Chapter 391: Dragging Father-in-law into the Water, Happy Autumn!
Chapter 391 Dragging Father-in-law into Water (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)
"Fellow Daoist Mo! What's wrong with you?"
Although Master Zixia was very unhappy with this bastard, he was even more disgusted by his several acts of blackmailing the Zixia Sect.
But after all, he is a reinforcement sent by the Immortal Alliance. If something happens to Zixia Sect, not only will the Zixia Sect be blamed by the Immortal Alliance, but Yun Zun will also be implicated.
Even though Yun Zun is the God-Transforming Lord and is very influential in the Zixia Sect, he is not considered a powerful figure in the huge Immortal Alliance.
For example, the Immortal Spirit Sect, where Fellow Daoist Mo was born, is a god-transformation force that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It has two god-transformation venerables, one of whom is in the late stage of god-transformation.
This is the reason why Master Zixia endures it again and again.
Fellow Daoist Mo stood up with his hands on his chest, purple energy rising all over his body, like a big eggplant that had been poisoned.
"Master Zixia, your Zixia Sect is so brave! If this matter is not over, I will definitely report it to the Immortal Alliance and stab the reinforcements in the back. Your Zixia Sect is finished! Even Lord Yun can't protect you!"
"The Qi of Zixia?!"
Master Zixia was about to explain a few words, but when she saw this strange phenomenon of Fellow Daoist Mo, she was immediately shocked.
The injury suffered by fellow Taoist Mo is actually the unique magical quality of the Zixia Sect. It can be achieved by building the foundation of heaven forged with the spirit of the Great Sun Zixia, and then supplementing it with Zixia Sect's inherited skills Zixia Secret Code.
Special magic power.
The number of monks in the entire Zixia Sect who possess this kind of magical power can be counted on the palm of a hand.
At the same time, this person had the strength to injure Fellow Daoist Mo, so Master Zixia already had the answer in his heart.
"Want to complain?"
"Haha, can you walk out?"
Only a sound of leisure was heard from outside the hall, and then a layer of purple divine light disappeared from Xia Xiaofei's palms, and he walked slowly into the hall.
Seeing the visitor, Master Zixia released her spiritual consciousness outside the hall, and saw that all the monks brought by Fellow Taoist Mo had been captured, locked up with spiritual techniques, and thrown to the ground, like dogs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Xia Xiaofei, you are in big trouble!"
Zixia's real face looked ugly.
Xia Xiaofei smiled at Master Zixia.
"Instead of letting them exploit us endlessly, it's better to do the opposite!"
"Sir, you have only two choices now. The first is to do it with me, and the second is to apologize to this bastard and beg for his forgiveness.
Then beat me to death!
That’s right, beat me, the Zixia Sect’s god-transforming seed, to death, the husband of Yunzun’s only daughter, beat me to death, the person who can bring vitality to the Zixia Sect!”
"Lord Sect Leader, how do you choose?"
This is the solution that Xia Xiaofei came up with after thinking for a long time.
Why must he be the enemy of Zixia Sect?
Which one deserves greater credit for stabbing the Zixia Sect in the back, or for instigating a rebellion against the Zixia Sect.
Xia Xiaofei thinks it's the latter.
Anyway, it had to be, he didn't want to sell his wife for glory.
So when this idiot in the palace blackmailed the Zixia Sect again and again, regarded the Zixia Sect as fat, and made the entire Zixia Sect angry and resentful.
With just a little guidance, he inspired a handful of passionate people to follow him in doing this earth-shaking thing.
After all, he, the Zixia Sect's son-in-law, still has some reputation in the Zixia Sect.
Never mind how they arranged their own soft rice behind the scenes in the past, when he broke through the Yuanying, reached the peak of the Yuanying, and was rated as a promising god by Yun Zun.
His reputation within the Zixia Sect has reached its peak.
Human nature always worships the strong.
"Does Lord Yun know about this?"
Master Zixia did not attack Xia Xiaofei, but asked coldly.
Xia Xiaofei spread his hands and said: "I'll probably know it soon. Lord Sect Leader, you don't have much time left. This guy is not honest."
It turns out that while Master Zixia was talking to Xia Xiaofei, Fellow Daoist Mo secretly used a secret technique, leaving an afterimage to confuse him, and his true body was about to escape.
