"The person who killed Feng Lei's immortal lineage in the mortal world has not been more than a hundred years ago. If these two Qin Changqing are the same person, wouldn't it mean that Qin Changqing, the immortal slaughterer, only took a hundred years to rise from the mortal world and become famous in the south
Territory, stained with blood on the Holy Mountain of Taidao!?" Qiu Yu couldn't believe it, this was too unbelievable.
The creatures in the immortal world will pass by with the wind at every turn for thousands of years. In a hundred years, they have gone from being unknown to the immortals who now dominate the world and kill all directions.
Even if there are extraordinary encounters, even those legendary saints and the blood of the great emperor, it is impossible for them to do this.
What's more, when this Immortal Earth fought in the Holy Mountain of Taidao, even the Holy Son and the Emperor's Son were like nothing in front of him.
"The world of immortality is vast, who can tell whether it is possible or not!"
Qiu Mengyun stood up slowly. Even he only had this conjecture. In his heart, he was not willing to believe this fact.
A hundred years, time is too short. In the eyes of this seventh-turn golden immortal, it is just a blink of an eye.
"Yu'er, this is all just speculation on my part, but there is no doubt that there is a strong person behind Feng Mo, the handyman!"
"What I said to you today must not be revealed to anyone. The fear of Immortal Tu lies in the lack of integrity. If due to a few rumors, Immortal Tu comes in person, our Qiu family may even be in danger of being exterminated."
Qiu Mengyun turned around and looked at Qiu Yu, "Do you know!?"
Qiu Yu was still in shock. He didn't come back to his senses until Qiu Mengyun finished speaking.
As if suddenly enlightened, Qiu Yu immediately calmed down and said, "Yu'er, please obey Qi Bo's words!"
Life and death, clan annihilation, how important it is, how dare he play with it?
Even if Qiu Mengyun didn't say anything, he would never say a word.
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Qiu family, Feng Mo holds the elder's order and takes over some chores.
Almost facing the envious and jealous eyes of the Qiu family members, the servants, the true immortals, and the seven chief stewards, Feng Mo returned to his residence.
His residence was originally an inconspicuous small courtyard, not grand at all, and even slightly shabby.
Feng Mo stood in the courtyard, but there was no hint of joy in his eyes, instead they were full of deep contemplation.
"Could it be that Changqing is here!?"
"No, if Changqing comes in person, the Qiu family and even the entire giant city will probably be shaken!"
"The Fenglei Immortal Sect was actually exterminated!? It was the master, but the master had left the Southern Territory, and it was Changqing..."
The light in Feng Mo's eyes flickered, and there was even a hint of confusion and confusion in his eyes.
Vaguely, he seemed to have an intuition that he knew who exterminated Feng Lei, but he still felt a little unbelievable.
Feng Mo stood in this courtyard for a long time, until he came back to his senses and sighed.
Just when Feng Mo pushed the door open and entered the house, his eyes suddenly focused.
Inside the wooden house, a jade mirror was placed quietly on a simple wooden couch.
"Botong Mirror!"
Feng Mo walked over and picked up the Botong Mirror. Naturally, he knew that this mirror was unique to Botong Immortal City. However, it was an object of appreciation and was worth a lot of money.
"Did someone leave it here, or did someone give it away on purpose?" Feng Mo murmured to himself. He looked at the Botong Mirror with some novelty. He knew that he knew it, but he had never owned it.
While fiddling with it, Feng Mo quietly entered the dialed territory with a touch of immortal essence in his hand.
In an instant, Feng Mo felt the Botong Mirror in his hand shake, and immediately, he seemed to be sucked into it.
"What!?"
"No, the Botong mirror is just a fantasy image of history, how can it be accepted?"
Feng Mo was horrified. When he calmed down, he was already in a vast world.
The sky is like white paper and the earth is like a flat mirror.
vast
In the vast world, there was only Feng Mo, looking blankly, solemnly, and uneasily at the world in the mirror.
"Who is playing tricks on gods!?"
The wind demon shouted loudly, and its voice spread faintly in all directions, gradually dissipating into nothingness.
At this moment, in the void, a golden light suddenly flew out, as if appearing out of thin air. Even before the wind demon could react, it flew directly past the wind demon's head.
Buzz!
At this moment, Feng Mo felt as if his head was about to split, and his ears were filled with the sounds of heavenly sounds, as if hundreds of millions of monks were chattering in his ears.
Not only that, there were fragments of broken pictures in his mind.
There was someone wearing black armor, with a corpse standing on the ground beneath his feet.
There are also people who are old and decayed, gradually turning into dust.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a roar sounded, and the wind demon was struck, and all its hidden magical powers exploded at this moment.
The terrifying immortal energy turned into a demonic wind and swept away in all directions.
It lasted for as long as a stick of incense, and the demonic wind subsided. The wind demon's clothes were torn, and his burly body was faintly covered with a layer of light black magic clothes, sitting cross-legged in the world inside the mirror.
Between his eyebrows, a faint purple-black gold pattern appeared, and wisps of divine silk fell from the golden pattern, lingering around Feng Mo.
Suddenly, Feng Mo's eyes opened and closed, and a brilliant light flashed across his eyes.
"Half-Emperor inheritance, Changqing, it is indeed you!"
Feng Mo sat cross-legged and landed on the ground. He looked at the world. His previous doubts were almost solved at this moment.
"That's right. If it weren't for Changqing, who would be able to help me, a rootless duckweed!?"
Feng Mo shook his head and muttered to himself, looking at the world in the mirror.
At this time, in the world inside the mirror, Qin Xuan dressed in white clothes and walked out slowly.
"Disciple Changqing..."
"Meet the Master!"
Qin Xuan slowly knelt down and gave Tianyun the gift.
Although, in this mirror, there is only an afterimage left by Qin Xuan, his true body has already left Botong Immortal City.
Feng Mo looked at the man in white who was kneeling and saluting, as if he was just like before, in the days of Tianyun Sect.
Before you know it, things have changed.
Feng Mo sighed and melancholy, and did not speak for a while, but Qin Xuan continued to say unhurriedly: "Because the disciple is now so famous, there is a lot of chaos, so meeting at this time will inevitably make it difficult for the master!"
"Now, with this broad-passing mirror, I can preserve the inheritance of the Half-Emperor and the Chaotic Blood Demon Emperor, and also preserve it in my incarnation. If I am disrespectful, I hope that my master will be magnanimous."
"If the master is angry, Changqing will personally take the blame one day!"
Qin Xuan lowered his head. Although his voice was indifferent, every word was filled with humility.
In the Northern Territory, Da Luo beheaded the saints. How arrogant and arrogant was Qin Changqing? Have you ever seen him lower his head for even a moment?
Once in the Southern Territory, on the Holy Mountain of Taidao, Qin Xuan used secret techniques, even at the expense of his origin, and stained the peaks with blood. No one ever made Qin Changqing retreat even a little bit.
But now, a true immortal has asked this Northern Territory Great Luo to behead the Saint and the Southern Territory Immortal to slaughter him with the utmost respect.
Feng Mo looked at Qin Xuan and laughed dumbly. Although he didn't know much about Qin Xuan, he still heard about the name of Immortal Slaughter.
"You brat, just incarnate yourself, Master knows you!"
Feng Mo gently raised his hand and placed his palm on Qin Xuan's shoulder.