At the same time that Duzhao Songyue fell into complete darkness, Murong Bai also put Qiushui's horseshoe on his shoulders, and stepped into this river and lake formally!

Huangcui Dongfeng is the former residence of Mu Xiaohan, the master of the Yin-Yang school of Taoism.

A few days ago, Mr. Xiang was used by Nihai Chongfan because of his past jealousy, and finally died in the hands of Daozhen Beifangxiu and the famous sword Wuming Tired Shoutian. It was abandoned.

After all, this arena has always been about winners and losers.

It was nearly midnight, and a Taoist in red, covered in dust and tiredness written all over his face, stepped slowly into Huangcui Dongfeng.

Looking at the full depression that came into view, the pair of fists of the Taoist in red were unconsciously clenched in one place.

This person is naturally the well-known Xiongshan Dongyu Mu Zhengrong in the Taoist sect, and also the direct brother of Mu Xiaohan's mother and compatriot.

Mu Zhengrong has a very high status in the Daoist sect, and he is the supreme master of the Bagua heartflow among the three major heartflows of the Daoist sect, and he is as famous as Kunlun.

In the past, in order to win the master of the boxing domain, Lingxi pointed at the flawed heart, he practiced different boxing scores so hard that he almost went mad, and finally left a little bit of demonic thoughts in his heart.

Originally, with Mu Zhengrong's cultivation base, he would not burn his body when he was out of flames, and he would not disturb his mind if he was possessed by demons. As long as time passed, this demonic thoughts could be easily eliminated.

But who would have expected that, just as he was about to complete his work, Mu Zhengrong suddenly heard the news of the death of his younger brother...

People from Daoxuan's lineage are always easygoing, even if my brother made some mistakes, people from your Daozhen's lineage can easily kill him?

What's more, what my brother did, compared with your Daozhen lineage's slaughter of the entire Tianqiang clan, and your "feat" of beheading ten thousand people in the Daozhen Southern Sect by your hands, isn't it heinous?

Why can you still survive in this world after doing such evil things, but my brother has to bear the infamy all over his body, die right there, and even be cast aside after death?

The mind is different, and the hatred is added to the body.

The original evil thought was expanded by this, which finally caused Mu Zhengrong's entire temperament to change drastically.

He lost the calm demeanor of being a master of Taoism, and now he is just an ordinary person who is determined to avenge his brother.

Don't ask right or wrong.

"Little brother, don't worry."

Drinking a pot of wine to the moon, Mu Zhengrong looked around at Huang Cui Dongfeng who had lost his brotherly spirit, weeping blood in his heart and tears in his eyes.

"For your revenge, my brother's hands have long been filled with sin. One day, I will use these sinful hands to take his tired head and pay for your life!"

Zu Hongjun, thank you teacher...

On this road of revenge, no matter whether he wants to or not, he has killed many comrades who once had similar interests, making it difficult for him to turn back.

Gritting his teeth tightly, the hatred in Mu Zhengrong's eyes grew stronger.

If such a high price is paid, and it is difficult for that tired harvester to repay the blood debt, then what face does he have to live in the world?

Chapter 688

Chapter 688

month, speechless.

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A pot of cold wine, full of melancholy, Mu Zhengrong sat in the emerald green east wind, watching the bleak ground, recalling the difficulty of his own revenge, his heart suddenly felt emotional.

But at this moment, a clear poem sounded from a distance.

A familiar voice, a familiar tone.

Mu Zhengrong's mind moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Lonely wandering in the pine and moon, embracing everything without returning. The pine is proud and the moon is clear. The scene is never changing, and the world is never changing."

Amidst the sound of the poem trumpet, a handsome Taoist in white clothes with a sword in his hand stepped on the moon, and he came into Mu Zhengrong's eyes.

Seeing the way Mu Zhengrong was dispelling his worries with alcohol, Murong Bai already guessed the source of his depression.

"My friend, the matter of Mr. Xiang...sorry."

The reunion of old friends should have been an extremely joyous event.

But in this situation, after all, it is not suitable to say some other words.

"Friend, you..."

Mu Zhengrong originally wanted to ask why Murong Bai came, but after Murong Bai mentioned the word Xiang Jun, the two-pointed joy that had just appeared on his face disappeared again.

"Ugh……"

He thought of his younger brother again, and the helplessness of his younger brother Mu Xiaohan when he died under the Tired Harvest Heavenly Sword.

Feeling the murderous intent suddenly emanating from Mu Zhengrong, how could Murong Bai not know that the current Mu Zhengrong has long been bewitched.

If he only used ordinary methods to eliminate the obsession in his heart, it would be difficult to achieve any effect.

Fortunately, Murong Bai has learned one method that can be called a trump card, and it is designed to cure this kind of illness full of demons, so Murong Bai is not worried that he will not gain anything if he comes here tonight.

Under the leadership of Mu Zhengrong, he first went to pay homage to Mu Xiaohan's spirit, remembering that because of Mu Zhengrong's relationship, he also had some friendship with Mu Xiaohan, Murong Bai couldn't help feeling a lot in his heart.

The two sat down as guests and hosts, and Mu Zhengrong brought out another jug ​​of wine and poured it for Murong Bai.

"Aren't you usually out of bounds? Why did Huang Cui Dongfeng suddenly come this time?"

Facing Mu Zhengrong's question, Murong Bai did not lie and expressed his intentions.

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