It's indeed possible.

Zhu Wuwu is not a fool. On the contrary, his careful thinking and serious suspicions have reached a level unimaginable by ordinary people after years of overt and covert fighting and self-disguise.

Yue Buqun, who is also a hypocrite, looks like a child compared with him.

In this temporary alliance, except for Cao Zhengchun, no one's political wisdom could compete with him.

As for Cao Shaoqin and the Wheel King, Cao Zhengchun had no capital to compete with him for the time being, so he could only avoid his edge. Although he noticed something was wrong, he did not dare to ask more questions.

I have to say that this is all thanks to Li Wangchen.

Zhu Wuwu only wanted to give out some marginal benefits and sit back and watch everyone fight for it, but the real good things fell into his hands.

After the meeting to carve up the legacy of the Blue Dragon Society, a lot of unknown information and intelligence was put on Zhu Wuwu's case, and Gongsun Zhi was also put in his jail.

Compared with the superficial wealth, secrets, and handles, this is the truly precious thing about the Blue Dragon Society.

——These are letters conveying information within the Blue Dragon Society.

The reason why these five people, Gu Song Jushi, Xiao Gu Daoren, Huo Tianqing, Gongsun Zhi, and Shi He, gathered here was precisely to destroy it.

When Zhu Yiyi took the lead and entered the secret room, the first thing he paid attention to was the information on the table.

That palm force seemed to blow up the entire secret room, but in fact it was done deliberately. It had two functions: first, he made the place destroyed and no one else could enter, so no one knew that the five people did it; second, he made

Using the strength of the palm to exert force, it is earth-shattering, and no one will think that anything can be left in the secret room.

In order to strengthen the latter's credibility, Zhu Wuyi killed one person, destroyed the streets, blew up one person with only his head left, and even expressed dissatisfaction with his control over his internal energy... and all of this was just acting.

It should be noted that even if Zhu Wuli's control of internal power is slightly inferior, compared with masters of the same level, he will never be so inferior.

But as long as others had such an impression, no one would imagine that he could leave anything in the secret room.

And all of this is just what went through Zhu Wuli's mind in a flash of lightning after entering the secret room.

His plan was indeed successful, and he truly succeeded in concealing the truth.

The harvest was so good that Zhu Wuli felt that all the planning was worth it.

"Twelve Blue Dragons, Twelve Blue Dragons... very good, I finally understand the general structure of the Blue Dragon Society."

Zhu Wuyi's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be able to pass through the splendid decorations in the main hall of Hulong Villa and go to a mysterious place in the distance, where there were twelve top masters wearing masks.

The Twelve Blue Dragons of the Blue Dragon Society.

Each one controls one month of the year, and the twelve Azure Dragon Dragon Heads control 365 innate masters in the world.

This is indeed a huge force that can subvert a country.

However, all this is obviously just an assumption. From the letters and Gongsun Zhi's confession, it can be seen that not all the twelve dragon heads have returned to their positions, and among the 365 masters, there are often ninth-grade fish in troubled waters.

Although the Blue Dragon Society is scary enough, it is not an unattainable myth.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was only one dragon head.

This person is in charge of everything, but he is mysterious and unpredictable. He is high up and deep in the clouds. He is only connected to the two leaders. The ordinary backbone of the Blue Dragon Society does not know his identity.

This result made Zhu Wuwu feel very excited and gratified. He had been fighting with this organization for many years just because he wanted to find out the truth. Now he finally had some results. The unknown is the most terrifying thing in the world.

At the same time, I am also secretly vigilant, because so far, there is no trace of the Qinglong Dragon Head. And the two leaders who can contact him are Yuan Suiyun and Shi He, two masters who combined their mistresses to get two, and they are both dead now.

, Zhu Wuyi no longer has any way to find out this person's identity.

The dragon can be big or small, it can rise or disappear; if it is big, it can stir up clouds and spit out mist; if it is small, it can hide and hide its form; if it rises, it can soar in the universe; if it is hidden, it can lurk within the waves.

Will this dragon head be like this too?

Who is he?

Zhu Wuwu squinted his eyes and thought: He must still be hiding in the dark, he must be deeply proud, he must be satisfied with this plan of abandoning soldiers to protect the commander, he must be as scheming as me, he must be my biggest influence in the Ming Dynasty

adversary.

