"Wu Mu, you're welcome!"
The visitors were none other than the Palace Masters of Lingxiao Palace, Rao Fenghua and Rao Yixue.
When she saw Yue Wumu, a little guilt flashed in Rao Yixue's eyes, but she concealed it well.
"Hmph! Rao Fenghua, I am here today to take the young lady and the madam away. If you are sensible, please invite the madam out, otherwise don't blame me for demolishing the Lingxiao Palace."
Yue Wumu was domineering and gave people a great sense of oppression with every move he made.
"Haha! Wu Mu, you must be suffering from an old illness, right? Madam, my first wife Mo Qingxue died in childbirth when I was giving birth to Yixue. Now my wife is Li Hanyi, the head of the Hongjun Sect."
Rao Fenghua, when she mentioned the words Mo Qingxue, couldn't help but secretly wipe away her tears.
"Do you dare to let me enter Lingxiao Palace and search inside and outside?"
Yue Wumu didn't want to argue with Rao Fenghua.
"Wu Mu, when you were my lady's bodyguard, you were very aware of my lady's death. Now that you are bewitched by others, how can I, Rao Fenghua, as the Lord of the First Palace, let you do whatever you want?"
Rao Fenghua insisted that Mo Qingxue was no longer alive.
But Yue Wumu didn't believe it. Mo Qingxue had escaped with Rao Yixue to cover him and was hit by several arrows. However, with Mo Qingxue's physique, there was no way he would die.
There was only one possibility of death, and that was to be killed by Rao Fenghua himself.
"Rao Fenghua, you and I know very well what happened to my wife back then. Today, I, Yue Wumu, want to see people alive and see a monument if I die."
Yue Wumu wanted to expose Rao Fenghua's hypocritical mask.
Rao Yixue, who was beside Rao Fenghua, was extremely excited when she learned the news that her mother might still be alive, but her face was still cold.
"Okay, since Yue Wumu is like this, I will take you to see Madam's tomb."
Rao Fenghua had already thought of this and set up a good monument for Mo Qingxue early.
He is buried in the Lingxiao Palace, the Rao family mausoleum.
Rao Fenghua got up and flew towards the back mountain of Lingxiao Palace.
Rao Yixue and Yue Wumu followed closely behind.
"What a beautiful woman, if you dare to lie to me, I, Yue Wumu, will tear down your Lingxiao Palace even if I risk my life."
Yue Wumu followed Mo Qingxue when he was young, and Mo Qingxue held a high position. Feidan did not look down on him, but promoted him to a personal bodyguard.
Mo Qingxue was kind to him. No matter what, she would use the rest of her life to do something for Mo Qingxue.
Rao Fenghua, who was at the front, had a calm expression on her face, as if she didn't take Yue Wumu's words to heart.
When Rao Yixue heard Yue Wumu's words, she felt extremely entangled in her heart. She suddenly felt that what she did was a bit selfish.
"Here we are, Madam is buried in the mausoleum of our Rao family garden."
Rao Fenghua is the first to go.
However, seeing the Rao family mausoleum, Yue Wumu had a bad premonition in his heart. Could it be that Mrs. Mo was really dead?
Then how should he repay Mo Qingxue's kindness? For a moment, Yue Wumu was in a state of confusion.
In fact, what he didn't know was that what he had done over the years had already repaid Mo Qingxue's kindness.
Until, I walked to a cemetery.
The tombstone is inscribed:
Mo's Tomb.
thump!
Yue Wumu quickly stepped forward and knelt in front of the tombstone.
"Madam, my old slave Yue Wumu has come to see you. Madam, this old slave is guilty!"
Yue Wumu fell to his knees in grief, and his cries echoed through the sky.
The grief is endless.
Rao Yixue, who had always been indifferent, knelt down in front of the tombstone together with Yue Wumu.
Only Rao Fenghua stood with her hands behind her back, a hint of sadness between her brows.
"Qingxue, my husband came to see you and brought you your favorite snowflake cake."
