Chapter 2507: The Resistant Saint

The scene changed again. A thousand years had passed, and the Xianhe Sect was about to welcome its biggest celebration.

Mu Zifeng, who had become the Sect Master's direct disciple, had also grown into a suave and charming man.

Among the younger generation, his cultivation level was only that of the eldest brother.

Even many older people thought that the two brothers had surpassed them.

As the first successor to the Sect Master, the eldest brother naturally took the place of the Sect Master to welcome guests in front of the Sect.

Mu Zifeng was busy arranging the daily life and diet of the big shots in the back.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The guests arrived and the wedding banquet began. When the bride and groom toasted together, the people in the sect found that the bride had died in front of the dressing mirror.

Looking at the bride who was killed by a sword, the groom almost went crazy!

However, he was always the Sect Master, and he did not get angry on the spot. Instead, he hurriedly ended the wedding and began to investigate the matter thoroughly...

The scene was always blurry from before the bride's death to the end. How the bride died was not shown, as if it had been erased.

But Mu Zifeng was already in tears at this time, squatting in the air and holding his hair tightly, showing a state of extreme regret.

Moreover, he was trembling all over, as if he had spent countless years in extreme fear.

Some disciples of the Xianhe Sect were puzzled by his performance and looked at him strangely.

The onlookers were also puzzled.

After a while, Mu Zifeng stood up slowly with messy hair. He looked at Shengyi with his eyes without a trace of emotion, but the indescribable coldness was chilling.

Obviously, he had broken free from Shengyi's talent for fear.

"Shengyi, you have shown me the long-forgotten memories hidden deep in my heart, and you have made me experience the pain and fear that penetrated into my bones and soul!"

The pain came from the master, and the fear came from the master.

Mu Zifeng didn't know why the master didn't kill him so far, and the palm that had hit his head had not fallen for a long time.

Finally, the master passed the position of the sect master to Mu Zifeng's eldest senior brother, and then left the sect and disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people.

As for the rumor that he challenged the eldest senior brother five times and lost three times, it did happen, but that was not because of the fight for the position of the sect master.

Only a few people knew the secret.

After so many years of practice, Mu Zifeng has come out of that kind of pain and fear.

He thought he had defeated the inner demon and could soar to the sky.

In fact, it was true. He could enter the seventh level at any time. This was the ironclad evidence of defeating the inner demon.

But now he just wanted to kill Shengyi, because Shengyi had peeked into the secret in his heart!

If Shengyi said this in front of everyone, the consequences would be unimaginable.

His personality would collapse immediately. How would all the disciples and elders of the Xianhe Sect look at him?

How could he still have the face to be high above and be one of the ten most powerful and prestigious elders in the sect.

So, Shengyi must be killed!

"Shengyi, this person's eyes are not right, you have to..."

Long Yinian on the side felt that Mu Zifeng's eyes were a little scary, and hurriedly reminded Shengyi, but before he finished speaking, Mu Zifeng suddenly moved.

No! It should be said that the golden gourd moved first!

A flash of golden light came in an instant and hit Shengyi.

With a muffled bang, the speed of the golden gourd was so fast that Shengyi couldn't react, and it hit his head.

Shengyi felt dizzy for a moment.

Then, the figure flashed, and Mu Zifeng slapped Shengyi's upper abdomen with a palm.

Bang!

Shengyi's huge dragon body shook, and rolled out with the palm power.

"Shengyi!"

The three dragons of Heibao burst into anger!

Swish swish swish!

They rushed towards Mu Zifeng at a very fast speed.

They were afraid that Mu Zifeng would take advantage of the situation to continue to attack Shengyi.

At the same time, Mu Zifeng raised his palm again, and Shengyi's rolling dragon body shook, and he quickly stabilized his body from the air.

"Ahem! Don't panic, I'm fine!"

Shengyi spit out three mouthfuls of dragon blood, shook his head, and shook his body.

The three black dragons immediately stopped, and Mu Zifeng frowned and stopped attacking, looking at Shengyi in surprise.

Although the golden gourd could not cause harm to Shengyi, it could knock him out for one to two breaths.

This time was enough for him to sneak attack successfully and deal a fatal blow to Shengyi.

Although he could not kill him immediately, he could add another palm.

After all, he could only use 40% of his divine power now, otherwise Shengyi would be killed with one palm.

But Shengyi's reaction was greatly unexpected.

Looking at his appearance, he would not die immediately even if he slapped three or five more palms.

Could the skin of this dragon be so thick to such a terrifying degree?

"Fuck you, it hurts!"

Sheng Yi turned around again, touched his head with his claws, and looked at his abdomen.

"Fortunately, your ancestors are thick-skinned and can withstand the beating!"

This is the second talent of the Holy Dragon, and it is also an innate advantage. The body grows synchronously with the realm.

When he was in the Holy Realm, he grew into a Holy Body, and when he was in the Divine Realm, he was a Divine Body.

His ability to withstand blows is several times stronger than that of other dragons, and stronger than Zhang Xing who has cultivated his physical body.

Even if Mu Zifeng hit him with 80% of his divine power, he would not die immediately, and he would take the opportunity to flash back to Dragon Island to recuperate.

"Damn it, you dare to hurt my brother!"

Hei Baolongyan became angry, pointed at Mu Zifeng and yelled: "Beat him. If I don't beat him today, his parents and grandparents won't recognize him, so I won't call him Heibao!"

Boom!

Thunder comes to the world like the wrath of ten thousand dragons!

Hei Bao knew that Mu Zifeng couldn't fight him up close, so he began to use Taoist and magical powers to attack.

Although he couldn't do any damage to Mu Zifeng, being hit by these magical powers was not that uncomfortable.

At the same time, another black dragon exactly like it flew out of Heibao's body.

Mirror image clone technique, two dragons go to sea!

Long Yi Nian and Long Wu also used their mirror clones at the same time and launched a fierce attack on Mu Zifeng.

Sheng Yi remained on the spot, panting heavily, using his dragon power to quickly recover from his injuries.

"Hmph! What can a mere magical power do to me?"

Mu Zifeng glanced at the thunder and lightning and fire rain coming down, snorted contemptuously, and then turned to look at Sheng Yi.

"Since I can't kill you with one slap, let's use a weapon!"

He stretched out his palm, and a gleaming magic weapon appeared in his hand.

But when he looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes hurt!

He couldn't help but think of how he had used this sword to kill the sister-in-law he had admired all his life from behind!

Since then, the sword has been sealed in his storage bag. How many years have passed and he has never used it. This is the first time he has used it after his master's death.

He will use this sword to cut off those who know the truth!

If Sheng Yi hadn't uncovered his scar, he would have even forgotten that he still had a magic weapon.

This sixth-level magic weapon was given to him by his master before his wedding.

Therefore, he was afraid of this sword from the bottom of his heart. It had the shadow of his master and his aunt, and his extremely vicious shadow.

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