Zhu Wuwu then thought: He will definitely be able to continue to hibernate through this, he will definitely be able to accumulate strength, he will definitely be watching me secretly, and he will definitely be waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Zhu Wuli finally concluded: From now on, I have to be careful.

The news spread quickly.

One of the leaders of the Blue Dragon Society has exposed himself.

…

It is raining lightly today in Wudang Mountain. The wind in the cold spring season has blown away the thin clouds. The green mountains and green water in the distance are intertwined in the rain to form a vague and bizarre scenery. The mist and rain are hazy, the weather is steep and slightly cold, and the mountains, rain and wind have become one.

After hearing the news from far away, Mu Taoren sighed and dragged his old body all the way to the Zhenwu Hall of Taihe Palace in Tianzhu Peak.

This hall is tall and large, glorious and sacred. If Mu Taoist looks far and far away from the mountain, he can see its high eaves, washed by the misty drizzle, like an unshakable heavenly palace.

When he was very young, he looked up at this palace. It was the most beautiful place in his heart, as beautiful as he was at that time. The little Taoist opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, listening to the legend of the legend of the great master Sanfeng.

story, thinking about becoming the next such legendary and great Taoist priest.

Now that I think of my childlike innocence at that time, Mu Taoren still can't help but smile.

But as I get older, this place becomes more eye-catching.

Is it the old Taoist priest who is broken, or is Wudang broken? Taoist Mu sometimes tries to think about it, and finally he comes to the answer: It turns out that everything is broken.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk.

The Mu Taoist walked up the mountain in his broad robe and long sleeves, stepping on the accumulated water. The square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was lonely and cold. Only a few newly initiated Taoist priests were pacing back and forth. They bowed to the Mu Taoist one by one, and the Mu Taoist habitually

Smile back.

After Mu Taoist walked away, he overheard everyone whispering:

It turns out that he is a Mu Taoist.

Wow.

It turns out that he was the number one swordsman of the Ming Dynasty thirty years ago.

oh?

It turned out that he was the Taoist who had bad personal ethics and was personally punished by Patriarch Sanfeng.

Really?

It turns out that he is the senior who could have been the leader but couldn't, so he was obsessed with pleasure and neglected his martial arts.

Is that so?

It turns out that he is the most outstanding disciple of Wudang at the moment. He could have become famous all over the world, but he was dragged down by him and was not tolerated by Wudang. In the end, he became a devil.

What a hateful master!

Mu Taoist's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have heard nothing.

He entered the main hall of the Zhenwu Hall of the Taihe Palace, passed the sculptures of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasties and Emperor Zhenwu, and came to the meeting room next to it. He notified several Taoist boys. After a while, Taoist Mei came over busily.

Taoist Mei's attitude was very respectful, "Senior brother, what's going on today? Don't you come to the Hall of Supreme Harmony often?"

Mu Taoist said calmly, "Shi He is dead."

Taoist Mei was shocked, but he really had no feelings for Shi He, so he tried his best to squeeze out a little sadness, "Brother, please express my condolences."

Mu Taoist said again, "I am not mourning." He swayed the long sleeves of his Taoist robe and moved past Taoist Mei. There was a sword hanging on the wall behind Taoist Mei, with a Tai Chi Pisces pattern on the hilt.

Mu Taoren stretched out his hand to take it off and looked at it carefully, "It's just anger."

Taoist Mei was filled with indignation and said, "Angry? Yes, yes, you should be angry! Who killed my nephew!?"

Mu Taoren shook his head and said, "Why pretend to be stupid, junior brother? Do you know why I am angry? I can't get the position of the leader. I originally wanted Shi He to get it, but now Shi He has gone, our lineage

There is no hope anymore, but you are actually extremely proud."

Taoist Mei faked a smile and said, "No, if that's the case..."

He squinted at the way Mu Taoist drew his sword, took two steps back slightly, and quietly reached out to hold the armrest of the wooden chair next to him.

However, Mu Taoren seemed not to care and murmured to himself, "Junior brother, you are really powerful. You can still disguise yourself at this time. For so many years, you have been pretending, and I have been pretending. You just want to hide it from me.