"Friend Daoist Mo, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Master Zixia stamped his foot, and saw the air vibrating, and with Zixia Hall as the center, a huge formation slowly rose.
As the leader of the Zixia Sect, Zixia Zhenren controls the entire Zixia Sect's sect-protecting formation.
Within the formation, he is equivalent to half a god-incarnation venerable. Ordinary ten or eight Nascent Soul monks would never be able to defeat him within the formation.
At this moment, as he activated the formation, Fellow Daoist Mo, who was sneaking into the ground using the Earth Escape Technique, felt the soil around him tighten and turn into fine steel, forcing him out.
"Master Zixia, don't make any mistakes!"
Fellow Daoist Mo looked at the expressionless Zixia Master and threatened without confidence:
"As long as you let me go, I can treat what happened today as if it never happened, and I can return all the supplies I asked for before."
Master Zixia took a deep breath and sighed quietly.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, it would be great if you had this attitude earlier."
"Now that I've let you go, can you still ignore me?"
"Don't care, absolutely don't care!"
Fellow Taoist Mo vowed to God: "If I don't dare to take revenge for what happened today, I will let the inner demons enter my body. From now on, my life will be worse than death, and there will be no hope for my path."
"But I care about it."
As soon as Master Zixia held his hand, he saw that the hall was filled with purple energy, and many formations were activated. Without him having to take action personally, streaks of purple snake-like smoke spread toward Fellow Daoist Mo, wrapping him into a big purple
ball.
Fellow Daoist Mo's cry of pain and begging for mercy came from the sphere.
But Master Zixia was completely unmoved.
He knew that he had no way out, otherwise today would be the day when the Zixia Sect would split. Xia Xiaofei only said that he would kill him, but he never said that he would be captured without hesitation.
Once he takes action against Xia Xiaofei, Yunzhi will definitely take action.
But when Yunzhi took action, the nature changed.
Because regardless of whether Yun Zun knows about this or not, Yunzhi represents Yun Zun's will.
Zixia Sect will definitely fall apart by then.
Xia Xiaofei seemed to have given him two choices, but in fact there was only one.
"Xia Xiaofei, I hope you can really bring a way of life to Zixia Sect, otherwise I will make you pay the price even if I risk my life!"
Master Zixia can only make extremely weak threats.
Xia Xiaofei nodded towards Master Zixia and said, "Sir, please rest assured that I, Xia Xiaofei, have been deeply favored by the sect and will never harm the sect.
When the time comes, I will commit suicide to thank the sect without the sect master’s desperate efforts.”
"You won't succeed! I'm waiting for you underground!"
Fellow Daoist Mo's body was quickly refined by the sect-protecting formation, leaving only a Nascent Soul holding a red-skinned gourd, wailing in the purple air.
That gourd is the magic weapon of Taoist friend Mo.
Unfortunately, he was first attacked by Xia Xiaofei, and then he encountered the sect-protecting formation controlled by masters such as Master Zixia, who were at the peak of the Nascent Soul, and trapped his physical body. Even the Nascent Soul could not escape.
He suffered misfortune before he could use his abilities to 80%.
"You don't have to worry about it now."
Xia Xiaofei spit out a flying sword from his mouth, and the cold light shone in the space, directly piercing Daoist Mo's Nascent Soul.
I saw a red-skinned gourd rolling down to the ground, and the spiritual light above it suddenly dimmed.
Master Zixia did not stop Xia Xiaofei's movement, but frowned slightly and asked:
"What should we do next? The future fate of Zixia Sect is now in your hands."
Xia Xiaofei coughed twice and cleared his throat.
"Sir, lord of the clan, let me introduce myself again. I am Xia Xiaofei, the current captain of the Qingxiao Legion's pioneering camp, codenamed Qiu Luo, and a recipient of Xuan-level military merit."
Well, the only advantage of being an undercover agent is that you get promoted quickly and don't have to pay arrears.
Hearing this, Master Zixia's expression changed.
He knew that this time the Zixia Sect could not explain clearly even if it had a thousand mouths. Yun Zun’s son-in-law was actually from the Qingxiao Legion. If anyone said that the Zixia Sect had nothing to do with the Qingxiao Dao, they might even be blamed for it.
Don't believe it either.
Now Zixia Sect can only accompany the guy in front of him all the way to the end.
