Staring at Zhong Zhen, whose flesh and blood were blurred, Hu Feice found that her eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to have lost consciousness. Even so, I was a little uneasy.

If the husband dies, he will die, but he will die in the fight and struggle with the enemy, and he will die a vigorous death. Even if they die together, they must pull each other to the ground together and break their bones together.

But Master Yuanwu Ancestor died a strange death, without a single scar on his body, and his robe was not even broken by a single thread. Zhihai is completely shattered, and the original spirit is completely wiped out. Hu Feize didn't want to die in such a daze.

Mu Qingsong couldn't check the clues from Yuan Wu's corpse, and if he wanted to investigate, he had to enter the corpse with his own divine sense to know the cause of death.

But no matter how you look at it, the sect's god ancestor died a very strange death.

After killing Yuan Wu, Zhong Zhen will not be able to get away with it no matter what.

He didn't want to be entangled with Hu Feice for too long, so he said, "Why don't we imprison her and ask what kind of spell she has used." Traditionally, demon cultivators have some innate skills, which are not something you and I can understand. ”

Hu Feice shook his head violently, "When she wakes up, I'm afraid it will be bloody again." Wang Luchen has been chasing her, but he has disappeared until now, and he must be dead, and the master was also killed by her. We must kill her right away before she wakes up and causes more damage. ”

Mu Qingsong was silent for a while.

He didn't know why he had to do his best to protect Zhong Zhen, not even for the sake of morality in his heart.

Even if he paid the spirit stone as a reward, the fate of being half a master and half an apprentice made Mu Qingsong unable to stand by indifferently.

Maybe it was because she contributed the spirit wine and spirit fruit to support the scene at his banquet, or maybe she ate a whole pancake that was spit out of her stomach and kindly put away the rest so that no one else would suffer.

Because the only apprentice he usually accepted, Wang Ci, who has always spoken very little, suddenly said one day: I like that demon cultivator senior.

The only two people who eat meat and drink soup on Kuzang Peak are Wang Ci and Zhong Zhen. Because he mixed a lot of meat from high-level demon beasts to eat, Wang Ci was full one day, but he just casually said it to Mu Qingsong, but he didn't really take it seriously.

However, he didn't talk much, and he never praised anyone, but Mu Qingsong misunderstood it in his ears.

From the words that came out of Zhong Zhen's mouth and the tone that appeared from time to time, Mu Qingsong understood that she had experienced countless hardships and worked hard to get to where she is today.

This girl is not a demon cultivator, she is more like a person than most monks!

A man who may lie a lot, but is very sincere in his heart.

A person with a past is definitely not a so-called demon cultivator who has lost his memory. As for why she has a pair of wings, a demon pill in her body, and a skin color that is not as white as a real person, she has to ask herself.

What is the origin of this woman, Mu Qingsong wanted to know, but never asked.

He's not a detail-oriented person, and he doesn't like to guess where people come from. Because any kind of unsubstantiated speculation can be wrong, and it will make him look at others with prejudice.

Everyone has their own secrets that are difficult to tell, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

But as a Yuanying monk who had lived for nearly six hundred years, Mu Qingsong had traveled to countless places and met countless people, not only in the immortal cultivation realm, but also in countless mortal cities.

No lie can afford to contact each other for many years, and Zhong Zhen doesn't seem to be wary of him, and even slowly get to know each other and become friends.

Stringing together the tone that leaked out of Zhong Zhen's mouth bit by bit, Mu Qingsong gradually understood that this girl may have grown up in a mundane country since she was a child, and she knew how to make a living from excellent danqing and carving.

Perhaps there is also an elderly relative who has passed away and a female master.

She should also have a long-lost best friend, who is about two points similar to him Mu Qingsong. That's why she didn't hesitate to hire him in front of the teleportation array, and she also recognized the wrong person in a daze before the Holy Maiden City fell unconscious.

She had something in her hand or a secret that she couldn't tell anyone, but it involved the lives of many people, so she had to work hard and see death as home.

This girl is a completely different person from him, but deep in her heart, she is extremely similar.

Mu Qingsong exhaled deeply and breathed the breath that had been held in his heart for a long time, and finally made an extremely difficult decision.

Since she was still alive and her heart was still beating, she couldn't be handed over to the sect by him. That's a dead end. She shouldn't die, the damned Liu Yuncian and the damn Yuan Wu are dead, do you want Zhong Zhen to fill in the lives of these two people?

He used the ** of the gods to step on the clouds, urging the aura of the whole body, and walked several miles in one step, heading towards the forbidden place behind the sect.

Hu Feice stomped his foot on the sword, feeling worried.

Senior Brother Mu's extremely pedantic head has been low-key for so many years, but now he wants to go against the entire sect?

The master is dead, the junior sister is dead, he should take revenge, but think about the senior sister's personality, this revenge is okay.

Master

Master took him as an apprentice, mostly because he was born handsome. The senior brothers under the sect, except for Wang Luchen, who only worshiped the door wall a few years ago, the others were all adopted by the ancestor during the Qi refining period.

There were even a few children that Master had found from outside.

Whether it is a man or a woman, all of them are children with red lips and white teeth and excellent appearance.

The master prefers disciples with a single water spirit root, such as Senior Sister Liu is a water spirit root, but he is a golden spirit root, so he is not so likable.

Besides, his family background is very good, the Hu family is a great cultivation immortal family, the master was born in the past, and he has never paid attention to the disciples with good family backgrounds.

Over the years, there were only two people who had formed Yuan Infants, and most of the others had not been able to marry the Golden Pill, and they all died inexplicably during the foundation building period, and many disciples actually disappeared during the Qi refining period.

These things can only be understood but not spoken.

Hu Feice followed Mu Qingsong desperately. No matter what, the master is the master, one day is the master and the whole life is the father, and he can't help but avenge this revenge.

"What is he doing in the Forbidden Land?" Following from afar with his divine sense, Hu Feice noticed that Mu Qingsong had entered one of the forbidden places of the sect.

I once heard the master reveal here that it is called the Lethe River Demon Domain, which is the most private place of the most sect, and most of the disciples have never heard of it at all.

It is said that the Lethe Demon Domain has only one use, and that is to punish the disciples who have committed the most heinous crimes.

As soon as he entered the Lethe River, he suffered the pain of a thousand knives, and his soul was scattered and never reborn.

From ancient times to the present day, only one person has come out alive. Some people say that he was hunted down and killed by the people of the entire Zhongtianzhou, and although he walked out of Lethe alive, he did not escape and was blown into a ball of flesh.

But some people said that the person was not afraid of the so-called pursuit at all, and he disdained to leave Zhongtianzhou early here, to a wider world, and later flew to the upper realm.

In the past, those legends were never like a thick fog that could not be removed, and they were not recorded in the jade slips, but they were just passed down from generation to generation. The more secret things are, the more confusing and difficult to see the truth becomes. (To be continued.) )