, I wanted to hide it from Zhang Sanfeng. But now it seems that in terms of pretending to be stupid, my senior brother is indeed not as good as you."

As Mu Taoren spoke, behind him, the confused look slowly disappeared from Mei Taoren's face. This Wudang leader, who was recognized as mediocre and ordinary, actually gradually gained some awe-inspiring majesty at this moment.

Still holding the wooden handrail in his hand, he said calmly, "Senior brother, what exactly are you going to do?"

Mu Daoren said, "It's very simple. I'm tired and defeated. Thirty years of preparation have come to nothing this time. I wanted to use the power of the Qinglong Society to force Zhang Sanfeng to give Wudang to me, but God just won't let me take charge of Wudang.

I can't wait for the next thirty years... In this case, I will do the next best thing and kill you."

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

Taoist Mei glared and said sternly, "Brother, please put down the Seven-Star Sword and leave His Highness Mountain quickly. I will pretend that what happened today never happened! Otherwise, you will be in disaster!"

The Seven Star Sword was originally owned by the leader of the Wudang Sect.

Mu Tao Ren was also recognized as a candidate for the head of Wudang, but it was Mei Tao Ren who took the position in the end. It is said that he failed to recover. It was clear that thirty years ago, he had reached the second level of Xiao Sanhe, but he has made no progress at all over the years.

.

There are worlds of difference between him and Mu Taoist, so no one should be convinced by this decision. But if it was Zhang Sanfeng who made the decision, no one would be convinced and no one would object.

Yes, it was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect, who banned Mu Taoist thirty years ago.

"A catastrophe is coming? Wrong, it is a catastrophe that has already arrived."

Mu Daoren said, "——I am the disaster!"

In an instant, a light flashed, and Taoist Mu turned around, drew his sword out of its scabbard, and stabbed the sword in one breath, with the blade pointed directly at Taoist Mei.

The sword was so fast and fierce that it was like thunder blazing with rage and lightning producing power.

The air was torn apart at a speed three hundred times that of sound. The aftermath of the violent external force alone formed an unparalleled sword-shaped hurricane and soared into the air. The entire room's structure, walls, ceiling, and floor, as well as all the tables, chairs, and benches inside, were torn apart in an instant.

They gathered together and rushed towards the direction of the sword like a tidal wave.

Of course, this sword is not just the realm where the minor three combined into two, nor even the realm where the major three combined into one.

But go one step further... The three combined make two!

——Truly surpassed the realm of Yan Nantian, Yaoyue, Lianxing, Dongfang Bubai, Zhu Wuwu and others.

——It turns out that the number one sword of the Ming Dynasty thirty years ago is still the number one today!

Of course, Taoist Mei couldn't dodge this sword, and he never thought of dodging it.

Before the tip of the sword touched, he had already exerted a strong force and crushed the wooden handrail to pieces.

An unignorable Tai Chi power burst out from Mei Daoren's body, and the masonry under his feet immediately shattered into powder, and the entire wooden chair also cracked in response.

Just looking at this moment's reaction, exerting force, and taking action, it has greatly overturned the world's understanding of Taoist Mei: he is by no means only an eighth-level strength, but at least the level of Xiaosan combined into one!

In front of Mu Taoist, he is naturally as weak as a child, but if he buys a little time, he can do it.

The moment the wooden handrail shattered, a surge of real power poured into his body, like a river pouring into a fish pond, gurgling continuously, forming the largest and most powerful backing.

Taoist Mei raised his head, waved his sleeves, and struck him with a palm.

The gesture of this palm is completely light and powerless, but each of the five fingers of this palm seems to be tied with a thread that connects all things in the world. When Taoist Mei strikes out, it is equivalent to

It drives all existences in the world to move together.

"The innate aura left by Zhang Sanfeng?" Taoist Mu's eyes moved and he was aware of it.

In an instant, it seemed that the sky in front of him moved an inch towards him, the earth moved an inch towards him, invisible light shot towards him at the same time, and the shapeless shadow turned into a form to attack him. All things in the world,

They all regard themselves as their enemies, and the whole world "collides" towards them.

This is by no means an illusion, but the real thing, a blow that inspires the mighty power of heaven and earth.

