Chapter Two Hundred and Twelfth: A Broken Heart Is the Real Waste, and They All Have to Pay the Price

Hearing Murong Xuan's words, the murderous intent in Chu Kuangren's eyes gradually subsided, but the murderous aura that remained on his body was still terrifying!

He raised his hand and put all the swords into the sword box.

"The Murong family's sword is good, so I will use it."

Chu madman said lightly.

In one breath, he took the three hundred and forty-one swords of the Murong family.

Patriarch Murong spat out a mouthful of old blood. Those swords were the most valuable and the best quality swords in Murong's family!

There are even several holy swords on it!

In this way, it was taken away by Chu madman!

But helpless!

Chu madman beheaded two saints in a row, who would dare to say no?

After doing all this, Chu Kuangren and Xuantian Second Ancestor returned to the mirage, but they did not leave the mirage.

Instead, it has been suspended in the sky above Murong's house, like an ancient giant beast that can eat people at any time, making everyone tremble with fear.

"Why hasn't he left yet!"

"Isn't it enough to kill?"

Everyone in the Murong family looked at each other in dismay.

But what made them relieved was that although the mirage was suspended above them, there was no major movement.

above the mirage.

Chu Kuangren was checking Murong Xuan's injuries. It's good to say that the trauma and meridians can be recovered quickly after a spring breeze and rain, but the most difficult thing is the damage to the spiritual market.

"Sect Master, I'm a waste now, why should you worry about me?" Murong Xuan smiled bitterly.

The injury of Lingxu, even the master of medicine pills will be helpless.

In his view, his life is probably not due to practice.

"The heart is broken, it is really broken."

Madman Chu said indifferently.

"What's the use of being powerless?"

"Are you so sure that I can't cure you?"

Hearing this, Murong Xuan's eyes showed a hint of hope.

"Can you really cure it, Sect Master?"

No one wants to be a cripple, especially a arrogant Daoist like Murong Xuan, it is even more difficult to accept.

Besides, if he continues to be disabled, it will be worthless to Xuan Tianzong, there is no way to shine for Xuan Tianzong, and there is no way to repay the head who has been so kind to him. This is what makes him the most uncomfortable.

"Nonsense, is there anything that I can't do with your family's head, I can kill a saint, not to mention a small wound of the spiritual ruins?"

Chu madman laughed.

"Really?"

"Do I have to lie to you?" Chu Kuangren rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, go down and rest first."

"Yes, Master."

Murong Xuan left the room with hope.

After he left, Chu Kuangren's face suddenly turned gloomy, "Damn Murong Family, Heiyulou!!"

In the void, Xuantian Second Ancestor appeared.

He sighed, "You really can't help it."

Lingxu is the source of a monk's strength. Once the spirit market is damaged, the monk is basically useless.

It is very difficult to treat such injuries.

Even an alchemy master could do nothing.

"If there is no way, why don't you tell him directly? If you give him hope like this, it will only make him more desperate in the future." Xuantian Second Ancestor said inexplicably.

He didn't believe that Chu Kuangren didn't understand this truth.

"Who said I couldn't do it."

"Hey, am I guessing wrong, can you really heal the wounds of Lingxu?" Xuantian Second Ancestor said in surprise.

"I can't do it now, it doesn't mean I can't do it in the future. Even if I study it, I will study it." Chu Kuangren said firmly.

"This is too difficult." Xuantian Second Ancestor was a little surprised. He didn't expect Chu Kuangren to have such an idea.

Have you researched a way to heal the wounds of Lingxu?

This kind of thing, Xuantian Second Ancestor can't imagine how difficult it is.

"How do you know if you don't try."

Chu Kuangren is now a great master of alchemy, and there are countless pill recipes in his mind. Among them, there are indeed several medicinal pills for Lingxu, but none of them can cure Murong Xuan's spirit ruins.

Even so, he still didn't give up. Since he didn't, he would use these countless pill recipes as a template and study it by himself.

The methods are all people's ideas.

"Okay." Xuantian Second Ancestor is not proficient in Dan Dao, and only hopes that Chu Kuangren can really succeed and achieve this unprecedented move.

"Lan Yu, you will go to Murong's house later and ask them to do something for me." Chu Kuangren's eyes flashed with coldness.

"Sir, please speak."

………………

The madman Chu made a fuss about the Murong family, and the beheading of the Second Sage swept through the city like a hurricane, and continued to radiate toward the entire sky.

All the forces that received the news, Taoism, were all shocked.

in the city.

People on the streets and alleys were talking about the war that had just ended, looking at the mirage in the sky with fear in their eyes.

"This madman Chu is too terrifying."

A monk said with emotion.

"Yeah, two saints killed when they said they would kill, and one saint's Dao Lineage was disintegrated by him alone."

"Beheading saints under saints, how can there be such a terrifying existence in this world, this is simply inconsistent

Common sense. "

"I heard that Chu Kuangren went to Murong's house to seek justice for a disciple, tsk tsk, this sect master is too powerful."

"Yeah, I kind of want to join Xuan Tianzong."

"People have to want you too."

"Look, someone is coming down."

Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed.

When everyone looked around, they saw a figure flying down from the mirage.

"It's a woman, it's Young Emperor Lan Yu."

"Where did she go to... Murong's house?!"

"No, isn't it enough?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, all feeling sad for the Murong family. It was really hard to kick such an iron plate.

Murong's house.

Many Murong family disciples are cleaning up the messy battlefield.

This battle was too brutal.

Moreover, it was unilaterally tragic to the Murong family, but the Chu madman, on the other hand, was completely unscathed.

Every time he thought of this, everyone in the Murong family would feel terrified, and privately called Chu Kuangren a monster.

"On the fairy boat, someone came down."

At this moment, a Murong family disciple screamed in horror.

The rest are also like enemies.

I saw a beautiful figure dressed in gorgeous silver-white armor appearing in front of everyone, it was Lan Yu.

Everyone looked at her, their eyes full of alertness.

Although they didn't see Chu Kuangren, they were also afraid of the people around Chu Kuangren.

Even if this person is incomparably beautiful, isn't Chu Kuangren also incomparably beautiful and unparalleled in the world?

But when people kill people, it's a neat and tidy one.

The people of the Murong family were terrified.

"What are you here for?"

A figure walked out of Murong's house, it was Murong Feng.

"I'm here to speak for my son."

"Chu Kuangren, he has brought the Murong family to this point, what else does he want to do?" Murong Feng gritted his teeth.

At the same time, he also has deep self-blame.

If he hadn't brought Murong Xuan back to the Murong family and let him suffer like that, the Murong family wouldn't have gotten to where they are today.

"You are to blame yourself, no wonder you son."

Lan Yu said indifferently.

"Chu madman, what do you want us to do?"

"Young master wants the information on Heiyulou. You can find it. The more detailed the better. I will come to get it early tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Murong Feng's pupils shrank slightly, "Chu Kuangren still wants to deal with Heiyulou?!"

"No one can bully anyone from the Xuantian Sect, whether it's the Murong family or the Heiyulou, they all have to pay the same price."