Chapter 1375 Oath

Powerful holy auras emanated from the Holy Wood Peak, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Among them, the two most powerful auras rushed out from the top of the peak and turned into two holy clouds, floating above Zhang Ruochen's head.

In addition, the core figures of the Mu family also came down the mountain and stared at Zhang Ruochen opposite as if they were facing a great enemy. The weakest Mu family cultivators also reached the semi-saint realm.

From this, it can be seen how amazing the foundation of a medieval family is.

Zhang Ruochen held Ah Le's body and calmly looked at the masters of the Mu family. His eyes were fixed on Yun Zheng, and he said, "Senior Yun Zheng, how are you?"

Yun Zheng walked out from the crowd, with layers of holy light surging all over his body, exuding a powerful aura, and said coldly, "Zhang Ruochen, don't try to get close to me, I don't know you well."

Zhang Ruochen said calmly, "I want to see Senior Sister Duanmu."

"Ling Xi is now the fiancée of Mr. Qiu Yu of the Fire Clan, and they will get married on the seventh day of next month. Junior, Shengmu Peak is not a place you should come to, and Mr. Qiu Yu is not someone you can afford to offend. It's best to stay away from Ling Xi in the future." Yun Zheng said.

"I understand, you can't make the decision." Zhang Ruochen said.

"You..."

Hearing this, Yun Zheng's face was extremely embarrassed, he clenched his teeth, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, stared at the two holy clouds flying in the sky, and said: "Ouyang Huan, why don't you come down to meet my old friend?"

A silver holy car flew out of the holy cloud, emitting a dazzling light, and fell to the ground.

Ouyang Huan sat on the silver phoenix holy car, wearing a flawless white holy robe, with long black hair neatly tied on top of his head. He was still very young, handsome, and elegant, like a peerless exiled immortal.

The half-saints of the Mu family, and even the saintly ancestors, all bowed and saluted: "Greetings, deputy leader."

Ouyang Huan stared at Zhang Ruochen and smiled: "In just one year, you have fallen to such a level."

"Isn't it all thanks to you?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Ouyang Huan shook his head and said, "Do you know why the nine of us brothers tried to stop you a year ago? We didn't want to kill you, but to save you. If you had crossed the gate of Ziwei Palace that day, you would have died. How could you still be standing here?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "Li Di, Xue Wuye, Gai Tianjiao, Beigong Lan, Sui Han, and even Chi Wansui may have been trying to save me. But you were not one of them. You wanted to kill me with that palm strike, and you wanted me to die in the hands of my former woman. Your intentions were really cruel."

Ouyang Huan fell silent and said, "You are still very smart, but unfortunately you act too impulsively. Today, climbing Wuding Mountain is as stupid as breaking into Ziwei Palace in the past."

"I don't need you to judge how I do things."

Zhang Ruochen asked again, "Where is Qiuyu?"

"Qiuyu is not in Wuding Mountain. If you can take the initiative to return the Jiezi Seal to me, I can invite you to the wedding banquet on the seventh day of next month. Then, you will naturally be able to see him." Ouyang Huan said.

"The seventh day of next month, right? I will definitely come on time for the meeting."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes once again stared at the towering Shengmu Peak, and he uttered a sound wave, saying: "Senior Sister Duanmu, you must cherish your life and don't give up easily. Zhang Ruochen swears here that he will come to pick you up on the seventh day of next month, and no one can force you to do anything you don't want to do."

Every word Zhang Ruochen said was resounding, and it was heard thousands of miles away, alarming all the demon monks.

Zhang Ruochen came to Shengmu Peak just to say this sentence. He must give Mu Lingxi hope, otherwise, with her personality, she would probably commit suicide before the seventh day of next month.

In a black iron palace on Shengmu Peak, Mu Lingxi lay on the ground and heard Zhang Ruochen's oath, and her heart was extremely moved. As long as she could hear such a sentence, even if she died, she would have no regrets.

At the same time, Mu Lingxi was also very worried about Zhang Ruochen's safety, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would break into Wuding Mountain for her and do something stupid.

"That's enough. Just one sentence is enough... Zhang Ruochen, you don't need to come. You don't need to repay the promise you made that year. That's enough..."

Mu Lingxi murmured to herself, tears in her eyes, but a happy smile appeared on her face.

Unfortunately, no one passed the message on Mu Lingxi's behalf, and Zhang Ruochen couldn't hear her voice.

Lin Suxian stood on the top of a sacred mountain not far from Shengmu Peak, wearing a white veil on her face, looking at the holy light under Shengmu Peak. Her beautiful eyes showed a complex and sad look, and she said: "See, another young man who doesn't know his own abilities, so similar to Luo Xu back then. Unfortunately, reality is simply not something that human power can contend with, and it will eventually be a tragedy."

Qi Feiyu stood behind Lin Suxian and said: "Didn't mother always say that being able to meet a man like Senior Luo Xu who fights for you to death is nothing else to ask for? Mu Lingxi's meeting Zhang Ruochen is also something that people envy."