Mu Tao Ren sheathed his sword easily and drew an arc to protect his body.

The sword energy he left behind met the wind of Taoist Mei's palm.

The changes at that moment were silent. The sword energy inspired by Mu Taoist was like a gurgling stream meeting a waterfall of millions of feet. It was not a confrontation but a blending. All the surging and unstoppable emasculations were eliminated.

Eliminated neatly at this moment.

——Then he turned around and roared a hundred times more exaggeratedly.

Only then did the sound come out.

The whole Wudang Mountain could hear the sound clearly. It was as if the whole world was roaring together. It exploded completely and completely. Then the entire Tianzhu Peak swayed violently, and the majestic and indescribable power surged in the sky.

The Hedian Shang vented his anger and left, and the entire building was blown up into the sky, turning it into a complete ruin.

But this is just the aftermath of the power that rushed away in an instant. The real power formed a long dragon of air waves visible to the naked eye. It roared out for hundreds of feet in an instant and hit the mountain peak on the other side hard.

All matter there is evaporated into tiny particles that are invisible to the naked eye.

The roaring sound was heard endlessly and resounded again. The entire mountain next to it was subjected to such a huge force. With a click, it was suddenly cut off. The entire mountain swayed and fell, and the rocks collapsed and fell apart.

How terrifying is this scene?

You must know that this kind of mountain is definitely not the several-foot-high mountain that the Wudang elders such as Iron Cavalry Yin Ping touched in the past, but a real mountain that is hundreds of feet high, dominating one side, and extremely steep.

The strength required is not only a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times that of the iron cavalry silver bottle!

Amidst the explosion, a figure flew down from the top of Tianzhu Peak, covering more than ten feet in just one step.

The figure fled while shouting, "Elders, protect me!"

It's none other than Taoist Mei.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's palm power was unparalleled and was close to divine punishment, a wooden chair could only hide the power of one blow, and no one was sure whether this blow could kill Mu Taoist.

With this move, Taoist Mei could only gain a short chance to escape.

On the other side, on Tianzhu Peak, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, but we saw that the former Hall of Supreme Harmony had been completely razed to the ground, and all the glorious past was destroyed and turned into the dust on the ground today.

And where the powerful and powerful Gang Qi passed, it formed a half-arc shape on Tianzhu Peak, a huge mark more than ten feet deep and a hundred feet wide. The mark was like the mark left by fingers pressing on a pile of flour.

It's normal, but it's a hundred times or a thousand times bigger.

When the wind blew, Mu Taoist stood quietly in the center of this huge trace.

He seemed to be fine, the Seven-Star Sword in his hand was ordinary, and even his Taoist robes were spotless. He just stood there for a long time without moving, his expression dull, his eyes empty, and his face pale.

After a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Mu Taoren's eyes slowly regained their luster. He suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, soaring into the sky and shaking the wind and clouds. "Zhang Sanfeng, I'm not dead. It seems that you are nothing more than that!"

Such wild laughter was unique in his life.

But being able to survive in the hands of Zhang Sanfeng is definitely the most laughable thing in the world.

As he spoke, he jumped up and shot out from the trace, which was so huge that it could be called a wonder, and arrived at the cliff at the southern end of Tianzhu Peak.

The Mu Taoist looked at it from top to bottom.

But under the shroud of clouds, mist and water vapor, among the mountains, rivers, and beautiful winds and forests, large and small black spots were gathering in one direction, and each black spot was a top master.

With Mu Taoist's sharp eyesight, he could see clearly that it was the elders of the Wudang Sect, large and small, who had heard Taoist Mei's call and followed Taoist Mei, protecting him and asking about the situation.

"Junior brother, you have found the wrong person. Zhang Sanfeng is not here. Although there are many old monsters in Wudang, how can they stop me?"

Mu Taoren's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips. He suddenly raised the Seven-Star Sword in his hand high and slashed from a distance of hundreds of feet from top to bottom.

"——How can they stop me!?"

In this battle, 13 Wudang elders died, 27 were seriously injured, and 53 were in coma.

The Twelve Green Dragon Dragon Heads of the Qinglong Society killed Taoist Mei, broke the Seven Star Sword, rushed down Wudang Mountain alone, and drifted away.
Chapter completed!