The Wu family has a secret room in the Bulao Mountain.

The secret room is a hundred feet deep underground, and it was in this secret room that the Wu father and son pulled out a gap in the "Falling Moon" sword slightly, so that Wu Qianshu could get the magic skill of "Taishang Forgetting Love".

At this time, in the center of the secret room, on a tall chair, Wu Changkong looked up at the rune-covered roof in a trance.

Ten iron pillars were erected around him, and on the iron pillars, ten golden pill monks with pale faces and dull breaths were bound with chains the thickness of their arms.

Looking at their clothes, there are different sects.

Two of them were the demon cultivators who wanted to pull out the "Falling Moon" sword in front of the Welcome Pavilion, Du Sheng, Du Xuan.

The atmosphere in the silent chamber was oppressive, except for the weak gasps of the Jindan monk above the iron pillar.

"Ahem"

A violent cough broke the silence of the chamber.

A few mouthfuls of dark black blood erupted from Du Sheng's mouth, his face was pale, and his pair of turquoise pupils were dim.

"Although my two brothers are demon cultivators, they don't think they have offended their fellow Daoists, and your son's wedding also gave a rich gift, and you took advantage of the fact that the two of us were seriously injured after drawing their swords, and plotted against us, so you are not afraid of causing monstrous disasters to the Flying Immortal Sword Sect?"

The ten people who were bound by the iron chain raised their heads at the same time and looked at Wu Changkong in the chair with resentful eyes.

Wu Changkong's eyes were empty, and it took a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"How can I not be afraid? But I am even more afraid of my own desperation, when I once made a vow in front of her to take care of my two sons?"

"My ancestor, back then, he followed the ancestor of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect to spend his scattered leaves here, and from generation to generation, Tianjiao fell for the Immortal Mountain, and now in my generation, there are only three of my father and son left!"

"Back then, the combination of Lin Luochen and the demon girl caused a monstrous disaster for the Immortal Mountain, and my Taoist companion fell in the bloody battle ten years ago, and now my youngest son's life and death are unknown, and even the eldest son has cultivated to regress, and the foundation is not covered, he came to me a few days ago to prepare ten Jindan monks for him, and I think there is any way to use your lives to make up for your own heavy damage!"

"I'm very afraid now that he has gone astray, but I'm even more afraid of losing my only son now, and if I die in the future, what face will I have to go to Jiuquan to question her."

The more Wu Changkong spoke, the more excited he became, and the aura of a golden pill suddenly erupted.

He sat down in his chair and with a groan, it turned to powder.

Wu Changkong got up, looked at the ten people on the iron pillar with a hideous face, and said madly:

"There are only two people left in my Wu clan now, shouldn't the Sword Sect repay my father and son, even if it is revealed at this time, the Flying Immortal Sword Sect will be wiped out from now on, and my Wu clan will not owe anything to the Sword Sect, whether you are alive or dead, it should be decided by my son!"

Although Wu Changkong's words were crazy, his tone was extremely decisive.

It is better for the Sword Sect to perish than to fulfill Wu Qianshu's requirements, in the eyes of the ten Jindan monks, he may be mad, but for Wu Qianshu, he is definitely a good father who loves him like a mountain.

The stone wall in front of the secret room, at this time, dense runes flickered, and after a few breaths, a secret door was gently pushed open.

Everyone in the chamber paused, their eyes staring at the stone door that had been opened.

The first thing that came into view was not Wu Qianshu.

It was a pale and bloodless hand and a long bright red dress.

The center of the dress depicts a king of birds: "Phoenix"

One hand, a bright red wedding dress.

"Stampede"

The sound of footsteps came, and Wu Qianshu's cold and ruthless cheeks appeared in everyone's eyes.

What a ruthless cheek it was, as if it were cutting off the path of heaven for the monk to move forward.

"Ka"

The stone gate behind Wu Qianshu closed, and hundreds of runes flashed, sealing the stone gate to death.

Wu Changkong looked at the wedding dress in Wu Qianshu's hand, his dull cheeks suddenly grew old, and his black hair slowly turned gray.

He sat cross-legged in the middle of the chamber, his eyes darkened.

"The child and Mei'er greet their father!"

Wu Qianshu, who had just walked into the secret room, knelt down heavily, picked up the bright red wedding dress with both hands and kowtowed three times to Wu Changkong in the center.

A few cloudy tears fell from the corners of Wu Changkong's old eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes and said:

"I didn't want you to come here, I still have some extravagant hopes in my heart, but you still came!"

Wu Qianshu couldn't kneel, but carefully held the wedding dress high above his head.

Wu Changkong was silent for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes, and a tiger-like gaze fell on Wu Qianshu.

"When you appeared in the secret room with this wedding dress, you must have made up your mind, since you are here, why do you have to be such a mother-in-law!"

Wu Qianshu raised his ruthless cheeks, and the black pupils in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes were white.

He got up slowly, carefully tucked the wedding dress in his hand into his arms, and whispered:

"When I asked you to prepare ten Jindan monks, I guess you realized in your heart that my son and I have entered the demon cultivation, not only did you not stop me, but you still prepared these monks for me, as your son I have nothing to say."

"Please rest assured, there are thousands of avenues, and demon cultivation may not be able to become supreme, at that time, my martial clan and others can restore their former glory, isn't this exactly what you are pursuing in your life?"

Wu Changkong changed his decadence just now, pointed to the ten monks tied to the iron pillar with his hand and said:

"These monks have been sealed by me, I will never ask what you are for, but you must know that once this matter is revealed, you can ignore me and flee quickly!"

