"What?"
There were monks running wildly in front of them, and a group of disciples gathered leisurely for a conference in the back. Ye Qiao waved to them to come and listen. When everyone arrived, she said, "Actually, we don't have to go to the thankless rescue." people."
"It's up to you whether you can save him or not."
Su Zhuo couldn't wait: "So let's leave quickly. Let them fend for themselves."
"But if we don't save him, won't there be someone who will save him?" Ye Qiao changed the subject and pointed at Mr. Mu who was left behind. "That's a direct descendant of his family. He will save him."
Mingxuan blinked his eyes matter-of-factly, "But he can't save so many people?" There were too many evil cultivators. This old man alone cannot save him.
"Who said that? As long as he wants to save, he can save him." Ye Qiao snapped his fingers, "No matter how many there are, there is still a way to self-destruct, right? There are eight direct descendants of the Mu family, and he can't He may die without saving his life.”
Judging from her several years of experience in dealing with the Eighth Families, the big family values direct lineage as important as lifeblood, and the old man will definitely save them.
"If he dies together, we can definitely save him. We just need to show up in time when he is forced into a desperate situation."
"..."
Ye Qiao pointed to the book in his hand and continued, "There is a secret book. Even if he self-destructs, he can be controlled with the secret book."
She said slowly, "When the time comes, we will appear in time as a savior and save them. They will only be grateful to us."
And it just so happened that they needed the elixir from the Mu family, as the saying goes, killing two birds with one stone.
"..." What a calculation.
Shen Ziwei smacked her tongue lightly, "Ye Qiao, you are still as sinister as ever."
He quickly added: "But I like it."
Ye Qiao smiled and high-fived him, and Shen Ziwei asked seriously: "Then who will rescue people then? It doesn't require too many people."
"Qinhuai Song Hansheng, Mingxuan, plus Ji Huan, the five of us are together."
Seeing their hesitation, Ye Qiao waved his hand, "You just need to follow me then."
"Okay." Qin Huai and Song Hansheng were successfully persuaded by her. If they can develop as Ye Qiao said, then the Mu family really owes them a huge favor. Will they still have to worry about the sect's elixirs in the future?
According to what Ye Qiao said, everyone temporarily put up five concealment charms and hid to wait and see what happened.
Forced into the hands of the evil cultivators, the Mu family saw all the monks running away. They panicked and shouted to Elder Mu: "Elder, save us."
There was a chill in Mu Lao's eyes, and he focused his spiritual energy on his sword. The killing path he cultivated was naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Ye Qiao." Mingxuan motioned for her to look up, "Your sword is still in his hand."
"It's okay, let him use it." Ye Qiao also wanted to see how people from the killing path used swords. The key to this old man is that he really has a few tricks up his sleeve, and he was able to survive under the siege of so many evil cultivators in a short period of time.
One is missing, and the other is a red killing sword.
The two swords were used extremely smoothly in his hands, and the black mist condensed into a sharp sword, bursting out with a cold killing intent.
After Bu Jian Jun was stained with blood, Ye Qiao, as his contractor, could feel his excitement. She clicked her tongue twice. It seemed that the Changming Sect had not killed Bu Jian Jun enough.
The killing sword's strength will greatly increase when it kills people. Mu Lao also gradually discovered the power of this black sword. Logically speaking, he is not its sword master. When used, it can't even exert half of its original power.
Even so, the power of this sword is still terrifying.
He frowned, and while using it, he thought about the origin of the owner of this sword.
Bu Jianjun was divided into several sword shadows, and Mu Lao had a clear goal. He wanted to save the children in the family.
The evil cultivators were not paying attention for a moment, and their hands were cut off by the strange sword shadow. They covered their severed hands and went crazy on the spot. They suddenly shot out like arrows leaving the string, and they held the knife in the other hand and slashed towards Mu Lao.
The speed was so fast that he was surrounded from all sides. Mu Lao could not avoid it. Countless long knives stabbed his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood in an instant.
"don't want!"
This scene made several direct descendants of the Mu family scream and rush forward to attack the evil cultivators, trying to save their own elders.
However, their actions are nothing more than shaking the tree.
Mu Lao was ready to self-destruct, covered their retreat, mobilized all his spiritual power, and held all the evil cultivators firmly in place even if they burned their souls.
"Elder!" The girl's sharp voice seemed to break through the sky, and her heart-wrenching shouting could not win the mercy of the evil cultivators. Mu Lao used his last strength to send them away with a casual sweep, "Run quickly. "
The damage to the soul cannot be reversed by any pill. Mu Lao burned his soul to suddenly raise his level, controlled all the evil cultivators, and delayed time for the children of the family.
He closed his eyes happily and prepared to sacrifice himself.
The evil cultivators were unable to move for a moment and could only watch helplessly as all the Mu family members ran away.
"Well, you old guy!" They spent a long time just to come here for the Mu family, but in the end they all ran away. Their eyes were sinister, and they were ready to kill this old guy without saying a word.
At this moment, Ye Qiao, who was hiding in the grass and watching what happened, finally made some movement.
She lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and without saying a word, she rushed over, stood in front of Mr. Mu, and shouted, "Wow, Elder Zhao! You died so miserably!"
She turned her back to the evil cultivator, and the magic weapon on her body resisted the blow.
The evil cultivator was startled by the sudden shadow. He frowned and said sternly: "Who are you?"
Before he could remember who this person was, Mingxuan, who was in the grass, scored twice and knelt down with him. He also howled, "Elder Zhao, you died so miserably."
Mu Lao was also at a loss when the two of them cried together.
He was ready to sacrifice and die with this group of evil cultivators. What kind of trouble were these people making? ? !
Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan jumped too fast, and the three of them couldn't keep up with their pace. For a moment, they looked at each other in confusion.
Ji Huan: "What should we do at this time?"
Qin Huai calmly said, "Didn't Ye Qiao say that? Follow me."
Song Han said: "..."
Both Changmingzong had begun to cry. Song Hansheng, Ji Huan, and Qin Huai also walked out of the grass one after another, knelt down calmly, covered their faces, and began to cry strategically.
Evil cultivators: "..."
Suddenly, five grave-weepers crowded up. The evil cultivators had never seen such a strange battle before. The swords in their hands were filled with sword energy. They did not attack rashly immediately, but pointed at Ye Qiao and calmly reminded, "You are Who is he? His surname is not Zhao, but Mu."
The evil cultivators all thought that the appearance of this group of people was too weird.
No matter who five mourners jumped out halfway, they had to find out the details before taking action. This operation cannot be done by anyone who has been mentally ill for more than ten years, so the evil cultivators did not dare to act rashly.
An evil cultivator reminded with a cold voice, "You must have recognized the wrong person. This is the Mu family."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ye Qiao got up from the ground without changing his expression, as if he had realized it later, "I'm crying at the wrong grave."
"withdraw."
After she gave this order, the evil cultivator was slightly confused and just asked, "You!" ' word, the four people reacted quickly to evacuate. Qin Huai and Ji Huan each picked up Mr. Mu on the ground with one hand and ran away.
Song Hansheng raised his eyes slowly, and was quickly pulled away by Ye Qiao with quick eyes, and the five people disappeared in an instant.
The evil cultivators were left confused in the wind: "...???"
What the hell?
What the hell is this?
