Mo Zi Ao is a mysterious person. What kind of wishful thinking he has, Lingxi cannot guess.
I couldn't guess it, so I was wary.
So she didn't show any expression of gratitude and excitement, but asked calmly: "Why does uncle want to help me?"
"You were born in the Wen Palace, and you are the supreme master-uncle."
"Whether it is a matter of status or personal position, you should clean up the family from the perspective of Wen Dian and kill me quickly."
"Instead of helping Zhou to do evil and secretly harming the interests of the sect."
"It's okay if no one knows about the ridiculous act that set you on fire. Just in case the master finds out the truth in the future..."
With a serious expression, Lingxi said straight to the point: "You may die worse than me."
Mo Zi'ao was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly and said: "No, no, he wouldn't dare."
Lingxi asked curiously: "Why?"
"As far as I know, your relationship with Master is only superficial."
"We can't talk about being sincere and sincere, let alone being brothers and sisters."
"He has his plans, and you have your pursuits."
"It stands to reason that when two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. But you are smart. You left the Wen Palace for the so-called road of reincarnation, and it took you twelve thousand years to leave."
"As everyone knows, the Wen Palace today is completely controlled by Master. Even if half of your inheritance is included, you don't have any say."
"You are not as good as him in terms of realm, but in your hands, hehe, with all due respect, you can't mobilize any of the Wen Palace soldiers at this moment."
"Master wants to kill you, but what he lacks is a legitimate excuse."
"I'm afraid he has been waiting for this excuse for many years."
Slowly, logically, and clearly.
Lingxi removed his right hand from the Qiankun Bag, smoothly smoothed the wrinkles at the corners of his robe and said, "Is it worth taking the risk for someone who has nothing to do with me?"
Don't be arrogant and say nothing, just set up a soundproof mask.
The next moment, he picked up the Wen Zu Ling hanging on his waist and said: "The Wen Palace has a history of millions of years, and the Wen Qi is divided into nine halls."
"Senior brother gets five, I get four."
"This was arranged by the previous Wen Dian ancestor, our master, before he died."
"Senior brother holds the secret key to unlocking the cultural energy of the five palaces, and I hold the secret key to unlocking the cultural energy of the other four palaces."
"We complement each other and cannot exist without the other."
"If I die, the cultural energy of the four halls under my control will be frozen instantly, and I will no longer be able to maintain the practice of my disciples."
"If you risk my life for the entire Wen Palace, do you think Duan Ziqian would be that stupid?"
Lingxi suddenly realized: "So that's it."
"No wonder Master ignores you and lets you be free and easy."
Mo Zi Ao chuckled and said: "The cultural energy of the Four Palaces is connected to my life, and I am the only one who knows the secret key."
"Unless I actively seek death, Duan Ziqian will not only dare not kill me, but will spare no effort to protect me."
"No way, who made him addicted to sitting in that chair?"
"Besides, we're just little China. As long as your methods are ruthless enough, no one will be able to find any clues."
"for example......"
Cross your thumbs and make a fist with four fingers.
The old Taoist priest wearing a bright yellow robe strode out of the soundproof formation and said with a cold breath: "You should go on a killing spree and kill all the immortals who come to China this time."
"There is no need to worry about their origins, let alone that they are originally from the Suning faction."
"All you need to know is that keeping them here will cause trouble and will be detrimental to you."
"Swish, swish, swish."
The air flow surged and formed two colors, one black and one white, surrounding Mo Zi'ao.
White is life, black is death.
The rapid fusion resulted in a black sun rising into the sky.
"Click."
There was lightning and thunder on the nine peaks of Kunlun, and there were faint signs of a heavy rain.
