"Huh?" Mu Feng looked at him in surprise, and from his calm gaze, Mu Feng could see that he didn't seem to be lying, and he had said before that if he really wanted to get this piece of jade, the jade should have been in his hands a long time ago, and it seemed that he really didn't plan to ask for this piece of jade.

"I'm afraid that the number of people in this continent who know the secret of this piece of jade is not more than this number, and if you don't have that strength for you, you can't keep it. It's better to find a place to throw it away. The red-haired boy stretched out a slap and chuckled at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng's expression was complicated, he looked down at the calm and cold jade pendant in his hand, he didn't know what to say, he knew that there must be a huge secret around this piece of jade, but this secret seemed to be impossible for everyone to answer, or just avoided talking about it, which made Mu Feng's family firmly believe that they would protect this heirloom to the death.

"It has something to do with my lack of souls?" Mu Feng didn't want to dwell too much on this kind of question, so he asked curiously.

"I don't know much, but it's not supposed to be here. If the world knew its secrets and recognized it, I am afraid that you will be destroyed in an instant. ”

"I'm asking what it has to do with me not having a soul?" Mu Feng was a little impatient, such an ambiguous answer really made him lose patience when he was already impatient.

"It absorbs your soul energy, causing the life soul to never be able to condense, every bit of soul energy you produce is quietly absorbed by him, and when it is absorbed to a certain extent, it can exert some unexpected effect."

The red-haired young man smiled slightly, waved his hand to signal that Mu Feng didn't need to be so nervous, and replied in a calm voice.

Hearing this, Mu Feng's heart was also suddenly shocked, every time the magic circle appeared, there was a long time between it, could it be that it was absorbing its own soul qi during this time?

Although Mu Feng was reluctant to believe what the kid in front of him said, there were some things that could no longer be established by coincidence.

When he was seven or eight years old, Chu Zhen visited the royal family of Baiyue, and when he saw that it was the young Mu Feng, he said that he was gifted and intelligent, and his life and soul were stable, if he went to Santai Mountain to concentrate on cultivation, he would become a great weapon in the future, and it was also in that year that his father handed over this family heirloom jade pendant to himself, and since he brought it, he didn't feel anything wrong, and he still ate it.

But time has passed, and after all the hardships, he still came to Santai Mountain, but Chu Zhen, who admired him, said that he had no soul, could it be that the potential of the talented cultivation wizard he had done over the years had been inexplicably absorbed by this piece?

Thinking of this, Mu Feng was shocked in his heart, and it can be said that he had mixed feelings.

"What the hell is this?" After a long silence, Mu Feng dragged the jade pendant in his hand and looked at the simple jade pendant in the palm of his hand with a solemn expression, and his heart was heavy.

"I can't say exactly what it is, but if the old man were still alive, he might be able to tell you that I've seen a little bit of it from some fragments, and it's beyond my comprehension. There are also fragments that I can't read, so I can't tell where they came from. ”

"Where's the fragment?" Mu Feng frowned and asked eagerly.

"It was destroyed a long time ago, it was destroyed by these people above, and it was burned clean." The red-haired young man smiled bitterly and replied softly as he pointed to the towering mountains behind Mu Feng.

"Qingxuanzong?" Looking at the faint sadness and resentment in his eyes, Mu Feng was shocked again.

Could it be that the person in front of him is an orphan of an immortal sect who was destroyed by Qingxuanzong?

The battle between the immortal sects has never stopped, Qingxuanzong is now one of the three major immortal sects, in recent years, it is rare to hear of a festival with that sect, even if they infringe on the interests of some immortal sects, these immortal sects can only choose to swallow their anger if they know that they are not their opponents.

But it is undeniable that Qingxuanzong also walked an extremely bloody road before it grew stronger, and what stood out from the thousands of immortal sects was not the negotiation on the table, but the iron-blooded wrists, in other words, if the killings made by Qingxuanzong back then were exposed, I am afraid that the entire continent would be shaken.

"yes, it's hard to imagine, right? The dignified Qingxuanzong poured out of the nest and wiped out nearly a thousand people, and the old, weak, women and children did not let go. Thankfully, God has eyes and left me behind. The corners of the red-haired boy's mouth rose slightly, and his seemingly smiling smile was actually full of hatred and murderous intent.

"Why are they doing this?" Mu Feng frowned and questioned softly.

The battle between ordinary immortal sects is at most a small-scale conflict, and no matter how big it is, it is a duel between the sect masters, after all, there is an inextricable relationship between the immortal gate and the immortal gate, and if you do it too much, you may cause a lot of trouble for yourself, and no one wants to be too sharp and become the target of public criticism.

Therefore, Mu Feng still has a skeptical attitude towards what he said about destroying the door, once this kind of thing spreads, even the current Qingxuanzong will not be able to hide the truth of the matter, and people with ulterior motives will fall into the ground.

"Nothing is impossible, history is written by the victors, and as a loser, you never know what kind of dirty role you play in the history written by the world."

The red-haired boy stood up with his hands in his hands, his handsome face twisted towards the dark mountain forest in the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

"If you don't know where it came from, how do you know that many people are looking for it?"

The red-haired young man's sigh, Mu Feng quite agreed, now the rumors in the world are all about how good the three major immortal sects are, and no one has the slightest doubt about them, because they are the winners who stood out in the bloody battle in the turbulent years after the Kaiyuan War.

No one will doubt their words and deeds, nor do they want to doubt them, for most people on the mainland, including the former Mu Feng, regard them as a sacred and unattainable belief in their hearts, and who wants to doubt their own or even the belief that the entire family has passed down from generation to generation?

"There is a person in there who can answer your question, because it was he who planned it back then, and our clan rebelled and became the so-called evil way." The red-haired boy was silent for a moment, then turned around, his face suddenly became gloomy, pointing to the dim mountains behind Mu Feng, gritting his teeth and replying full of hatred.

"Evil ways? Who are you talking about? Mu Feng said in horror.

"Wang Wu, you may not have heard of this name. But the Great Elder of the Qingxuan Sect, you should have heard of it, right? ”

"Great Elder?" Hearing this title, Mu Feng suddenly felt a little chill in his back and couldn't breathe.