Heaven Defying Dark Empress

"It was my fault." Mo Liuxian snorted.

The master and the apprentice talked and laughed, and completely put Lian Qingchen aside, making her who had been standing there bowed all the time appear a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and she had never been washed away like this before.

Mo Liuxian thought for a while, spread his palm lightly, and a white jade token appeared, with a very old Dan character written in the middle.

The crimson is hot, the brushwork is insolent, and it has the charm of Daoism.

"You take this." Mo Liuxian handed it to the person in front of him.

Mu Tianyin took it, and she looked it up and down carefully, almost biting her teeth, but apart from the simple texture, she didn't see much special about it.

"Mysterious Fire Order!"

It was the superior Nanfang Tianzun who made the astonished voice, so calm that he couldn't even stabilize his emotions at this moment.

Mu Tianyin had a puzzled expression, "Xuanhuo Order?"

She hadn't heard of it, but judging by Nan Zun's expression, it shouldn't be an ordinary token.

"What!"

Everyone around screamed.

Xuanhuo Order, the highest-profile alchemy order of Ziyang Danzong!

Holding it, you can call the finished pills of all the alchemists under the Ziyang Danzong, and control its whereabouts.

To make a simple analogy, a person who possesses this order, as long as he gives an order, can impose forbidden alchemy on a person, or even on an immortal sect, so no alchemist in the entire Ziyang Sect will dare to sell it. Even if a elixir is given to that fairy gate!

On the path of cultivating immortals, how many monks are pinning their hopes on the breakthrough of the power of elixir?

How many monks need elixir to save their lives when their lives are in danger?

Even those first-class sects of immortal sects have a huge demand for elixir, which is one of the reasons why the Ziyang Pill Sect has been dominating the Northern Wilderness for thousands of years, and no one dares to mess with it.

Hold the Profound Fire Order, and with another order, you can also provide countless panaceas for any monks and immortals for free!

To put it a bit crudely, smashing with elixir can transform a weak sect into a powerful immortal sect within tens of hundreds of years.

All the evidence is that little Xuanhuo Token!

And this right, in history, has almost always been controlled by the highest authority of the Ziyang Sect. Before that, everyone knew that the Xuanhuo Token must be in the hands of Immortal Mo Liu.

Now, it just fell on Mu Jin!

A few months ago, a little spark appeared faintly. It can almost be said that it was a little-known little monk. Mu Jin might not even be an alchemist!

Lian Qingchen's shock was no less than that of anyone on the scene, she was the clearest, the ancient token had a back-to-basics at the beginning of the road, but it was unusually dazzling at this time.

absurd!

This is really the biggest joke she has ever heard in her life!

At the same time, Shi Lian Qingchen's bad premonition became more and more serious.

This Mu Jin can't really be Immortal Mo Liu...

"Master, Master." Ouyang Xuan tugged on Bai Qiutian's sleeve, anxious, annoyed and angry, her distorted expression was about to cry, "How could the Holy Master give the Xuanhuo Order to Mu Jin?"

Why, what qualifications does Mu Jin have!

If Shengzun wants to choose a successor among the younger generation, it should be himself.

"Shut up." Bai Qiutian looked gloomy, but he could only press his lips hard and didn't say anything.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yeran licked the corners of Rouge's mouth with great interest, then walked back to his seat silently and sat down.

It seems that there is no need for him.

Among the Qingcheng faction, Duan Chenfeng opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned his chest.

Sure enough, as Chao Ge said, Mu Jin is a bit interesting, but it is really surprising that he can be favored by the Holy Lord, and even pass the Xuanhuo Order to him.

Several elders of the Ji family looked at each other carefully.

The one with the weirdest expression belonged to Ji Nanfeng, who was twitching and shaking non-stop at this time, and he had to secretly rejoice in his heart, sighing that he had the foresight this time.

Fortunately, he just held back!

"What are you doing..." Mu Tianyin held the Profound Fire Order, and slowly circled around, choking on a few words in her throat, taking everyone's complicated and frightened eyes into her eyes, and then she knocked out Two words, "used."

What is it for?

With a smile on his face, Mo Liuxian just said, "Just keep it first."

"Oh." Mu Tianyin blinked dizzily, and took the token with her backhand.

Although I don't know what it is for, at least no one will stop her when she goes in and out.

"What kind of expression does this kid have!"

"Yes, he still dislikes it, don't give it to me."

"He doesn't even know what the Profound Fire Order is, so he dares to accept it."

Many immortal cultivators around seemed to really want to hit the wall, and their envious and jealous eyes almost drowned out the young man in green shirt in the middle of the hall.

In his heart, he silently remembered a young man named Mu Jin.

To explain the current situation in one sentence, it is that if Ziyangzong offends anyone, he can't offend Mu Jin!

Mo Liuxian chuckled, then nodded in satisfaction.

Standing in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, he has beautiful blue hair and a beautiful woman like jade, as if standing by water, naturally bringing out a mysterious artistic conception of a breeze blowing over the hills, "Let me introduce you to fellow Taoists, Mu Jin."

He called the boy next to him.

Mu Tianyin raised her head and looked at Mo Liuxian.

Immortal Mo Liu looked around, his eyes were as indifferent as water, but full of murderous aura, and said slowly, "This is a disciple of this seat, and the only closed disciple of this seat."

"Master Mo Liuxian's closed disciple?"

"Mu Jin?"

It was like boiling water in the hall, and everyone's guess was confirmed, and the pot exploded all at once.

Ouyang Ning, who was still complaining about Bai Qiu's injustice just now, went limp all over, almost sat on the ground, went crazy, and looked at the center of the hall in a daze, "A disciple of the Holy One?"

Still a closed disciple!

"impossible!"

What a joke, she must be dreaming!

Could it be that the master that Mu Jin mentioned before is the Lord Shengzun? Thinking of this, Ouyang Xuan froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Really!" Feng Xiaobai smiled uglier than crying on that old face.

The master Mu Jin was waiting for was actually his younger brother!

It's no wonder that he was thinking about how to insinuate, this kid refused to reveal anything, if Mu Jin had told him earlier, he would definitely have thrown him out of Ziyangzong as a lunatic.

Because it is incredible!

For more than three thousand years, no matter how outstanding and talented the sect has been, the younger brother has never planned to accept disciples, and he knows this situation best.