Master's Chief Disciple

Gao Moqiu looked up at the sky worriedly. If a thunderbolt really came, it would be impossible for him to survive.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Mu Huayan grabbed a person from a distance and brought him over.

"Mu Huayan, if you dare to kill me, none of the disciples in Yin Yang Pavilion will let you go."

"Hmph, noisy."

She released a powerful force, and the man died instantly.

At the same time, a sharp arc of light streaked across the sky, accurately slashing the throat of an enemy, and streams of blood spurted out.

The other enemies present were so frightened that they quickly knelt down at the feet of the two men, clasped their hands together and begged for mercy: "God of War, please be magnanimous and don't kill us."

"If there is an afterlife, we are absolutely willing to serve you like slaves and servants."

Mu Huayan was not moved at all. Who made them go so far? Since they were all from the Yin Yang Pavilion, they could not be let off.

But before Mu Huayan could make a move, hundreds of strong auras approached from a distance. The faces of those who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy became ferocious and terrifying.

"Mu Huayan, the reinforcements from Yin Yang Pavilion are here. You can't escape now."

The three people who were kneeling on the ground jumped up and launched several attacks on her, but they were all broken by Gao Moqiu's sword.

He killed three people with one sword, and when he looked up at the sky, he found many people gathered around the barrier.

The intensive attacks came down, but the barrier still did not break. Gao Moqiu had been on standby for a long time. Mu Huayan lost her patience and crushed the barrier with one hand.

The monks from Yin Yang Pavilion thought they had broken through it, and immediately locked onto the two's positions.

"Mu Huayan, you dare to kill my people from Yin Yang Pavilion, I will avenge them!"

Dazzling spells and flowing lights fell, Gao Moqiu jumped into the air and quickly made hand gestures with both hands. The aura that burst out from his body was extremely powerful.

"Mysterious Ice Sealing Formation, first level, spiritual pressure."

A large-scale formation unfolded in front of him, and a powerful spiritual force blasted out like a fountain, defeating all the attacks that came down.

Without waiting for the people around to react, the spiritual power increased exponentially, as if it was a jack pressing them down so that they could not move.

Gao Moqiu pressed his palm downwards, and they began to spit blood, their meridians were damaged, and some were even blown away by the pressure, their bodies and souls were destroyed.

"Senior sister, don't worry, there is no one with strange aura here."

The morale of the seriously injured Yin Yang Pavilion monks was greatly damaged, and they no longer had the courage to move forward. However, someone was angry and shouted, "Wait for me, wait, wait, cough cough, when my ancestor comes, none of you will be able to escape."

"Oh? The original ancestor? I guess you are just his bargaining chips."

After Mu Huayan finished speaking, she released her own pressure. Hundreds of people had distorted faces, could not stand up straight, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"Relying only on coercion... Damn it!"

"Absolutely impossible, I, I don't accept it!"

But no matter how they struggled, they could only be subdued. She took two steps forward and clenched her fist with one hand, and hundreds of people fell to the ground under the pressure.

"Rain falls -- burns!"

Screams rang out one after another, no one was spared, and all died in her hands.

The only elder and ancestor left in Yin Yang Pavilion looked horrified.

"Ancestor of Yin Yang Pavilion, come out and die."

Mu Huayan exerted a powerful pressure, breaking through the defensive formation. A stream of red light shot out, barely resisting the pressure.

An old man with a red beard standing outside the Yin Yang Pavilion was furious. He pointed at her and cursed: "God of Killing! Don't go too far."

"You talk too much."

The old man smelled a strong smell of blood, followed by pain in his body. He covered his bleeding neck in panic.

He took a few steps back, his eyes bulging out, and fell vertically to the ground.

The elder of Yin Yang Pavilion who attempted to escape was killed by Gao Moqiu.

A raging fire burned the now empty Yin Yang Pavilion, and many monks were attracted by the fire.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. When we arrived, Yin Yang Pavilion was gone."

"Don't stay any longer. If someone comes later, we will be framed and it will be terrible."

"..."

Mu Huayan and the other person changed their appearance and stood among the crowd of onlookers, waiting for their chance to strike, but when the crowd dispersed, they did not sense any unusual aura.

The two nodded to each other and prepared to leave, and the person next to them said something that interested them.

"Have you heard? I heard that the Full Moon Bridge is full of broken branches and leaves with powerful Taoist magic."

"Everyone is heading in that direction now, so why would they care about Yin Yang Pavilion?"

"You don't understand this, right? Yin Yang Pavilion has someone protecting it. I heard that..."

Gao Moqiu walked over to the group as if nothing had happened and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoists, have you also heard about the Full Moon Bridge?"

Several people just glanced at him without any suspicion. One of them nodded, and soon a look of fear appeared on his face.

"But this Full Moon Bridge is strange. It was originally just an ordinary place."

"But who would have thought that there would be something that could be used to refine medicine and forge divine weapons."

"Then why are you hesitating? I grabbed this amount yesterday."

The visitor happily showed three fingers, and the others said, "Hey, fellow Taoist, I see you are quite strong, would you like to come with us?"

Gao Moqiu clasped his fists and declined, "I won't go. Thank you fellow Taoists for inviting me."

Wouldn't that be a breakthrough in the investigation? But when they arrived near the Mist Hidden Cloud Sea, they found someone guarding it.

If you want to cross the sea, you must get the pass token of the Frost and Snow Palace. Some people sighed and said it was a pity.

Several strong men were guarding the dock. They looked around vigilantly, fearing that someone might cross the river.

There were also a few beautiful women chatting in an open wooden house near the dock, and occasionally their cheerful laughter could be heard.

The cry of a spirit animal suddenly sounded, and everyone present looked towards the sky not far away, only to see a monk riding a spirit bird flying over.

"Hurry, hurry, the people from the Frost and Snow Palace are here."

"Go? Go and try?"

The man turned into a beam of light and came to the wooden house in a blink of an eye. He looked quite handsome, but his face was ferocious.

"I've met my junior uncle."

Several women saluted him, and he nodded and sat down. Several men said politely: "We are casual cultivators from the ancient road outside the world. We entered the Full Moon Bridge this time only to..."

But before they could finish their words, the man waved them away. They were confused and unwilling to leave.

"Please leave."

A woman in a purple tight dress said impatiently, but did not explain why they could not be allowed in.

Another person came here, holding a precious thousand-year-old herb in his hand. He nodded and bowed to talk to him, but was not allowed to enter.

A man standing behind him snorted complacently, "I am the direct disciple of the master of Lifeng Hall. I entered the Full Moon Bridge only to..."

Many disciples from other sects entered the Wuyinyun before and after.

"Remember, follow me closely after you enter the sea of ​​mist and clouds."

Mu Huayan secretly sent a message to Gao Moqiu and then they came to the wooden house together. "I am honored to meet you. We are disciples of the Yunyin Sect. We entered the Full Moon Bridge only to pick precious spiritual herbs. I hope you will grant me permission, Senior."

"Yunyin Sect? Interesting, the third-ranked sect in the Yuan Realm actually lacks materials for refining medicine?"