Chapter 1607 I Want Your Life

Dongsheng state.

Over the deserted Damang Grassland, a young monk is flying fast.

The monk was tall and heroic, with an extraordinary bearing. He looked only in his early twenties, but he was already in the mid-stage of transforming gods. He was considered a very rare genius in the world of cultivating immortals. At this time, his expression was a little flustered, as if he was avoiding something.

"You can't escape!"

Accompanied by a scolding, a fan suddenly appeared from the air. The bones of the fan were interlaced and the sides of the fan were stacked, quickly forming a prison, completely trapping the young monk inside.

The young monk rushed several times, but was blocked, had to stop, turned around to look, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Zhugemu!"

"Nephew Fuyan, why do you run away as soon as you see me?"

In the distance, a monk came slowly, with a smile on his face, quite contented.

It was Zhuge Mu, the elder of the Zhuge family who went to Lingyu City to look for Wang Yingyue, but was "driven" out by Zhou Shu, and the young monk was Zhuge Fuyan.

Zhuge Fuyan looked at Zhuge Mu, his face turned cold, "You still have the nerve to call me a good nephew? If it weren't for you, how could my father Zhuge Yan die tragically?"

Zhuge Mu shook his head and smiled, and said disdainfully, "Hehe, Zhuge Yan murdered Zhuge Lian and died by exposing himself. There is more to blame for his death. What does it have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you?"

Zhuge Fuyan was angry from the heart, and his body began to tremble slightly, "You colluded with Zhuge Xuan, poisoned Zhuge Lian, and blamed my father Zhuge Yan, who was besieged by you. You had the opportunity to tell the truth, but To be assassinated by you with the Invasion Talisman, to detonate the Primordial Spirit and die, didn’t you do these things yourself?!”

Zhuge Mu's face froze, "You...my nephew, Zhou Shu told you these things, he was slandering, it's not true at all, don't believe it."

"I know the truth."

Zhuge Fuyan calmed down, and said coldly, "The matter was investigated by Sect Master Zhou, but my mother also confirmed it. The evidence is solid and there is no mistake."

"hehe……"

Zhuge Mu laughed dryly, "It seems that my nephew has misunderstood me deeply, but it doesn't matter, just take your time, I came to you today to clarify the misunderstanding with you, and bring you back to Zhuge's family."

Zhuge Fu said sternly, "Go back with you? I want to kill you right now!"

Zhuge Mu smiled slightly, "Very well, then you can do it, and let me see my nephew's progress over the years."

Zhuge Fuyan stared at Zhuge Mu with knife-like eyes, but soon calmed down, and said lightly, "Zhuge Mu, I will find you sooner or later, but not now."

"Hehe, my nephew is very calm."

Zhuge Mu shook his head unconsciously, "You didn't look for me, but I wanted to look for you. Nephew, you should consciously go with me, lest I do anything."

Zhuge Fuyan's expression was slightly condensed, "Who, who revealed my news to you?"

Zhuge Mu chuckled, quite treacherously, "Hehe, the Heyin School is not an impenetrable wall, as long as you drill hard, you can always find some gaps, so you don't need to ask about it, but...it is indeed someone close to you."

Zhuge Fuyan's complexion changed twice, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, I won't go with you, this is Dongsheng Prefecture, and there will be disciples of the Heyin Sect passing by at any time..."

"Nephew, no one will come to rescue you."

Zhuge Mu stroked his beard, "It's okay if you don't leave, as long as you tell me a few things, I'll let you go."

Zhuge Fuyan thought for a while, "What's the matter?"

Zhuge Mu showed a lot of dignity, and said slowly, "First, why did Zhou Shu cultivate so fast? In just two hundred years, he has reached the fourth level of the tribulation realm, and even crossed the tribulation twice in a year. something that has never happened before."

Zhuge Fuyan immediately said, "How do I know this?"

"have no idea?"

Zhuge Mu said coldly, "You have always treated you as disciples, you will give what you want, you will not hide too much from you, and I am sure that you have also received certain benefits, if not, your brothers would not be like this He reached the God Transformation Realm in a short time! Tell me, how did he cultivate?"

