"Did I let you go?"
Ling Muyun's deep voice was like a whimpering tiger.
"Since you are looking for death..."
Murong Min smiled: If Ling Muyun causes trouble again, if he kills him, he will have a sufficient excuse.
Just when he was feeling proud, several thunderbolts from his palms struck him in arcs.
"This little bit of deeds is not enough!" Murong Min casually waved his sleeves, and dozens of lightning beams collided with the thunder in his palm.
Hua la la, like fireworks blooming.
"puff!"
As blood spurted out, Murong Min's face was distorted, with a hint of disbelief.
Ling Muyun, who was just ten feet away, appeared behind him like a ghost.
A knife pierced his left rib.
Hallucination?
Murong Min made a seal with both hands, but before the seal was completed, knife marks were left on both arms.
What frightened him even more was that in an instant, two knives stabbed out from different directions.
He widened his eyes and looked again. Ling Muyun's figure had appeared ten feet away, seemingly never moving.
"The next cut will be your Dantian!" Ling Muyun said calmly.
From the beginning of using the underworld, Ling Muyun felt Murong Min's murderous intention.
"I……"
Murong Min subconsciously protected her dantian, delaying time and pondering the details of her technique.
But before he could finish his words, he felt his dantian stagnate, and then blood spurted out.
Suddenly, he was like a deflated football, and his whole body was like a puddle of mud, sitting in a pile on the ground.
"You really ruined my cultivation? Ling Muyun..."
After saying that, he struggled to stand up.
"The next cut will be your throat!" Ling Muyun raised the ink blade: "I won't kill you directly, but I will let you experience despair!"
Under the water, he seemed to hear bursts of wailing and endless despair.
That kind of innocent soul who cannot seek death, stretches out his hands, not to help the evildoers, but to seek relief.
"Spring Thunder Derivative!"
Brother Ye looked familiar to Ling Muyun's sword skills for the first time, but he didn't dare to speak rashly.
Until Ling Muyun teleported to Murong Min and tapped his Qihai seven times in half a breath.
"Prince! Stop!" Brother Ye's pupils shrank and he persuaded.
"Brother Ye, my cultivation has been deposed, take revenge for me!"
Thanks to Brother Ye's guidance, in the end, the back of Ling Muyun's knife passed across Murong Min's neck.
Slightly cool.
A fishy stench came.
Murong Min walked through the gate of hell for a while, shivering and became incontinent.
"Greetings to the Crown Prince!" Brother Ye crossed his hands on his chest, knelt on his knees, and knelt far in front of Ling Muyun.
"I'm here! Brother Ye, no need to be polite, hurry up, I want him to die, I want him to die! Haha, I want him to die!"
Murong Min's face turned pale, and when she looked at Ling Muyun, she wanted to eat his meat alive.
A cultivator being exposed to the sea of waste energy is no different from a mortal being forced to be castrated.
In his voice, in addition to pain, there was also untold anger.
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap in the face.
Murong Min fainted on the spot.
"Noisy! You deserve it!" Brother Ye's attack was light and just enough to calm Murong Min down.
"Brother Ye?" Ling Muyun looked at Brother Ye with confusion.
There is nothing wrong with a good bird choosing a tree to roost in, and a good minister choosing a master to do his work.
But Brother Ye has changed too quickly, right?
Crown Prince?
"Your Majesty..."
The second brother Ye, whose original name is Ye Tong, is one of the four servants of Winter.
Twenty years ago, Ji Fengxian and her four attendants sneaked out of Tongtianya and traveled eight thousand miles to the Middle Earth.
While experiencing the fireworks in the world, I met Ling Hao by chance.
Everyone has their own preference for so-called radish and green vegetables.
The Fourth Attendant of Winter Really couldn't think of any qualities in Ling Hao that attracted Ji Fengxian.
On a rainy night, the sand guarding the palace was broken.
Later, Ji Fengxian and Ling Hao entered the northern border.
Before leaving, I dismissed the four servants of Winter.
"The princess said, just wait patiently for the crown prince."
"Where is Tong Tianya?"
Ling Muyun was shocked.
What Brother Ye said was really hard to accept for a while.
Since his parents disappeared, he has been looked down upon and only had a lame servant by his side.
Now, he suddenly became the prince!
"Eight thousand miles north, not in this world."
"Oh! Get up, there's no need for so much red tape." Ling Muyun sat on the ground and scratched the sand with a knife.
In fact, he didn't know what to do now, he just wanted to find something to do to cover up his shock.
"You four... weren't with my mother?" After a moment, Ling Muyun spoke again.
"As soon as we entered the Middle Earth, the princess refused to let us follow her. Even the consort's name was refused to be revealed."
Brother Ye smiled bitterly and continued, "I and the attendants don't dare to talk too much."
"Where are the other three?"
"I don't know. The princess just asked me to wait for the horses to ride and run in different directions. When the horses stop, we can settle down."
"What's the purpose?"
"The princess ordered me not to speculate."
Ling Muyun smiled.
His impression of Ji Fengxian only remained as a sick and loving mother.
But Laijiu once said that Ji Fengxian did things without any rules, and she did them as she pleased, without saying the reason, and all based on her preference.
"Who is my mother?"
Tongtianya is not in the mortal world. Strictly speaking, it is a secret realm in the heaven.
Yazhu Ji Wudao calls himself Taojun Tongtian. His son's name is Ji Fengdie, and his daughter's name is Ji Fengxian.
"My mother has never been in good health."
"I have never heard of this. When I last saw the princess, she was still in high spirits."
"How do you identify me?"
"I have seen the princess use the sword skills used by the prince, especially the Quefeng Qizhe, which is unique to the princess."
…
"Remember, I have never been here, never been here, never..."
In the carriage, Huan Qin fell asleep listening to the sound.
My mind is filled with obscure cultivation techniques, and my body has a strange aura.
A feeling of exhaustion came over me, and my eyes that were forced open finally closed tightly.
After a while, he was snoring slightly.
Brother Ye received Ling Muyun's order and sent Murong Min back to the city.
When I came back, the moon was rising.
Ten years ago, Murong Chui rescued Brother Ye who was mistakenly identified as a traitor from prison. This kindness must be repaid.
"woke up?"
When Huan Qin opened his eyes, he seemed to be a different person.
This feeling made Ling Muyun feel slightly strange.
Wang Na said that Huan Qin's temperament changed as he practiced spiritual practice.
Ling Muyun always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.
In the end, it came down to the fact that what happened today was too shocking and I had a misconception.
"Well, Brother Ling, I want to drink water."
Huan Qin had slept for a long time and felt refreshed. When she saw Ling Muyun standing by, she felt warm in her heart and asked for water.
"Brother Ye, did you bring a water bag?"
Hearing Huan Qin ask for water, the strangeness in Ling Muyun's heart suddenly disappeared.
Get out of the carriage, the moon and stars are sparse.
"Tonight, we will sleep in the wilderness."
"It's not a big deal if you sleep in the open." Wang Na smiled mysteriously and muttered something.
I saw the small trees on the roadside growing several meters at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The branches are lush enough to provide shelter from wind and rain.
The sparse grass and trees on the ground have also become generous and warm, making it more comfortable to sit on than felt.
"Miss Huan, don't rush for success when it comes to spiritual practice. Come down and have something to eat."
Ling Muyun saw Huan Qin still meditating in the car and asked.
"good."
Huan Qin was as gentle as ever.
