C7 Still Alive in Death

It's still alive in death.

Muh Feng flew backwards and slowly closed his eyes.

The old ancestor walked in front of Muh Feng and picked up the Heavenly God Sword. His eyes were filled with greed.

"Hahaha... A mid-grade treasure, this is a peerless weapon!"

The known grade of magic treasures in the world, from low to high, were: artifact, magic artifact, and spirit artifact. They were also divided into upper, middle, and lower Grade Three.

In the distant sky, another stream of light instantly grabbed Muh Feng's leg, stepped on the Flying Sword, and floated in the air.

It was a young man wearing a Daoist robe. He was about 16 years old, and his eyes were bright as he looked down at the people from the Muh family.

The weapon in the old ancestor's hand disappeared into thin air, and a huge sword appeared in the young man's hand.

It was obvious that the young man had used some unknown method to seize the mid-grade treasure.

Hehe, I never thought that the first time I went down the mountain, I would see a group of adults. An old man bullying a child, do you still have humanity? Sure enough, the Jianghu is a dangerous place, and the human heart is not ancient!

A series of information flashed across the old ancestor's mind, and he was surprised to find that this person was extremely similar to the Cultivator that the first generation patriarch of Muh family had mentioned. Only the Cultivator could ride a flying sword and seize things out of thin air. It had a longer lifespan than the people of the world. It could even live without eating or drinking, and after reaching a certain level of cultivation, it could live forever. There was nothing that could be done in the sky and the earth, and it was like a storm.

The old ancestor was not angry at all about the sword snatching. Instead, he respectfully cupped his fists at the young man. Young Hero had no idea that this man was a descendant of the Muh family. He had deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. He had actually killed the patriarch and elders of my race in an instant. There were countless of descendants in his family. Young Hero, please look at the corpses on the ground behind me.

The young man followed behind the old ancestor, and indeed, the ground was littered with corpses.

"You mean he killed so many people? Grandpa, is there something wrong with your brain? A child has the ability to kill so many people? I clearly saw you kill people and rob them. Isn't this the best proof?"

The old ancestor was unable to defend himself. The matter of snatching the sword was the truth.

"Young Hero, what this old man said is the truth. I hope Young Hero can find out!"

The youth pondered for a while. I can't believe everything you said. In short, what I saw was a group of you injuring this child and snatching his treasure. If I take this child away now, you won't have any objections, right?

"Young Hero, this person is a treasonous person. We can't let him live. I hope that Young Hero will hand him over to us!"

The old ancestor's expression was ugly as he spoke. In fact, his heart was beating rapidly, as he was afraid of angering the youth.

"Oh..."

The youth stretched his tone. What if I insist on taking him away? To put it bluntly, I want to take him away. What do you think?

"This... this..."

The old ancestor was at a loss. He did not know what to do next. If the opponent was really a Cultivator, the Muh family might be doomed if he was provoked.

A supreme elder stood out and said angrily, "Where did this yellow-haired kid come from? How can you just take away the people of Muh family as you wish? If you know what's good for you, then leave some servants behind and get lost. Otherwise, I'll kill you as well."

"Shut up!"

The old ancestor sent the supreme elder flying with a palm strike. Immediately, the supreme elder turned around and apologized to the young man in fear.

Young Hero, this old man has failed to teach his son well. This old man will apologize to you. I hope that Young Hero won't blame me for sparing his life. I have already injured him. I'm afraid that he won't be able to recover in less than ten years.

"Hiss!"

The rest of the people from the Muh family were astounded. He had attacked so heavily, and he was even treating his own son with such respect. Why was the old ancestor so afraid of that young man?

The others had no idea that there were still Cultivators in this world. If the old ancestor hadn't seen the old ancestor's record, he wouldn't have known either. The old ancestor had injured his son, and he was filled with grief. He was still unconscious, and no one knew whether he was still alive or dead.

"Since you have already punished him, I won't fuss about it with you anymore. Remember, don't tell anyone that I came here today. Otherwise, there is no need for the Muh family to exist anymore."

The young man brought Muh Feng and flew away on his sword, leaving the people of the Muh family looking at each other in dismay.

"Don't let anyone else know about what happened today. Otherwise, I will kill all of you before he comes here." After saying that, the old ancestor carried his son and turned into a ray of light as he flew towards the forbidden area of the Muh family.