Hearing the words "Snowflake Cake", Yue Wumu suddenly remembered something and stood up to look at Rao Fenghua.
"Rao Fenghua, where is Madam's snow mastiff?"
Snow Mastiff, a strange beast that was around Mo Qingxue back then.
"Did you see the clothes I'm wearing? It's made from snow mastiff fur."
"I kill you!"
The Snow Mastiff is an innate spiritual beast with unlocked spiritual wisdom, and its wisdom is no weaker than that of humans. It has always been docile and will only take action when its owner, Mo Qingxue, encounters something unexpected.
Now that the snow mastiff's skin has been refined into a battle robe, it can explain a lot of things. Mo Qingxue may not have been seriously injured and died, but was killed by Rao Fenghua.
Rao Yixue on the side, seeing the drastic change in temperament, couldn't help but wonder what the Snow Mastiff was, but she didn't wait to ask Rao Fenghua.
Yue Wumu took action.
At this time, Yue Wumu seemed to have changed. He was no longer old. He seemed to be "rejuvenated" and turned into a middle-aged man in his thirties.
"You have practiced the forbidden art of mortals to forcibly improve your realm. No wonder I said that with your cultivation level, it is impossible to maintain your basic appearance. It seems that you have ulterior motives!"
Although Rao Fenghua was frightened, he did not reveal any flaws. In his opinion, even if Yue Wumu reached the third peak of the world of mortals, he would still die today.
"Reverse the situation!"
At this time, Yue Wumu activated the forbidden technique, which also allowed his realm to climb from the peak of the second step of the world of mortals to the third step of transformation, on the same level as Rao Fenghua.
If Mo Qingxue hadn't repeatedly begged him to raise the infant Rao Yixue, he would have fought to the death.
Practice the forbidden art of mortal world - the art of reincarnation.
This technique can help people break the shackles in the body, but of course the price is also very high. It can only be used once in a lifetime, because once this forbidden technique is used, it means that the whole body's energy and blood will be exhausted.
Yue Wumu exchanged all his energy and blood for this opportunity to take action. This time he came to Lingxiao Palace, and he had no intention of returning alive.
"Sword suppresses all enemies!"
An unrivaled sword slashed towards Yue Wumu.
Even Rao Yixue felt threatened by this sword intent.
But when this sword intent fell, it did not hurt Yue Wumu at all.
"Rao Fenghua, are you tickling me?"
Yue Wumu landed another move, bringing with it billows of red dust.
puff!
Rao Fenghua quickly escaped, but in desperation, she still suffered heavy injuries.
After activating the forbidden technique, Yue Wumu fell into a state of temporary invincibility. As strong as Rao Fenghua, he had to avoid the edge temporarily.
"Yue Wumu, you do something in front of Qingxue. This is a great disrespect to her. Stop it!"
Rao Fenghua wanted to delay time. Once the time limit for the forbidden technique passed, Yue Wumu would have no choice but to be at his mercy.
"Rao Fenghua, you can hide it from others, can you hide it from me? My wife is not dead at all. She has been imprisoned by you all these years. Today, I, Yue, will risk my life to rescue my wife. "
Yue Wumu's almost roaring voice shocked Rao Yixue's nerves. Her mother was not dead!
Her inner hatred for Rao Fenghua reached its peak. Why did he treat his mother like this? m.
"Yixue, don't listen to this lunatic's nonsense. Your mother died twenty years ago."
"That's enough! Rao Fenghua, how long do you want to lie to me? Let my mother go. I will beg Uncle Yue to give you a happy life."
Her mother was everything to Rao Yixue, and she believed that Uncle Yue would not lie to her. Since Uncle Yue himself said that her mother, Mo Qingxue, was not dead, her mother must still be alive.
"Miss, please step back and wait for the old slave to capture him."
Rao Yixue's realm is just the second step after the world of mortals. If she joins the battlefield, Fei Dan will not be able to help, but will tie Yue Wumu's hands.
Some people died, but not completely...
