. He suddenly straightened his back and jumped near a person, "Master, will you let them meet alone?"

The sword-wielding master had no choice but to close his eyes and shake his head, "He wants to get back the antidote he was tricked into taking Lianxinhua when he was young."

"Can...can I get it back?"

...

Inside the soundproof barrier, Mo Zezhong was puzzled, "You're not dead?"

The Demonic Cave in the Demon City is known as the "Dead Man's Cave". If you go in, you will be enslaved and have control over your entire life.

He actually escaped and became a member of the first sect?

Hei Ming raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and his sarcastic smile made people feel like they were on pins and needles, with nowhere to hide, "The gods are not dead, how can I be willing to die?"

"..." Mo Zezhong looked unhappy.

When he saw this little son, he didn't feel the joy of acknowledging his family, only endless disgust.

Besides, he also became a demon.

He is even less worthy of recognizing his ancestors.

No, even if he is not a demon, he has no such idea.

"May I have your name?"

Mo Zezhong has been in seclusion for many years and has not paid attention to worldly affairs. He only recently came out of seclusion.

This boy was never named after he was born.

He was an illegitimate son and was not allowed to have a name. At home, he was called the second child.

If the servants are more respectful, they might call him Young Master, but on the contrary, they will be called "illegitimate son", "bastard", "disaster" and so on.

"The Lord God does not need to know that I am only looking for you for one thing, Lian Xinhua, the antidote."

Mo Zezhong, who knew what Lian Xinhua was, waved his sleeves angrily, "I don't have one!"

Sure enough, if this big trouble is not solved, there will be worries.

Heiming's face was covered with clouds. He moved his fingers, ice light flashed, and a blue tail ring appeared.

The ring instantly fired several almost transparent ice threads, twined them, and gently pulled them with five fingers, trapping the middle-aged man's neck in the cold air net!

"I can't kill your great boy, but I can kill you."

Mo Zezhong's eyes flashed with gloom.

He turned out to be a mutant ice spirit root...

Due to racial reasons, their clan has never had mutated ice spiritual roots.

"Patricide? Aren't you afraid of thunder?"

"It's really funny." The handsome man's half-black feather earrings are ghostly and charming, and the corners of his mouth are widened and unconventional. "When you forced me to kill my mother, did you ever worry that I would be struck by lightning?"