Da Ming Yuan——

This is the place where the number one sect that exists in this world, the Mu Sect. Here, the scenery is stunning, and the Xuanjing Qi contained in all things in the avenue is also several times richer than other places. Here, even the most ordinary monks, as long as they can cultivate here for a year and a half, the speed of cultivation will also show a geometric multiplier.

Therefore, Da Ming Yuan, Mu Zong, these two names are definitely the names that the monks who ordered so today are in awe.

However, on this day, it was definitely one of the bleakest days in the history of Mu Zong, here, there were corpses everywhere, and there were many people holding their relatives in pain, gritting their teeth and glaring at the child who was surrounded by many powerful monks.

The child, with a quaint and blood-stained sword, was the blood of the motionless corpses that had fallen to the ground.

And this child is the sect master of Mu Sect, the eldest son of Mu Yu - Mu Wudao.

"Ah...... Ah......" At this time, the young man was holding the long sword in his hand, his mind had already been occupied by the demons in his heart, and his eyes were red and roared at many powerful monks.

He was not afraid of them at all, because even the sect master of the largest sect in the world today could not help him at this time.

Perhaps, it's not like it's a helpless thing. Rather, it was his child, how could he bear it......

Mu Yu was carrying a spear, which was a little dark and deep, and calmly looked at Mu Wudao who was surrounded by people.

"Kill him, kill him, kill this brute. An elder next to him was holding a fiery long sword and glared at Mu Wudao angrily. His heart was dripping blood, because, in the chaos just now, his grandson died tragically on the young man in front of him because he was not sane.

Maybe it was because his status in Mu Zong was not high, or maybe he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat the young man in front of him whose eyes were glowing red, so he didn't make a move, but waited for an opportunity.

An opportunity to really kill the young man in front of him.

Mu Yu's heart was also dripping blood, from the time Mu Wudao was born, he knew that this child would definitely bring disaster to the world when he grew up. However, he just couldn't bear it, it was his child, the tiger poison didn't eat children, and how could he bear to point the spear in his hand at him.

"Kill him, kill him ......".

Immediately afterwards, many people slowly filled with hateful eyes, staring at the young man in the middle, if their eyes could kill, I believe that Mu Wudao had died thousands of times.

This is a cliff called Carved Cliff. Originally, the scenery was quite beautiful, but this place was often a place where Mu Zong dealt with people who made mistakes, so this is definitely a place that everyone in Mu Sect does not want to come to.

However, they came here again, and they used their powerful crystal technique to drive Mu Wudao here, and they were going to end Mu Wudao's life here.

"Mu Wudao, suffer death. Finally, the tip of the pitch-black spear was still pointed at Mu Wudao. Although the owner of the spear had too much reluctance and helplessness, he still chose the former.

Mu Wuao looked at his father, he was also full of hatred for Mu Wudao in his heart, just now, Mu Wudao killed his mother, no, it should be his and Mu Wudao's mother.

Mu Wuxian was still being held in the arms of a female woman at this time, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, not knowing what was happening.

Mu Wudao looked at everyone, looking at everyone's gaze that seemed to eat him, the red light seemed to dim, making his mind return slightly.

"Daddy......" he shouted, with a long charm and a little hatred for himself.

"There is no way. The spear in his hand trembled, as if it was about to be unable to hold it, and slowly drooped.

"Mu Wudao, don't think. Then, with a pop, a pitch-black spear pierced his lower abdomen and pushed him down the cliff.

Mu Wudao, as well as the pitch-black spear, fell towards the bottom of the carved cliff together, and even Mu Yu at this time, if he wanted to save it, it was too late.

"No pride!" Mu Yu looked at his second son, feeling a little lost in his heart, as if something was missing.

However, Mu Wuao didn't look back at him, but kept looking at the place where Mu Wudao had just fallen from the cliff.

There wasn't a single tear shed, there was, just cold eyes.

Yes, the moment of the calcium carbide fire just now, it was Mu Wuao who snatched the spear in Mu Yu's hand and stabbed at Mu Wudao.

He has no regrets, only the pleasure of revenge.

Mu Wudao's mind gradually came to his senses, it should be said that he had already sobered up, otherwise, how could Mu Wuao's cultivation in the Crystal Spirit Realm be able to kill him.

Looking at the spear on his body that was slowly devouring his life, Mu Wudao slowly closed his eyes and greeted the arrival of death.