Master's Chief Disciple

He didn't notice that Mu Huayan had transformed the long sword in his palm into a white and pink long harp. The music played naturally, returning to nature, and the heaven and earth resonated with it.

"Souls are broken, leaves wither and flowers fall, leaves fall back to their roots, a song calms the soul, a blow shatters mountains and seas."

Xuan Huangzi took two steps back in fear, wanting to run away, but after a closer look, he saw that Mu Huayan did not make any other moves.

However, there was a powerful existence in the void that could shock the soul, causing the two to tremble frequently.

"Master Wen, is this the nonsense you are talking about?"

"I think this situation is not good. If both you and I die here!"

Just as he finished speaking, a light and graceful music sounded, and both of them became unstable. Xuan Huangzi panicked and pulled open the space.

"I won't accompany you anymore."

The moment he stepped in, the space shattered, and there was nothing at the trouser leg, a leg was gone.

Before he could scream, a huge shadow stepped out from the void in front of him, with golden light all over its body and a long harp in both hands.

When the strings of the zither were plucked, a deafening sound was played, and the shadowy figure seemed to be alone, not taking the two of them seriously.

"He is only a half-step immortal emperor, why is he so arrogant?"

The calm tone revealed a bone-chilling coldness and murderous intent.

Xuan Huangzi felt dizzy and his body was getting more and more out of control. It was as if his spiritual power was being stripped from his body, causing him great pain.

"What did you do! Save me..."

The golden light spread all over his body, devouring his flesh and crushing his soul. His cries for help gradually faded, and his empty clothes fell to the ground.

A beam of golden light shot up into the sky and turned into thousands of fine raindrops that bathed the area within a radius of a hundred miles, completely returning to its roots.

"Mu Huayan! You, you dare! I am from Liuxuan Realm. If you kill me, they will not let you go!"

Mu Huayan took a step forward and chuckled, "Liu Xuan Realm, all you talk about is Liu Xuan Realm."

"Wen Qin'er, let me ask you, do you know why Liuxuan Realm sent you here?"

"Do you know how important this Creation Bone Lotus is to me, and to Jiang Zilin and the other two?"

"You, Liu Xuanjie, can take them away whenever you want, but have you ever cared about their lives?"

Wen Qin'er was frightened by her sudden roar, and her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.

"I, I, I just, no, how can the Creation Bone Lotus be used by the ghost realm."

Wen Qin'er swallowed her saliva, her eyes were full of hatred and disgust towards her, and she was so full of fear that she couldn't breathe, but she still screamed with all her might.

"What's going on in the Yuan Realm has nothing to do with our Liuxuan Realm. They are just a bunch of clowns. We can kill them whenever we want."

"How can you compete with us with your strength? You are just worthless, not even worthy of carrying shoes for Liuxuanjie!"

Wen Qin'er felt fear all over her body after she finished speaking. Mu Huayan's red eyes, which were as calm as water, were dripping with scarlet blood, as if they wanted to swallow Wen Qin'er whole.

An attack came silently, and when the long harp was swung out, thousands of swords rained down. The moment Wen Qin'er's heart was pierced, her soul left her body.

She caught a glimpse of her body vanishing into nothingness, and a pair of huge hands came over and grasped her trembling soul. A sharp sound of unwillingness echoed for a moment, and then it was completely silent.

When she retracted her magical power, because the power of the Creation Bone Lotus was too great, it injured her meridians, and her internal organs felt as if they were burned.

When she staggered and lost her balance, Song Yunmo rushed over and hugged her. He raised his hand to hold her jaw, and blood continued to flow out of her mouth.

"Song...Yun...Mo..."

She grasped his sleeves weakly, the red light in her eyes gradually dissipated, returning to a calm blue color.

Glancing at the cracks on her forearms and the skin flakes on her neck, I felt so distressed that I reached out with trembling hands to brush away the hair from the corner of her mouth.

His eyes were red and his vision was covered by mist. "I'm here, don't talk. I, I'll heal you."

Tears mixed with blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and soon the ground was stained red with blood.

Snow flakes fell and melted on the two of them, chilling them to the bone.

Pure spiritual energy flowed around the two of them. Mu Huayan felt that her injuries were being healed bit by bit, while Song Yunmo's lifespan was decreasing at an exponential rate.

