Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

After a while, Mu Hong stood in the main hall of Jingui Palace, facing Immortal Chief Lei Qiong.

Venerable Master Pan Yu took one hundred thousand casual cultivators from Yujie to leave. At this moment, the dust has settled, and Patriarch Baihuang and Immortal Lei Qiong have also divided the victory and defeat.

Mu Hong's hands were tightly bound by the rope condensed by the spiritual flow, and he was forced to half kneel on the broken floor tiles.The Thunder Qiong Ax was sticking to Patriarch Mu's neck.

Mu Hong's face was still as cold and ruthless as ice. He glanced at the giant ax that would cut off his own head at any moment, and said in a low voice, "...Your Majesty."

Rukuev said, "What else do you have to say?"

Mu Hong said: "Patriarch Gu fell into Venerable Pan Yu's golden wire basket, it was intentional."

Rukuev's complexion changed slightly.Mu Hong lowered his brows and eyes, and his tone was so calm:

"My lord, please listen to Mu Hong's detailed explanation. This matter is Gu Wenxiang's plan, and Mu Hong is only helping from the side. Gu Wenxiang's Qiankun bag has a first-grade moving array in advance. As long as the array is activated, even if it is in the cloud On top of that, he can also be sent back.”

"And before that, he will put a poisonous spell on the one hundred thousand cauldrons. Once the Panyu people practice with the cauldron, the toxin will invade their body...!"

Patriarch Mu raised his eyes suddenly, and the air around him seemed to be a little colder.

There was no one around, and his voice slowly echoed.

"The [-] cauldrons can not only buy a hundred years of precious time for our Three Realms, but also [-] poisonous nails pierced into Panyu's body. It must be the strongest group of immortals..."

"What a poisonous plan." The words are like ice, and the sentences are like poison. Even Lu Kuifu couldn't help but feel his teeth turn cold. He stared at Mu Hong's eyes like electricity. Someone from Lu praised you for a job well done?"

Mu Hong took two steps forward on his knees, and looked straight at Lukuifu: "My lord! The 10 people were carefully selected by Mu Hong, and they were all mediocre and mediocre casual cultivators; Mu Mou came to force you into the palace after a few words of incitement, and he must be an ungrateful and copycat person!"

The Patriarch of Baihuang's chest was heaving, his hands were tied tightly behind him and he couldn't move, but his neck had already pulled out a few veins under the excitement: "If the furnace cauldron for sacrifice is re-selected, the fairyland will inevitably be in chaos again. But now it's called a proposal." No one can say anything since the man who walks this way is going to die—"

"Isn't this the best choice at the moment, honorable head!?"

"Mu Hong is by no means a traitor to Yujie. Everything Mu Hong has done is for the continuation of the Three Realms!"

Lukuifu was furious, and slammed his two axes on the ground: "What a selfless Patriarch Mu!! Killed a hundred thousand casual cultivators, but left your daughter behind?"

Mu Hong's expression froze for a moment.But he closed his eyes and opened them again, still with an unwavering cold look: "...Axue is talented and upright, she deserves to live. Doesn't your lord also love her, and do something for her?"

After a pause, he said coldly: "If the little girl is incompetent, Mu Hong will not be partial."

"..."

Lukuev looked at him for a while, and the two of them stood and knelt down, their eyes as thick as a mountain collided with those as paranoid as ice.

After a few breaths, the silence was broken.

The tall fairy head snorted: "Fart!"

"The strong live, the weak die, seek longevity and give up morality, cut off the seven emotions and only keep greed... Mu Hong, what is the difference between what you say and do, and those Panyu immortals who want to destroy themselves?"

Mu Hong's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was stunned for a moment.

I don't know if it was because of the fairy head who has always spoken and acted well in front of people, or because of Lukuev's words.

Rukuev turned his back.

For so many years, the person who has straightened his back and supported the entire immortal belief, his back looks a little bent and tired at this moment.

He raised his forehead with his hand, and after a while, his palm slid down again, rubbing the blue stubble on his temples, and sighed heavily: "Patriarch Mu, I, Lu, can't stand you very much, but since you are for the fairy world, Lei Qiongxian The Prime Minister has no reason to lower the penalty."

Mu Hong's Adam's apple rolled, but he was speechless.

