Above the central attic of the Qingjia Holy General's residence, a figure stood quietly. A gust of wind blew, and the robes whirred. With his hands behind his back, he held them slightly, but even with his best control, he could still see that he was trembling.

It seems to be struggling with something, it seems that there is something entangled in the heart. For a long time, the Qingjia Holy General only felt that his mind had never been chaotic, how could it become like this? Why couldn't he bear it?

Originally, when he took on this task, he was full of confidence. Because he felt that those who dared to break into this holy realm must be brave and reckless, and they should be able to solve it easily. But I didn't expect it to be so.

In a duel with Muyang, the Qingjia Saint will feel Muyang's strength, Muyang's perseverance, and at the same time, he will also feel the bond between them. It is this kind of bond that makes Muyang move forward bravely.

Because he has a trustworthy companion as his backing, no matter how he makes the relationship clear, Muyang is still so resolute, without the slightest hesitation or retreat. Because of this road, he must go through.

The curse between the soul clan and the god clan, and what is Muyang's true identity. And all the troubles over the years, there needs to be an answer. Now that he has obtained the map of the Wolong Holy Path, it is impossible for Muyang to give up.

Originally, when encountering such a situation, the Qingjia Saint General could choose to kill him. Even Muyang's strength can be tied with it. But after all, this is above the Holy Domain, and it is the territory of his Qingjia Holy General, so there is not much of a problem.

However, he just couldn't do it. In addition to sympathy, he also has his own judgment. Muyang is not like what was said above, without the slightest thought, without the slightest action, but on the contrary.

Because the Qingjia Saint General saw that the spiritual light flying blade on Mu Yang's body was made by the soul of a cultivator. Such a huge soul body is willing to follow him, then it means that there is indeed control.

Therefore, the Qingjia Holy General was entangled and confused. He didn't know what he should choose? Should he follow the order and report Muyang's situation to the top, or hide it and find a way to solve all kinds of problems with Muyang?

The fists clenched again and again, and then released again and again. The next second, I saw him slam on the railing in front of him. The entire railing shattered in an instant under the powerful impact. This force is unique.

He shook his hand in annoyance and turned around sharply. His eyes lit up: "When did you come here?" What did you see?" In front of him was a guard, but he was too engrossed in it, so he didn't notice his breath at all.

Kneeling on one knee, he respectfully arched his hand and said, "Holy General, you can't hesitate like this anymore. If you continue, you'll be even more indecisive. When the time comes, the people above will find out, and we will be in trouble. ”

"Shut up, I have my own measure in this matter, and no one can divulge half a point. If the news leaks out, you know the consequences. The Qingjia Saint General brushed his sleeves and left, leaving the guard, and his silver teeth clenched: "Your subordinates won't watch you make mistakes." ”

The Green Armor Saint General thought that he had never been so entangled. It has always been decisive, and there is no half of the mud and water. But for Muyang, there was always a strange feeling, and for the first time, he became hesitant.

The guards retreated secretly, as if they had already made a decision. After a while, another figure came out. Under the light, Mu Yangda's expression was calm, but his whole body revealed a coldness, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Muyang, what do you think he will do? take care of himself, or help us?" asked Linlin softly. They had always seen the previous scene clearly. It's actually very easy to hide your breath.

"Huh...... What else can I do? Qingjia Holy General himself, I dare to promise that I will not take the initiative to report. But the guards just now, not necessarily. After all, people are selfish, and if he reports it, I'll be easy. ”

In fact, Muyang really didn't care much. As for their whereabouts, it is impossible to hide them after arriving here. It doesn't make a difference if you say it or not. It's just that he wants to see the attitude of the Qingjia Holy General.

Time passes quickly, and night falls. When the mansion was completely silent, a flash of light suddenly crossed the sky. Mu Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and a mysterious smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

A moment later, on the pinnacle of this Wolong Holy Path, in the center of the palace that stretched for hundreds of miles, a figure turned his back to the gate. With a wave of his hand, he caught a white light. Slowly turned around, and a wave of energy swept away, and he couldn't see clearly.

The white light turned into a letter condensed by the spirit child in his hand, and a row of typesetting circulated on it. Boom, boom, flutter in the air. This person raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "It's finally here, and sure enough, that person's words work." ”

The light outside the door flashed, and another figure condensed. When you see his appearance clearly, if Muyang is present, he will definitely be quite surprised. Because the person who appeared here was none other than his father, Mu Panglong.

"Your plan has been reached, he has come. If you want to obtain the power of the bloodline on his body, in fact, as long as you make a move, you can easily get it. But why did you go to such great lengths, why?"

The tone is not good, and he seems to be very disdainful of talking to him. But in the next second, a pair of invisible hands clamped it: "Don't forget, whose territory is here, whose control are you? ”

Bang! boom! There was a loud bang, and Mu Panglong was slammed into the wall without any power to resist. A long trail appeared on the ground. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still staring at the person in front of him with disdain.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Ha ha...... What else can you do but vent like this? The Lord of the Sacred Realm? Is your bloodline pure? The Sky Dome Project? You want to open it, you want to control all the domains? Ridiculous!"

The afterimage flashed again, clicked, and a big hand grabbed Mu Panglong's neck. A hideous smile appeared on his face: "Hehe...... You're right. It's true that the bloodline of this seat is not pure enough, but so what?"

Suddenly let go of his hand, the person spun around, and spread his hands out: "You have to figure out the current situation, everything is under the control of this seat." What family affection, what friendship, what love, are all insignificant things in the face of power. ”

Staggering to his feet, Mu Panglong coughed continuously. He himself didn't understand what was being done. Betrayal, forbearance, and confusion in the mind. But the only thing he knows is that as long as Muyang exists, there is still hope.

"Very well, you are very decisive indeed. In order to get this far, you have to do whatever it takes. Betraying the clan and deceiving his own daughter. I really admire that you can't do it, only what others can't think of. ”

Turning around, he forced his body and walked out. He didn't know if what he was doing now was right, but as long as he could buy a little time for Muyang, it would be worth it: "Muyang, I hope you can finally understand the intentions of your father......"

(End of chapter)