On Wu Qianshu's cold cheeks, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"I never thought that tomorrow when I pedal on the immortal ladder, I would be a blockbuster, who would believe that these monks died at my hands."

Wu Qianshu's white fingers, Yin Hong's smoke rose, and there seemed to be more tenderness in his cold and ruthless eyes.

"The extreme of the heavenly dome, north and south, east and west, there is nothing else to do with each other!"

In a poignant song, the scarlet smoke slowly condensed into Lan Mei'er's appearance.

Her eyes were hollow, staring at Wu Qianshu, and the long skirt that had been transformed into a bright red wedding dress slowly changed into a bright red wedding dress.

The smoke was like silk, and she stretched out a slender hand condensed with smoke, caressing Wu Qianshu's cheek, and kept singing in her mouth

"North, South, East and West, there is no other reason for each other! Don't care, don't forget yourself!".

Wu Changkong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, did not have a trace of surprise, only a few lines of old tears dripping out of nowhere.

Wu Qianshu pointed to the monk on the iron pillar and said coldly:

"Mei'er has taken the essence and blood cultivation of these monks for me to help me practice!"

Du Sheng, Du Xuan looked at the scarlet smoke and the soul-like blue Mei'er, and roared tremblingly:

"Kill the seven emotions and six desires, but reverse the sky, how do you get this long-lost "Taishang Forgetfulness" magic skill!".

Wu Qianshu didn't react, but Lan Mei'er, who turned into smoke, let out a long howl.

Ten fingertips, countless wisps of smoke gushed out.

The dense filaments cut through the chains and bound the ten monks into large characters in the air, and the filaments that were strangled around their necks made their faces turn blue and stick out their long tongues.

"Don't kill me! I can recognize you as the Lord, and I will be at your disposal from now on!"

"I am the son and son of the ancestor of the first child, if you dare to kill me, you will die!"

"Don't start with the child, the concubine is proficient in charming, so that the son can enjoy the joy of monkey sky"

For a time, the desperately struggling Jindan monks were threatened and begged, one by one like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Lan Mei'er chattered and laughed fiercely, and thousands of silk threads danced in the air.

The silk threads between the necks of everyone suddenly strangled, and ten huge heads flew up in the air.

Ten headless corpses wriggled and twitched in the air, blood mist gushing high and staining the entire chamber red.

The filaments floating in the air staggered at high speed, and a wriggling body was stirred into minced meat, and the silk threads wrapped the minced flesh in the sky like a cocoon.

Countless essence blood poured into Lan Mei'er's hands along the silk threads, and a sound of cooing and cooing sounded.

Wu Qianshu's pale face flushed, and his cultivation and aura grew rapidly.

After dozens of breaths, Wu Qianshu's body bones roared, and his breath was as high as the Jindan realm.

The smoke scattered in the sky, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood left in the entire secret room.

Wu Qianshu stretched out the tip of his long tongue and circled around his lips, looking at the ten hideous heads on the ground and said

"Mei'er, the soul hidden in the skull belongs to you, and it should greatly replenish your weak soul."

The tobacco at Lan Mei'er's fingertips turned into ten scarlet spears, stabbing fiercely into the eyebrows of the ten heads.

For a while, a terrible howl sounded, and one by one the transparent souls were picked out by the smoke like a spear, and were slowly melted and absorbed by the spear.

Lan Mei'er's empty eyes seemed to be moving in the air, her body condensed with smoke was clearer, and her scarlet hair stretched to her waist.

Wu Qianshu ignored Lan Mei'er, who was enjoying herself, and stood quietly behind Wu Changkong.

A sword light was slightly revealed at the tips of his white fingers, and he stared at Wu Changkong, who was sitting cross-legged, silent.

Legend has it that "Taishang Forgetfulness" is the highest absolute practice of demon cultivation, cultivating to the top can cut the heavens and destroy the earth, and I am the only one in the nine heavens, so good! I don't want my son to have this opportunity, and it should be the revitalization of my martial clan!".

Wu Changkong turned his back to Wu Qianshu, his eyes were lowered, and he said excitedly:

"Whether it's demon cultivation or the right path, only if you can revitalize my Wu clan in the future, you can practice for your father for a hundred years, and you are only in the middle of Jindan, and now you are also old, and there is no hope for a lifetime of yuan, you have now entered Jindan, which really makes you ashamed of your father, but now I can help you once, and he will not forget to revitalize my Wu clan in the future, and let me rest assured."

Wu Qianshu's eyes were hollow, and the sword light at his fingertips slowly approached Wu Changkong's neck.

At this time, Wu Changkong suddenly trembled, and a palm full of blood was raised high, and the palm of his palm was the size of a chicken egg.

"Since the cultivation of "Taishang Forgetfulness" must be self-defeating, otherwise you will not come to see me with Mei'er's wedding dress, but the Dao cultivation, the Dao heart must not be damaged, you are my son after all, how can I let you bear the name of killing your father, this Dan to you, it is also the last event that your father did for you, from now on, everything depends on you!".

After saying the words, Wu Changkong's head drooped, his breath disappeared, and only Gao Yang's arms were straight.

Wu Qianshu slowly knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to Wu Changkong's dead body nine times.

got up, swallowed the Jin Dan that Wu Chang was empty-handed into his stomach, and whispered in his mouth:

"Old thing, you have so many things, you didn't even give me a chance to cut off my own bonds, how can my Dao heart be perfected from now on!".