Zhang Ruochen held A Le's body and prepared to leave.

Yun Zheng's face changed, and he quickly sent a message to the Holy Master of the Mu Family, saying, "Zhang Ruochen is Ling Xi's concern. Ling Xi will not give up until he dies."

Then, a deafening voice came from the holy cloud in the sky: "Is Holy Wood Peak a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced upward and saw a man in his fifties, standing in the center of the holy cloud, giving people the feeling of standing on a high mountain. He was definitely a first-class strong man.

From his body, there are tens of thousands of holy light chains hanging down from the sky, each of which is intertwined by the rules of the holy way.

"The Holy Master of the Mu family, who has been famous for hundreds of years, actually attacks a junior and is not afraid of being laughed at by the monks in the world?" A bright sword light flew from a distance, dragging a long light shuttle, Falling to the ground, it condensed into Ling Feiyu's figure.

Seeing Ling Feiyu appear, all the Demon Cult monks present knelt down and saluted.

The Holy Master of the Mu family snorted coldly and said, "Palace Master Ling, do you also want to take care of the Mu family's family affairs?"

Ling Feiyu's eyes were cold, as sharp as a sword, and said: "I once owed Zhang Ruochen a favor. Today, I must protect him from Wuding Mountain no matter what."

A holy king appeared in person, and the holy power emanating from her body shocked the entire audience. Even a saint like Yun Zheng was unable to move, as if ten mountains were pressing down on him.

The Holy King is the king of the Holy Path, and he can destroy the Saint with just one strike.

The kings of the holy way have all appeared, who dares to disobey?

However, at this moment, another holy power that was not weaker than Ling Feiyu came from the Holy Wood Peak. The two holy powers collided together, causing a hurricane to blow across the whole world.

Ling Feiyu's eyes narrowed and he looked into the distance. He saw a slim figure in black robes, like a ghost, standing in the center of the hurricane, like a black hole, swallowing up all the surrounding light.

"Ye Xiaoxiang, you actually want to interfere in this matter?" Ling Feiyu said.

That black figure was Ye Xiaoxiang, the master of Dark Night Palace, one of the nine palaces of the Demon Sect.

Ye Xiaoxiang chuckled lightly and said, "I just feel that your actions are too unfair to the Mu family, and I want to say something fair."

"Why is it unfair?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ye Xiaoxiang said: "Zhang Ruochen is not a disciple of the divine sect, but he dares to break into the Holy Wood Peak and clamor to ruin the marriage of a junior of the Mu family. He is undoubtedly provoking the Mu family. If the Mu family lets him go like this, what will happen to him in the future? To gain a foothold in the religion? Palace Master Ling, you can't let the Mu family suffer such humiliation just to repay your favor, right?"

The saints of the Mu family spoke one after another and said, "That's right, the Mu family can never bear this tone."

"Palace Master Ling, the Mu family is also a medieval family. I hope you can save some face for our Mu family, lest outsiders think that the Mu family is easy to bully."

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A smile appeared in Ye Xiaoxiang's eyes, and he said: "Palace Master Ling's cultivation is advanced and he has been crowned king in the holy way, but he cannot deceive others too much. After all, the ancestor of the Mu family is also a saint. The king of Tao. How will you explain to him when he comes back?"

Ling Feiyu said: "You don't have to be so arrogant. Tell me, in your opinion, what is fair?"

"If Zhang Ruochen can catch the Mu family's Holy Master's three moves without dying, I, the Palace Master, will work with you to protect his life and personally send him down the mountain. How about that?" Ye Xiaoxiang said.

"No. Mu Qingtian's cultivation has reached the late stage of a true saint. How deep is his cultivation? How can Zhang Ruochen still be alive after three moves?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ling Feiyu could see that even if he drank every day, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation had not been neglected. This year, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Back then, it took Ling Feiyu five years to reach the peak of cultivation from the early stage of Xuanhuang Realm.

Zhang Ruochen's improvement speed is not slower at all compared to Ouyang Huan, who has taken countless pills.

However, the realm of true saints is no small matter. From the early stage to the middle stage, and from the middle stage to the late stage, every small stage is a gap between heaven and earth.

A saint in the Xuanhuang Realm, no matter how incompetent his system is and how powerful his talent is, it is unrealistic to block three attacks from a late-stage true saint.

Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't want to embarrass Ling Feiyu. After all, her situation in the Demon Cult was also very difficult, so he stood up and said, "Three moves, right? I'll take it."

"As expected of a descendant of time and space, so courageous." Ye Xiaoxiang let out a laugh like a silver bell.

Ouyang Huan saw Ye Xiaoxiang's plan, curled his lips slightly, and said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen is too arrogant. How can a figure in the late True Saint period be compared to a figure in the early True Saint stage?"

In the distance, Lin Suxian shook her head gently and said, "I originally wanted to see how he would turn the world upside down on the seventh day of next month and change his fate for Mu Lingxi. Unfortunately, he would not survive tonight. "