This man who lives in Qiandie Peak refuses to give in. He is determined to avenge his own people, and the target of revenge is all the outside monks who enter Qiandie Peak!
"This is not fair at all. The people who killed your tribe will not be punished for it, but you have to vent your anger on innocent monks. How similar are these people to your tribe?"
Mu Feng patiently persuaded this man, trying to get this man to turn around, because he saw that the man was not ordinary and had a special bloodline, otherwise he would not be able to compete with him at the same level.
Without using the power of the Great Dao, it would be difficult for Mu Feng to defeat this man, and naturally the man would not be able to defeat Mu Feng.
So Mu Feng started to love talents. If such a genius were promoted to the Supreme Realm, he would be very powerful and might be able to help him.
"Fair? In our Qianlong clan era, we lived in the deepest part of Qiandie Peak and faced dangers all day long, but you live outside. Is this fair?"
"Since there is no fairness, then don't say this word in front of me!"
The man roared angrily, his muscles swelled, and his veins protruded, looking very scary.
Moreover, Mu Feng keenly saw the scarlet color in the man's eyes, which reminded him of a force: Wutian!
The eyes of Wutian monks are scarlet, indicating that they have fallen into the devil's path, but they will also hide their scarlet pupils.
Seeing that the man also had such red eyes, he would not kill the man, but wanted to ask the matter clearly.
The man rushed over like a humanoid god and demon. His burly body was extremely oppressive. He opened his big hand and waved suddenly, and the strong wind blew a long pit directly into the ground!
Mu Feng frowned, rushed forward fiercely, and bumped into the man's arms. Then he opened his fingers, and the boundless realm was finally released.
The space here became his tool. As he threw the man away, with a slight stroke, a long wound appeared on the man's body, and blood spilled out.
But before he landed on the ground, the surrounding space seemed to suddenly become sticky, squeezing fiercely towards him.
A strong force surged out of Mu Feng again, falling on the man like a mountain. The man was slowly suppressed by these two forces, and was finally pressed to the ground.
"Ah, kill you, kill you!"
The man gritted his teeth and roared, and the blood in his eyes became even brighter, but he could not break free.
Mu Feng took two breaths and came directly in front of the man. Then he stretched out his hand and placed it on the man's head. At this time, the wasted power was activated.
He saw the man's memory, the tragic death of his tribesmen, a monk in a blue robe, and even a dark altar!
"So that's it." Mu Feng murmured. The man was bewitched by Wutian's blue-robed monk and fell into the devil's path.
After seeing the tragic death of his tribesmen, the man was so heartbroken that Monk Wutian took advantage of him. Otherwise, he would not have been so easily seduced.
Mu Feng thought for a moment, then directly summoned Xuxia, letting Xuhua delete the memory of the man meeting Wutian monk, and the bloody light in the man's eyes gradually dissipated.
"How could I..." The man was shocked by his own behavior.
When Mu Feng saw that he had returned to normal, he put away all his strength and slumped aside.
At this time, the man had mixed feelings in his heart. He felt sad and angry, but he didn't know who to vent to.
"My name is Mu Feng. It seems that you were harmed by Wutian monks, and it was probably them who killed your tribe. They are also my enemies. Maybe we can join forces."
Mu Feng said, while taking out a bottle of spring water and throwing it to the man.
The man picked up the divine spring water and drank it after hesitating for a moment. Soon his wounds were healing rapidly, and the huge vitality shocked him.
"My name is...Yaksha, from the Thousand Dragon Clan." He also said his name.
Mu Feng took the opportunity to ask his question: "I saw the black altar in your memory. I came here to find the altar. What is your relationship with the altar?"
Yasha thought of the miserable death of his people, and couldn't help but look sad and angry. It took a while before he calmed down.
"This is a legend of our Thousand Dragon Clan. Someone sealed an important thing here and asked us, the Thousand Dragon Clan, to protect it. We have always followed the instructions of our ancestors and protected the altar and never left."
"But I went out hunting that day, and when I came back, my tribe members were killed and the altar was destroyed. Then I seemed to...can't remember it!"
Mu Feng nodded and continued what he said: "Next you meet a blue-robed monk. He is Wutian's monk, the real devil!"
"He took advantage of your unpreparedness, seduced your heart, led you into the devil's path, and made you release all your hatred on the monks who entered Qiandie Peak."
Yasha was suddenly startled: "Could it be that they killed my people?"
"Yes, it must be them!" Mu Feng said with certainty: "They are also looking for the black altar. They want to release the sealed demon."
Yasha finally knew who his enemy was and stood up immediately: "Where are Wutian you mentioned, I want to kill them!"
"It's not easy to find them, but I remember the appearance of the person who bewitched you and can help you find your enemy." Mu Feng said.
Yasha looked at Mu Feng and asked with some confusion: "Why do you want to help me?"
"Because they are also my enemies." Mu Feng said lightly and stood up as well.
"Can I... really believe you?" Yasha's voice was full of uncertainty, because he didn't know whether Mu Feng's words were true.
"Whatever you want, if you want to find your enemy, you can follow me, but if you follow me, you must listen to me. After revenge, you can leave, and I can also arrange a place for you."
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the person who asked your clan to guard the altar was my teacher. He also told me that the location of the altar is here. From now on, you Qianlong clan no longer have to guard this altar."
Mu Feng then walked forward alone, feeling a little sad in his heart. This matter may have been too late for the Thousand Dragon Clan. Only Yasha was left in the entire Thousand Dragon Clan.
When Yasha heard these words, there was a moment of confusion in his eyes.
For so many years, the Thousand Dragon Clan has been here to guard the altar. This matter is like their faith. But now, their faith is gone, and their responsibility has also disappeared.