A snowflake landed on her nose, and she suddenly woke up and pushed Song Yunmo away. Five hundred years of life had dissipated, and he looked much weaker.

"Fool."

Mu Huayan scolded him, looking at him with broken eyes, and pressed her hand against his forehead, tears flowing unconsciously.

Song Yunmo burst into laughter, holding her hand and whispering softly, "It's only a lifespan of 500 years."

"My greatest wish is that you are safe."

Mu Huayan's heart trembled, and a trace of sadness surged in her heart. She put a pill into his mouth. It was a pill that was extremely difficult to refine and could prolong life for a hundred years.

"you."

Before Song Yunmo could finish his words, she blocked his lips and pressed his Adam's apple with her thumb, causing the pill to slide into his throat.

"Song Yunmo, remember what you promised me. Live well, then I can feel at ease."

"I owe you four hundred years of life, I will pay you back later."

Song Yunmo rubbed her ears, leaving several visible marks on her neck. After he finished speaking, Mu Huayan pushed him away.

Mo Nian and Mo Xun once told him that they would take away his memory and love, but an accident occurred in the middle of the journey, which made him regain his memory, but his love could not be erased.

Recalling the past, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye. If she didn't leave, she was afraid that she would really abandon everything and choose someone to stay with forever.

"Xia Changqing, after the restriction is broken, escort him back to the palace immediately."

She stood up with her back to Song Yunmo and spoke calmly, but her face was already covered in tears.

"He is weak, so take good care of him. If he loses any limbs, you will be the one to blame."

Song Yunmo wanted to speak but was silenced. He stumbled forward but only caught her phantom. After her breath completely dissipated, the silence was lifted.

"Mu Huayan."

Faced with the scene of separation again, he cried sadly and kept looking in the direction she left. He was totally unlike the dignity that an emperor should have, and the last trace of fragrance left in the air also dissipated.

Several black shadows flew in the direction where Mu Huayan left, but Xia Changqing and the others did not notice them.

The news of killing two Half-Step Immortal Emperors spread quickly in the Ancient Road outside the Realm. Yuhua Valley came out to refute the rumor, claiming that the corpses were not made by Yuhua Valley.

It was just a personal grudge between Tang Xin and Mu Huayan. Tang Xin had just done something improper and killed a casual cultivator from the ancient path outside the boundary.

After Mu Huayan learned about his ability to replace the original with the fake, she wanted to destroy the Imperial Flower Valley. The monks of the Ancient Road outside the world naturally believed it.

Once again, they pointed the finger at Mu Huayan, thinking that she was guilty of a heinous crime and should be executed in public.

If a casual cultivator claims that his Taoist partner has suddenly disappeared, or that his good friend has suddenly disappeared, Yuhua Valley will come out to explain.

Once again, they pushed the blame onto her. It must be that Mu Huayan had used some trick to secretly kill them.

After hearing this, Mu Huayan thought they were ridiculous and stupid. Not only were they blind, but their hearts were also blind.

But after all, they are all from the ancient road outside the world, so their hearts are naturally connected. Even if Yuhua Valley deceived them, so what? Even if they used their own people, so what?

They are still kept in the dark and have become puppets that they can manipulate at will. It can only be said that this is a great sorrow.

"Attack Mu Huayan, kill her, kill her."

"Let her give my partner an explanation. Kill her."

"Elder Yuan Yu, please make the decision for us."

"If you want us to help, that's fine, as long as Mu Huayan can die."

Yuan Yu stood on the wall of Huoyun Pavilion, looking down at the scattered cultivators gathered around him. A dark light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were deep.

"Everyone, please be calm. As long as we work together, Mu Huayan will definitely not be able to survive."

"Besides, our Pavilion Master Wen Qin'er also died at her hands. She! My Huoyun Pavilion will not let her go."

A shadow scout from Huoyun Pavilion came to report,

"Elder Yuan, people from Wugui Immortal Palace are here."

Unexpectedly, Yuan Yu's expression changed suddenly after hearing this. If someone from Wugui Immortal Palace came here, things would be difficult.

"You, find a way to make these scattered cultivators leave. Make sure they are not seen by the people in the Immortal Palace."