There was a dead silence in the hall.

"Click..."

The stone slab under the feet of the Mad Dragon Ancestor quietly broke, and the cracks spread like spider webs, and soon the entire stone slab turned into powder.

"What are you... saying?" The cold voice, with a terrifying pressure, slowly rolled out from the hall. A strange phenomenon of a red dragon roaring appeared behind the ancestor of the Crazy Dragon, which showed a huge fluctuation in his body.

"Old Ancestor..." The casual cultivator was extremely frightened and hurriedly kowtowed to the ground, begging for mercy, "Old Ancestor, please spare me... I just explained a fact, and I was right..."

"Okay..." The head of Mo Yang waved his sleeves, and the breeze blew past the clouds, slowly relieving the pressure. "Old ancestor, he just answered your question. If you don't hear it clearly, you can ask again, why bother me like this?"

The Mad Dragon Ancestor snorted angrily, and a suppressed manic aura was revealed in his tone, "The Son of the Spirit Beast is my personal disciple! Someone slandered his death. If you were the ones, could you sit still safely?"

But Old Man Nie laughed out loud. When he saw his mortal rival, Mad Dragon Ancestor, he was really happy from the bottom of his heart, "Old reptile, this is probably not a slander? I'm afraid your Panlong Mansion will be invincible!"

"Nie Lao Gui, do you... want to die?!" The voice of the Mad Dragon Ancestor was furious. A red Taoist wheel emerged from behind his head. With the appearance of the Taoist wheel, the pressure that had just been dispersed by the leader of Mo Yang appeared in a geometric multiple in the hall, which made all the disciples feel a strong sense of suffocation.

"Mad Dragon Ancestor!"

"Mad Dragon Ancestor!"

Two sounds sounded, and the Yunmang Sword Ancestor and the Old Man of Source Qi stood up at the same time, using their own means to suppress the breath of the Mad Dragon Ancestor.

"Crazy Dragon! This is the Wenzong, which is where you should be arrogant!" Master Mo Yang shouted softly, making the ancestor Kuanglong stop moving.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor was forced to grit his teeth, put away his pressure, and then sat back on the seat.

The disciples were filled with smoke from their backs and sweated coldly.

The old man Yuanqi glanced at the Mad Dragon Ancestor, looked at the casual cultivator again, and then said, "Tell me everything you know about what happened in Haoshan. We are all here, don't worry about Mad Dragon Ancestor will do to you... Just give him the whole story."

The casual cultivator dared not say anything else. He responded conscientiously and told the story of Haoshan... From the matter between Jian Liu and Chu Tianming, to Chu Tianming's return from taking the Fog Shadow Grass Emperor, to fighting with the Spirit Beast Holy Son... Finally, he killed the Spirit Beast Holy Son...

The Mad Dragon Ancestor's face was gloomy, as if he was shrouded in a cloud. Listening to the explanation of the casual cultivator, he did not say a word throughout the whole process, but the air around him gradually became distorted.

"That's how things happened..." After the casual cultivator said that, he was afraid that the Mad Dragon Ancestor would attack again, so he quickly retreated with his neck tightened.

"A disciple...a disciple..." The old ancestor Kuanglong closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath. He was in a state of great sadness when he lost his disciples in his old age.

The sect leader in the hall didn't say much. After all, everyone is against each other. It's great if you die as a successor, I won't scold you...

Especially those on Wenzong, they were so happy to hear Chu Tianming killing Zhao Yue and the Spirit Beast Saint Son, but now they all look at their eyes and noses, and their faces are calm, as if they are just watching a show.

"Before my disciple died in battle... Lin Feng was also beside him, and he got the Fog Shadow Grass King given by Chu Tianming..." The Mad Dragon Ancestor muttered with his eyes closed, as if he was deducing, and as if he was sorting out his clues, "You guys say... Lin Feng and Chu Tianming are two people who are not close to each other, why should Chu Tianming give him the Fog Shadow Grass King given to him without saying a word?"

"Ne Lao Gui, Master Mo Yang... Can you answer me?" The ancestor of Kuanglong opened his eyes, which were blood-colored eyes, which were filled with rage, sadness, and indifference, complex but terrible.

The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point.

But the head of Mo Yang was not surprised, and the old man Nie was not sad or happy.

"Maybe... this is fate..." After a while of silence, the head of Mo Yang suddenly squeezed out such a sentence. Although it was a bit uneven, it was the only explanation he thought of.

After all, he didn't know very well about Chu Tianming's origin. He only knew that Chu Tianming was the chief disciple appointed by the female Taoist, and he was traveling under the order and was awesome.

Old Man Nie smiled but didn't say anything. So many people could see clearly that it was the Son of the Spirit Beast that Chu Tianming killed by himself. Even if Lin Feng was watching, it could not be said that Lin Feng and Chu Tianming joined forces to kill the Son of the Spirit Beast, right?

Although, he really hoped that Lin Feng would help... After all, Chu Tianming and Wenzong are not enemies.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor also knew that there was no benefit to stalemate, so he sat back on the seat in a muffled voice. From this moment on, he did not speak anymore, but occasionally opened his eyes and glanced at the light spot belonging to Chu Tianming in the colorful stone crystal.

...

After a while, the space fluctuated again, and a figure stumbled out of it, and Lin Ziyun came back.

When he came back, he was also seriously injured, especially on his back, the wounds were visible, and the flesh was blurred. His breath was extremely weak, and he was already hanging his last breath on the edge of life and death.

Old Man Nirvana quickly arrested him and took out some precious body-refining medicines. Regardless of the precious medicines, he took them both internally and externally, and at the same time spent spiritual energy to heal his wounds.

A few days later, Lin Ziyun gradually recovered his vitality. At this time, the space fluctuated slightly... Mu Lingqing was back.

After returning, Mu Lingqing held a bowl made of fire spirit ears and rice straw from the blue river rice in his hand, and a bowl of water was filled with it. It was of average level, but all the sect leaders knew that it was absolutely extraordinary.

This was the first treasure brought out by the disciples who entered the Shuxuan Realm, so many people focused on the bowl, and ignored Mu Lingqing's terrifying pale and pretty face.

After Mu Lingqing gradually recovered, although Lin Ziyun was still a little weak, she still walked to her side with anticipation and asked, "Senior Sister Mu... has that Qingyanghua been delivered to my brother?"

Mu Lingqing gently stroked the scattered hair on his forehead behind his ears, and then smiled, "Although there were many twists and turns, I was finally lucky to be unfair..."

"That's so good. Thank you so much for Senior Sister Mu!" Lin Ziyun thanked him quickly, but because of the injury, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and hissed.

After Lin Ziyun left, Mu Lingqing hesitated for a while, but still walked to the side of the leader Mo Yang and said softly: "President Qibing... I've seen a ghost in the Shuxuan Realm..."
Chapter completed!