Chen Muyu shrugged, "I'm afraid it's not that simple!"
"How do you say that?" Chen Jinsong looked at Chen Muyu in surprise.
Chen Muyu said, "What is the situation in the Daoxin Tower? We don't know whether we can rescue people or not. Secondly, even if we rescue people, can you guarantee that Gu Xiang'er will follow you? Even if we do,
If you leave, how will you escape? Even if you escape, how will you escape from being chased by the powerful men from the Jidao Palace?"
Every question is deeply rooted in Chen Jinsong's body, and every question is a torture of the soul.
Chen Jinsong shook his head, "I'll think about the rest later. Now I just want to rescue Xiang'er. I don't want to see her suffer at the bottom of Daoxin Tower!"
Yes, just focus on the present and don’t care about the future.
In this situation, we can only take care of the present. Anyway, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover the ground. We will talk about the rest later.
"Then let's wait patiently for these three days!"
Chen Muyu stretched out, came to the bed, and lay down with his back stretched out.
Looking at the tent ceiling, Chen Muyu fell into deep thought.
This time the Blood Ancestor breaks the Dao, I'm afraid the Jidao Palace will be filled with blood.
Although the Blood Ancestor was tight-lipped and didn't say anything, Chen Muyu could still guess a bit.
His ultimate goal is to break the Tao, and he himself is an emperor. To break the Tao, the first step is to remove the identity of the emperor and temper the Sacred Heart Stone that restricts him.
This requires a massive amount of blood energy. Having experienced the Dao-Breaking Battle in the Hongmeng Era, the Blood Worshiping Cauldron must have stored an unimaginable amount of blood energy. It should not be difficult to temper the Sacred Heart Stone and lose the identity of the emperor.
Then it is necessary to use stronger power to break through and break through the blockade of the Jida. This is the inheritance place of the Jida. Maybe it will be easier to break through.
But Chen Muyu felt that the Blood Ancestor had tried every means to come here, most likely because he was targeting the power of these disciples of the Jidao Sect.
Therefore, it is foreseeable that in three days, the entire Jidao Palace will be turned upside down.
Of course, this is not what Chen Muyu should be concerned about. He also doesn't care about what kind of disaster the Jidao Palace will suffer. It doesn't matter to him.
The attitude of the people in Jidao Palace towards them was enough for Chen Muyu to choose to sit on the sidelines.
He even hoped that in three days, the Blood Ancestor would accomplish something great!
…
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After the Blood Ancestor was informed, Chen Muyu no longer had any worries. It would only last three days. Just wait patiently.
On the first day, no one came to answer me.
The next day, no one came to answer me.
It wasn't until almost noon on the third day that a ray of light suddenly appeared in the yard.
A man in white clothes, tall and handsome, looks to be in his mid-twenties, with handsome features and quite a temperament.
A pair of eyes looked over, like two deep pools, extremely deep.
Somehow, Chen Muyu's first feeling about this man was not that comfortable.
"Who is coming?"
Chen Muyu asked lightly, and in the next second, he pulled out the system and scanned the young man in front of him.
"Yang Feng, the holy son of the Jidao Palace, the only son of Yang Tian, the master of the Jidao Palace, is in the early stage of the ninth-level super-god realm..."
It turned out to be a ninth-level realm?
Is he the Holy Son?
Chen Muyu couldn't help but look at the person in front of him carefully. Somehow, he felt that this face was slightly familiar, but he didn't know where the familiarity lay.
Yang Feng did not answer Chen Muyu's question. He was also looking at Chen Muyu, "Are you that Chen Jinsong?"
This tone was somewhat condescending, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was domineering, "You are really pretty, no wonder Junior Sister Xiang'er is bewitched by you. He is also a person in the late stage of the eighth realm. Let me just say, how could it be possible for a mortal?"
You’ve been able to seduce Junior Sister Xiang’er. Humph, it seems that Junior Sister Xiang’er has been deceived by you…”
Chen Muyu didn't say a word, while Yang Feng was already spouting a long speech.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Chen Muyu's face turned slightly dark, and he stretched out his hand to make a pause gesture, "I'm afraid you've got the wrong person, fellow Taoist. I'm not Chen Jinsong. The person you're looking for is inside!"
While talking, Chen Jinsong heard the noise and had already come out.
"This is the Chen Jinsong you are looking for!" Chen Muyu pointed at Chen Jinsong next to him and said.
When Yang Feng saw it, his expression froze instantly.
A young novice monk with a bald head looked about twelve or thirteen years old.
Is this Chen Jinsong?
Are you kidding me? Is this my love rival?
Am I defeated by such a gadget? Junior sister Xiang'er would rather like this than follow me?
It’s really the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Yang Feng felt a little bit like his world view had collapsed. He had imagined Chen Jinsong's appearance countless times, but he never expected that it would be such a result.
"hehe!"
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Yang Feng suddenly laughed, "Do you think I will believe you if you make up such a lie?"
As he said that, his aura surged and he pressed directly towards Chen Muyu and the other two.
Chen Muyu's expression changed slightly, and he took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Jinsong.
Chen Muyu can block this momentum, but Chen Jinsong may not be able to block it.
"snort!"
Seeing that his momentum could not suppress Chen Muyu, Yang Feng flashed and came to Chen Muyu in an instant. He stretched out his right hand and clamped Chen Muyu's neck like a steel claw.
Apparently, he still regarded Chen Muyu as Chen Jinsong.
"Why come? Why come?"
Yang Feng shouted sharply, gritting his teeth, and his eyes seemed to pierce through Chen Muyu.
"Grass!"
Chen Muyu had never been treated like this before. He immediately called Nan Ming out of his mind with a thought.
"boom!"
Yang Feng was knocked away with one punch.
Chen Muyu suddenly felt relaxed and was freed from the suffocating feeling.
"Catch him!"
Rubbing his neck, Chen Muyu pointed at Yang Feng and shouted.
Nan Ming's body flashed and he had already caught up with Yang Feng. He grabbed hold of Yang Feng with his five fingers like a cage and directly sealed him. A seal was automatically formed around him to isolate the world in the courtyard from the outside world.
The master of Qingzhu Peak is also a late ninth-level powerhouse, comparable to Nan Ming. Nan Ming is confident that this operation will not be discovered by the master of Qingzhu Peak.
"who?"
In the cage, Yang Feng roared loudly and wanted to break out of the cage, but the difference in strength was too big and it was useless.
Chen Muyu came to the cage, looked at Yang Feng struggling inside, and said with a bit of ridicule, "If I guessed correctly, you should be the Holy Son of the Jidao Palace. I heard Zhang Wan say that you are quite benevolent and righteous."
Yeah, why are you so angry?"
"snort!"
In the cage, Yang Feng snorted coldly and glared at Chen Muyu, "I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that there is such a master hiding next to me!"
"There are many things you didn't expect!"
Chen Muyu smiled faintly and rubbed his neck, "You are really cruel, haha, Holy Son, please show kindness and righteousness on the surface!"
This chapter has been completed!