Lu Kuifu laughed twice, then raised his head suddenly, and laughed at himself: "Forget it, this fairy world already has such a bastard virtue, what more fairy head is needed."

After saying that, he pulled the palm of his hand and undid the big button of the outer robe, and the complicated and luxurious robe with the golden osmanthus blazing sun pattern on it suddenly slipped off the master's shoulders and landed on the ground of the golden osmanthus palace with a thud.

Mu Hong's expression became more complicated, and he called out: "Your Honor."

Lukuev didn't look back, but just waved his palm, "You don't have a head, go away. Don't let my ax kill you."

Mu Hong fell silent, feeling the shackles behind his back loosen.

He rubbed his wrists, kowtowed silently, saluted Rukuev, stood up and walked out of the hall.

The outlines of the mountains outside are continuous, and the clouds are gradually sinking to the west, which is warm.Residual flowers spread all over the ground, and the cinnamon fragrance is still in the air, and it is very soft in the nose.

It is the gentleness of this world.

Someone in a white robe is cold, standing in this gentleness.

Just now, the sound of the golden robe falling to the ground seemed to be still echoing in his ears. For some reason, Mu Hong's heart was filled with anger.He walked straight towards Lin Lingqing, and said coldly:

"Little Immortal Lin, you must have heard what Mu said just now. Mu respects you for your kindness and courage, but in the current predicament, do you have a better solution?"

He still has more ugly words to say, but in fact, what Patriarch Mu really wants to say is: You stick to your chivalrous way, and you have been thinking hard for ten days, is there no way at all, or is it going to drag the fairy world to death?

That is not kindness and courage, but stupidity, innocence, and sinners in the Three Realms.

There is no need to utter such sarcasm, Mu Hong knows that Lin Lingqing is smart and exquisite, so he can understand it.

But Lin Lingqing was indifferent, as if he didn't even bother to turn around and give alms.

He pinched an osmanthus flower that withered from a branch with his fingertips, and looked at the cloud quietly without saying a word.

Mu Hong frowned, his eyes became more gloomy.He paced around, turned to Lin Lingqing, and said, "Mu has heard a lot about the so-called 'previous history' from my little girl, including the reason why Immortal Lu cherishes and respects you. But I'm sorry, now you It’s just a half-wasted Nascent Soul cultivator, and his soul is even weaker, how can he bear the responsibility of Wanjun?”

"This may not sound good, but good advice is hard to hear, and good medicine is bitter. Lin Xiaoxian, Lin Mojun, if you really care about the Three Realms, maybe it is the right way to retreat and study the way of yin and yang dual cultivation. I will protect you well. You comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang, and you are still the savior of the Three Realms."

These words are even more impolite, which means that you are already a patient who is lagging behind. If you develop self-knowledge earlier, you will be able to concentrate on enlightenment in the future, and maybe it will be useful.If you insist on going to the battlefield and being the master, you will be ignorant of the sky and the earth.

Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, Lin Lingqing smiled softly with lowered eyebrows.

"No." He lowered his eyelashes, and the corners of his lips curled into a thrilling arc, "Patriarch Mu is wrong, you don't have to tell me these things."

"Be kind and chivalrous, save the world and be kind, all beings in the three realms...?" Lin Lingqing smiled and shook his head, "These are not important anymore."

"..." The muscles at the corners of Mu Hong's mouth tightened slightly.

In front of him, the little fairy was wrapped in a white fur robe, with a thin and delicate figure, snow-haired golden eyes, and pale skin. At this moment, the momentum of the whole body was restrained, but it actually looked delicate and fragile.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Lingqing really doesn't look like a devil or a king.

But at this moment, those golden eyes were completely frozen, and the depths seemed to be billowing with endless black mist.

When these eyes swept over silently, even the most vicious devil in the world, or the richest and most prosperous king, couldn't help but bow their heads and bow their heads.

"I'm leaving soon, to heaven."

Lin Lingqing exerted a little force with his fingers, and the sweet-scented osmanthus shattered.

He said lightly, remembering that every time he came to Jingui Palace, Zhiyuan would break an osmanthus for him to play with when he left the front.He likes it and can play all the way.

"My star is lost, I should pick him up."

Mu Hong said in a deep voice, "You are looking for death."

"Then don't die." Lin Lingqing pointed to the clouds in the sky, which seemed to be a huge torrent flowing on the Milky Way.Standing under the light of the sky, he is small but magnanimous.

