Heaven Defying Dark Empress

Who is it that even the Great Venerable dares to call a little bastard!

Long Xiangtian flew up in mid-air, and stretched out his hand into a claw towards Mu Tianyin. He didn't even have time to restrain the anger on his face, so he was fixed there. Out of fear.

Mu Tianyin held the black cauldron the size of a palm in her hand, and looked with surprise on her face, "Master?"

Since when did she have a master? How could she not know!

I saw a white shadow floating in the sky on the opposite side of the cliff, with white eyebrows and beard, white robe and white hair, thin figure, the old man with his hands behind his back, floating towards this side like a blue smoke, ethereal and uncertain.

The old man didn't have any sharp aura all over his body, and everyone didn't feel any sense of oppression, just like bathing in the light of a sage.

But Long Xiangtian's feeling was completely opposite, it was a feeling of suffocation on the verge of death!

Several venerables stared at each other with stiff necks, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Old Head!"

Several people called together, bowed and bowed.

"Old head?"

Thousands of disciples and teachers in the infield were completely shocked and dumbfounded.

The meaning of the venerables is not the old head of the garden, Bai Mufeng, who is said to have survived the catastrophe and become a saint, and walked away from the stars!

"Is it really the old head, the head of Xianyuan?"

In the infield, the whole scene became a sensation.

But if you think about it, the Great Venerable Long Xiangtian is the real Ziyan in the late stage of Dao Tribulation, except for the real saint, who can touch him at all? Not to mention a single word made him unable to move an inch.

"It must be!"

Xianyuan Yuan Changbai Mu Feng, that is a legendary figure!

According to legend, after Bai Mufeng became a saint, he left the Immortal Land. He is a saint who can haunt the stars and the universe, and he is the only saint on the land of Middle Earth today!

How can I not be excited?

To be able to see such a character with my own eyes, even if I failed to enter Xianyuan this trip, it was worth it!

While Mu Tianyin was astonished, a touch of excitement flashed in her eyes.

A saint who can leave the immortal land by splitting his hands to open the sky!

Mu Tianyin was taken aback suddenly and blinked.

Why is this old man so familiar? Where did she meet?

The old man in white came to the high platform in no time, shook his sleeves and hummed, Long Xiangtian, who was frozen in mid-air, fell to the ground like a sandbag, and fell face-to-face. Bai Mufeng didn't care about his face at all.

The disciple stepped aside, grinning in pain just looking at it.

Bai Mufeng turned around, and Mu Tianyin saw his appearance clearly now, and couldn't help being surprised, "Old man Pine Cone?"

Isn't this the old man who hung on the tree when she was meditating on the top of the mountain that day!

"What old man with pine cones!" Bai Mufeng raised his beard and shouted at Mu Tianyin, "Old man, I am old, but my ears are not deaf." You son of a bitch, you don't even call out to Master."

The corner of Mu Tianyin's mouth twitched, "When did I become your disciple?"

"Oh my god, my little ancestor!" Fang Zongzhi covered his forehead with his backhand, staggered, and was really about to faint now.

This damn girl, do you know who the person in front of her is!

"Why didn't I know there was such a thing?" Mu Tianyin stared at Bai Mufeng with her starry eyes, but she was asking the truth in her heart, she really didn't know when she became the old man's disciple.

You should let me know!

Bai Mufeng was stunned for a moment, stroked his beard with two fingers, then nodded his head as if suddenly realizing something, and said with a smile, "Old man, I forgot to tell you that day, who told you to Run so fast."

"Didn't you let me go?" Mu Tianyin was completely speechless.

Bai Mufeng raised his eyebrows, "If I tell you to go, just go, if you're so obedient, then I'll tell you to call me Shizun, but don't you call me!"

"..."

The inner square of Xianyuan, which accommodates tens of thousands of people, is completely silent, except for the rustling of the embroidered cranes and the big banners of the mountain wind.

Fang Zongzhi couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at the old and the young.

These two live treasures!

Mu Tianyin's face was covered with black lines, and her complexion was strange.

This is the sage who Gu Xing'er said he couldn't talk about casually? She looked like a child who hadn't grown up.

Bai Mufeng chuckled, "It's okay, it's okay if I tell you now, old man."

"Have you asked me if I am willing?" Mu Tianyin asked.

"!"

Everyone trembled when they heard Mu Tianyin's words, even Long Xiangtian, who was lying on the ground, shivered reflexively, and seemed to feel a little bit better at the moment.

The other venerables, when they heard Mu Tianyin's words, their complexions were distorted like a melon.

The most calm person was Bai Mufeng.

But the old man frowned, thinking that it was the same thing, he thought for a while, squinted his eyes at the little girl in green shirt below, and said abductively, "It's good to be my disciple, old man."

"It's good." Mu Tianyin seemed to be negotiable.

Seeing that there was something going on, Bai Mufeng nodded again and again, but went around and said, "There are many benefits."

Mu Tianyin stared at him quietly, and after a long while under the nervous eyes of the old man, she finally let go, "Okay."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the venerables were even more distressed, but this person is the old head of the garden, they dare not say anything, besides, the old head of the garden has to coax him to accept this disciple? They seem to be reassuring a bit.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Bai Mufeng laughed out loud, filled with joy.

Mu Tianyin stared at the white-robed old man on the high platform with fixed eyes, and then solemnly joined hands and bowed, "Disciple Mu Tianyin, pay respects to Master!"

This word is respectful and polite.

This word echoed among the peaks of Yunwu Mountain for a long time, until thousands of years later, it seems to be still in my ears!

You Qingyu's face was ashen, but he pretended to be calm and refused to show his fragile posture. His body was fixed in place like a wooden stake, and his eyes poked the ground beside his feet, as if he wanted to stare into a hole there. Come.