The remaining people of Muh family were led by Mu Chunguang to clean up the battlefield and the corpses. Mu Chunguang muttered to himself. Muh family was finished because Muh Feng alone had already caused more than half of the Muh family's men to die. There were no Xiantian experts left, except for the supreme elder and the old ancestor. If the Liu and Shen Family found out where the Muh family was located, would they find a place to stay? Sigh...

Muh Feng was slowly walking away with his hands and feet locked by two strange people. He opened his eyes and looked around. It couldn't be, this place was so dark and gloomy.

"Big brothers, where are you taking me?"

The two men turned around at the same time and said in a strange tone, "To report to Ghost Realm and Nether World."

F * ck, it can't be, the White-Faced Thunderlord's mouth, the Black-Faced Thunderlord's mouth? You, you are Black and White Impermanence?

"Yes, you are already dead, hurry up and leave. If you are late, the Bridge of Helplessness will seal off the road."

Muh Feng laughed loudly. He didn't think that Nie Li would die before taking his revenge.

"Child, quickly wake up. Child, quickly wake up..."

Muh Feng heard a voice calling out to him. He said to the Black and White Impermanence, "Did you hear anything?"

"Ghost cries..."

Muh Feng rolled his eyes and thought he had misheard!

"Child, wake up. You can't go forward anymore. Can you hear me? If you walk forward, you won't be able to come back!"

Muh Feng heard this voice again. He couldn't go forward? Can't come back? Could it be that someone saved me? Muh Feng stopped in his tracks.

"Hurry up and leave, why are you stopping? If we don't go now, the bridge will be blocked, and we will have to spend the night outside. It's very scary." The Black and White Impermanence urged.

"Child, you've stopped. That means you've heard me. Listen to me. Wait for me to do it. All you need to do is... the child understands?"

Muh Feng nodded his head!

"Hey, are you stupid? What are you nodding your head for? Since you have already nodded your head, why don't you hurry up and leave? "

Muh Feng held his stomach. Aiyo! My stomach hurts. Wait for me to relieve myself. After saying that, Muh Feng hid in the grass.

"Hurry up!" After saying that, the Black and White Impermanence started chatting.

Big brother is not right, he is already dead, why is there a need to be convenient? After saying that, the two of them ran to the grass to take a look. There was no one else!

Big brother, he ran away. What should we do? How should we report this?

In a certain inn in Southern Sun City, Muh Feng lay on the bed, his fingers moving.

"En!"

The young man smiled and let out a sigh of relief. He had finally pulled him back from the gates of hell. The young man took out a Medicine Pill and placed it into Muh Feng's mouth. He patted Muh Feng and rested well. After saying that, the young man left the room.

The next morning, Muh Feng opened his eyes and looked around. He pinched his own face.

"Ouch!"

You even know pain. I'm not dead. Who saved me? Muh Feng exercised his Jing and bones for a while, and they were all healed. He felt refreshed and refreshed!

Muh Feng sat back on the bed and prepared to cultivate. Something was not right! My cultivation has increased, and I have already converted my Yuan Qi into Spiritual Qi. Second level of the Xiantian realm? Just as Muh Feng was feeling puzzled, the door opened with a creak.

"You are awake! Very good."

Muh Feng stared at the young man, then quickly got off the bed and knelt down. He wanted to thank Benefactor for saving him. This young man would never forget this. Please accept three kowtows from this young man.

"Get up, young man. Don't be like this. A small matter like this is not worth mentioning."

The young man helped Muh Feng to sit beside the bed. The child, I don't have much hope of waking you up. I can drag you back from the gates of hell. After all, you have a strong sense of survival.

Oh right, I checked your body. Your heart is different from ordinary people, even I can't see it. As long as you get close to it, Rainbow Light will appear, and you can also feel waves of pressure. Although I have never seen such a thing before, I have discovered that you have the talent to cultivate.

Muh Feng was confused and did not understand what he was saying at all.

"Benefactor, I am not clear about what you are saying either. Cultivation talent? I don't understand. Can you tell me in detail? "

Little brother, you just recovered. Rest first. I'll tell you in detail tomorrow. I have to go out in advance.

" Benefactor, what's your name? "

"Don't call me Benefactor. My name is Loong Feng. If you don't mind, call me Mr. Long!" After saying that, the young man closed the door and left.

Loong Feng, what a good name. Mr. Long, haha, I have a big brother again...