"I'm going, if I can't bring Zhiyuan back, then I deserve to die on the clouds."

The finger of the young demon lord descended from top to bottom, and pointed at Mu Hong through an arc.

He said quietly: "And if I can bring Zhiyuan back, I will kill you."

"It has nothing to do with the beings of the Three Realms, Patriarch Mu."

"I want to kill you, that's all."

After saying this, Lin Lingqing turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and walked outside Jingui Palace.

After a short moment of silence, the sound of footsteps behind him became far away, and it was Mu Hong who also turned his back, and the two walked in diametrically opposite directions.

The Demon Lord didn't turn his head back, and now there was no disturbance in his heart, and he didn't care about anything, he only read three words: Fang Zhiyuan.

He chewed and read those three words: Fang, Zhi, Yuan.

He obviously asked him to come back and said "no", but that little misfortune star actually looked at him with that kind of look, then left him and left.

Lin Lingqing was really annoyed, it had been a long time since Fang Zhiyuan forced him to have such a murderous mood.

Then go learn from Little Brown Tang and kill Pan Yuren.

But... yes, there is also little brown sugar... what should I do?

The Demon Lord walked with his head sullen, letting his restless thoughts run wild. After walking like this for a few steps, he still hadn't left the gate of Jingui Palace.Suddenly, an extremely hoarse and weak voice came from in front of him: "The devil... Your Majesty!"

At the same time, the grass and trees rustled.Gu Baoen, who was supposed to be rescued by the medical practitioners, staggered and fell out, and his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground in front of Lin Lingqing!

This fall was not a joke, the blood flowed from his body even more fiercely.The wolf boy's forehead was covered with sweat, his face was like gold paper, and he looked like he was dying...

But he held Lin Lingqing's boots with his blood-stained hands, and murmured desolately: "Your Majesty... please... help my son...!"

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"So, that's what Mu Hong and I originally planned."

At the same time, within the huge golden basket carrying 10 people.

Gu Wenxiang's wheelchair was attached to Fang Zhiyuan's side, and the evil emperor had just finished talking about his "seamless plan" slowly, and took a breath.

Some kind of spatial spells were cast in this golden basket, and 10 people entered it, but it wasn't very crowded.It seems to have been rising rapidly, and after getting used to it, the senses are numb and you can't feel anything.

It was dark and oppressive inside, one couldn't distinguish day or night, and one didn't know where one was. At first, there were people crying and beating, but now after an hour or two, there were only low sobbing sounds from all around.

Only a guy like Gu Wenxiang can speak leisurely.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't pay much attention to this person, his brows were furrowed, and his palm slowly slid across the wall made of gold thread, trying to find any flaws, even if he could find out what the gold thread was.

Regrettably, until Gu Wenxiang finished talking about her self-selling and boasting, she still couldn't find a breakthrough.Fang Zhiyuan can only conclude for the time being that this golden thread is something unique to Immortal Panyu, and the Yujie cannot find a magic weapon of this material.

"But, it's a pity... I have tried every means, but today it all went to waste."

Gu Wenxiang gritted his teeth and sneered at the side, as if he wanted to swallow Fang Zhiyuan alive, "Huangyang Immortal Head, let me be rude, are you a fool!?"

He patted the armrest of the wheelchair repeatedly in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "You are so good, what are you doing jumping in, what are you doing, ah?"

He also pointed to the weeping casual cultivators not far away, lowered his voice and said: "Just look at this group of people, who is not the ignorant people who have scolded you as a disaster star! If you say now that you can exchange your life for them Survive, no one will blink, believe it or not!"

Fang Zhiyuan sighed and gave up exploring.Instead, he sat down with his back leaning against the gold wire and iron wall, holding the Huangyang Dao slantingly in his arms, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Gu Wenxiang said in pain: "Fang Zhiyuan, did you listen to me? You jumped in, it's over, it's over, you know?"

Fang Zhiyuan gave him a cold look: "Why did I just jump in and it was over?"

He raised his eyebrows disdainfully: "Didn't you have that first-grade teleportation array, and you can escape if you poison it?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I planned. Immortal Huangyang, you should also know that I cherish my life the most. I made this calculation to save my life in the fairy world-I have the assurance of retreating completely. That’s why this plan was devised.”