Zhuge Fuyan said indifferently, "I told you that I don't know. What's more, Sect Master Zhou's study of heaven and man is almost the same as being born to be a saint. What's the matter if he cultivates quickly."

"If you refuse the first question, if you don't eat a toast and take a fine wine, then I don't need to talk nonsense."

Zhuge Mu smiled coldly, raised his sleeves, and the fan surrounding Zhuge Fuyan suddenly tightened in, thousands of fan bones stood up suddenly, with a gloomy and cold light, stabbing at Zhuge Fuyan like sharp knives.

Although Zhuge Fuyan tried his best to resist, he was not Zhugemu's opponent at the fourth level of Tribulation Transcending Realm. His Yuanli and spiritual consciousness were all restricted, and even the magic weapon could not be used normally. He could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade approached little by little.

There was a burst of ringing.

Zhuge Mu didn't seem to want to hold back his hand, the sharp blade pierced straight into his body, blood gushed out like a fountain, and a large amount of Yuan force also spewed out.

That fan is obviously not an ordinary magic weapon, it is even fed with a strange poison, which has the effect of breaking the body and breaking the breath, even if the whole body is hardened, it can't resist it.

Feeling something was wrong, Zhuge Fuyan stared at Zhuge Mu, "You... this fan..."

"That's right, Zhuge Lian was poisoned by this poison back then, and I just want your life!"

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhuge Mu's mouth, and he no longer concealed his killing intent, "As long as the two of you live, sooner or later you will become a great harm to Zhuge's family!"

"Zhuge Mu, I wish I could eat your flesh..."

Zhuge Fuyan knew that he was unlucky, so he shouted and cursed loudly, Zhuge's face was numb, but the slap bone pierced deeper and deeper, blood and flesh were blurred, and the bones were exposed.

At this time, there was an angry shout, and it fell like a thunder.

"Where is the villain, dare to commit murder here!"

A white-clothed monk came striding forward, the long sword in his hand vibrated a few times, the sword was like a sea, and immediately opened the prison, the fan bones split and flew out in all directions.

Zhuge Mu's expression froze, and he asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"People who are about to die, why ask more questions!"

The white-clothed cultivator glanced coldly, turned his sword, and the sword intent was pressing towards Zhuge Mu, Zhuge Mu hurriedly resisted, but he felt that the sword intent was powerful and sinking, like the surging tide, he was powerless to fight back, so he had to move back step back.

Having lost the restraint, Zhuge Fuyan felt relieved, feeling grateful that he survived the catastrophe.

"That fan is poisonous, your energy is pouring out, you can't use the magic formula, if you don't stop it in time, there is a risk of your realm falling."

The voice was soft and full of warmth, which made people unconsciously trust, and soon, a blue pill fell in front of him.

There are pill patterns on the elixir, the aura splashes everywhere, and the fragrance is pleasant.

"Fu Ning Dan."

"Shushan Holy Medicine, Funing Pill?"

Zhuge Fuyan was overjoyed, he sensed the force that was pouring out, and knew that the monk was right, holding the elixir hesitantly, seeing Zhuge Mu over there retreating steadily, he had already been hit several times in a row, he couldn't help but panic. Said, "Fellow Daoist, don't kill him yet!"

There was no energy available, and the sound could not be transmitted. Zhuge Fuyan thought about it for a while, and took the pill in one gulp without any hesitation.

As soon as he took the elixir, the fighting over there immediately stopped.

As if he sensed something was wrong, Zhuge Fuyan was stunned, and was about to speak, but felt that his whole body soon became stiff and could no longer obey his orders.

Soon, even his mind became rigid.

The monk in white turned around, looked at Zhuge Fuyan, and smiled, very sinister.

Zhuge Mu also came over and complained, "Fellow Daoist Xu, you are too serious, you almost really..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let alone hurt you, so what if I kill you?"

Without turning his head, the white-clothed monk said indifferently, picked up Zhuge Fuyan, and swept him away.

Zhuge Mu choked there, unable to speak.

Farther up in the sky, Zhou Shu, who was hidden in the clouds, moved slightly and followed the direction of the white-clothed monk.

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