"It's a pity that you are here! Mu Hong must have said that I planned this game over there. If I go back to the education world by myself in a few days and leave you here to die - Lin Lingqing will go crazy What will it look like? I’m going to be cut into pieces by him, skinned and convulsed... I don’t even know if I’m made into a human pig!”

Gu Wenxiang sighed for a long time, as if he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet, his face was pale and frightened, but he didn't know how true or false:

"People like Liangu are usually casual and casual, so I can rely on him to eat and drink in Xuegu City; but if he really goes crazy and wants to kill someone, heh, I dare not provoke..."

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan kept a handsome face coldly, and listened to him bluffing silently for a long time.Suddenly raised his lips, and said casually: "Senior Brother once said in his previous life that you are a real cold-blooded person, which seems to be good. Your little wolf died for you, and you are very comfortable here."

Gu Wenxiang's expression was distorted as if the wound had been picked abruptly by a needle.

When he turned his head, his eyes suddenly became a little ferocious.

But he quickly buried his face, and said the words lightly, with a bit of laziness: "Don't bother... As a half-blood, Gu Baoen is always not so easy to die."

"Not to mention that there is still a lotus bone by his side. Your senior brother has a bad heart and has always liked this stupid wolf very much. It is not easy for him to die."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't refute, but the curve of the corner of his lips became deeper.

... It's really not Gu Wenxiang's style to chatter like this, to tell the whole story of his plan, and to repeat a baseless guess twice.

On the contrary, it was more like trying to cover up something, using exaggerated emotions and words to suppress the uneasiness emerging from the depths.

It's a bit interesting, this Emperor Gu Xie didn't care about it on the surface, but he was obviously in a mess in his heart.

But after all, he was not familiar with him, and Gu Wenxiang also stated that he was considering giving up his "poisoning and escape plan". Since he was not the enemy at the moment, Fang Zhiyuan didn't bother to expose him.

So both of them stopped talking.

"..."

After another quarter of an hour, Fang Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly moved.He glanced at Gu Wenxiang, but hesitated to speak.

Gu Wenxiang cheered up, and said with a smile: "Why, does Immortal Huangyang have something to say to me?"

He remembered his excuse when he went to Jingui Palace, saying that he had a top secret about Fang Zhiyuan's childhood.

Fang Zhiyuan was afraid that he wanted to ask about that matter.

Gu Wenxiang began to ponder again. In fact, he entered Jingui Palace firstly to cooperate with Mu Hong, and secondly because he was afraid that Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan would disrupt the situation, so he wanted to find a way to tie them both.

Although he had a plan, he didn't lie when he said that he had something to show the two of them.

Now tell Fang Zhiyuan first, there is no hindrance.

It's better to say... I wish I could.

After all, Gu Wenxiang is transparent, so he can't realize that something is wrong with him.

Maybe it was because the little wolf looked too miserable when it fell down, or maybe it was because the eyes that reflected him were so innocent and clear... The evil emperor felt that his mood seemed to be a little messed up.

This shouldn't be, Pan Yuxian will enjoy this batch of stoves at some point, if he loses the calmness and rationality he is proud of, it will be fatal under such circumstances.

He wished he could drag Fang Zhiyuan to keep talking.

Fang Zhiyuan's expression became solemn, as if he was considering a precise word.

Gu Wenxiang narrowed her eyes with a smile, her words were already waiting in her throat and ready.

After a few breaths, the former Huangyang Xianshou finally showed a determined expression, and said:

"...Did you just say that senior brother would go crazy because of my death?"

Gu Wenxiang choked violently. He leaned on the wheelchair, pinched his neck and coughed until he was in a daze.

Fang Zhiyuan: "?"

"You...!?" Gu Wenxiang stared angrily, as if being forced by someone to swallow a buffalo down her throat.

How long has this been going on?

How can this person be so dull? ? ?

No, or should I say: Why is this the topic you are most interested in when life and death are at stake?

Is it the courage of a high-tech person, or is his brain different from ordinary people...

"?" Fang Zhiyuan's face became even colder, but the evil emperor clearly saw doubts in his eyebrows and eyes.

This person is actually, seriously, he doesn't understand why Gu Wenxiang reacted like this...

Gu Wenxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she shook her head and sighed, "Why does Lian Gu like such a person?"