I am Master Maoshan

While the Wasteland God King was fighting for his life with the monster in the abyss, a touching scene of master and disciple reuniting was taking place above the cliff where he had fought with Qingfengzi.

The wind howled, sweeping up the rubble on the edge of the cliff, making a "humming" sound. In the distance, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and from time to time, a few blood-red lightning flashed, illuminating the figures of the master and disciple.

"Let go of my hands!" Qingfengzi glared at Liu Jun unkindly, his long silver hair dancing wildly in the wind like an angry silver dragon.

There were still a few bloodstains on his tattered Taoist robe, obviously left from the fight with the Wasteland God King just now.

"I can't loosen my grip unless you give me the treasure first!" Liu Jun held onto Qing Fengzi's trouser legs tightly, hanging on his master's lap like a koala. His face was a bit stubborn and aggrieved, like a child asking for candy.

This old man is so elusive. If I don't seize the opportunity to ask for some treasure this time, I don't know when I will meet him again in this life.

Qing Fengzi tried to pull his legs, but found that they didn't move at all. He couldn't help but sighed: "I don't have any treasures. Others fight with magic weapons, but I can only fight with strength." He pointed to the holes in his robe and said, "Look, I don't even have a decent magic weapon to protect myself."

"Nonsense!" Liu Jun raised his head, his eyes flashing with cunning. "You are the great Skyfire God King, and you say you don't have any treasures? I heard that you were ranked first among the five great God Kings and almost killed the Wasteland God King. You say you don't have any treasures? Do you think I believe you, an old man?"

Qing Fengzi was stunned when he heard this, and then he showed an expression of sudden realization: "Oh? I remember now, the current Skyfire Divine King is you, and we have given you all the treasures in the Divine King Palace treasury, and you are still not satisfied?"

Thinking of this, Qing Fengzi narrowed his eyes and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Bullshit!" Liu Jun gritted his teeth and said, "I need Master's Wife's permission to take the treasures in there! Last time I wanted to borrow a few treasures, Master's Wife said she was afraid I would lose them, and she refused to give them to me!"

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from below the cliff, and the entire mountain began to shake. The master and the disciple looked into the distance at the same time, and saw a beam of fire shooting straight into the sky.

"It seems that Wasteland guy has run into the Chaos Abyss. He will probably suffer a great loss." Qingfengzi said solemnly.

Liu Jun was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of the Chaos Abyss. However, even a powerful God King like the Wasteland God King could suffer a great loss, so a small scum like him had no desire to find out more about it.

Seeing that Qing Fengzi stopped struggling, Liu Jun took the opportunity to tighten his hands around his master's legs: "Master, you see the world is so dangerous, and you still want me to go around, why don't you lend me your protective magic weapon first? Don't say you don't have it, I saw you use it just now."

Qing Fengzi looked down at the scoundrel disciple, feeling both angry and amused: "You brat..." He reached into his sleeve and fumbled for a moment, then pulled out a palm-sized bronze bell. "Take it, this is the last of my possessions."

Liu Jun's eyes lit up, and he was about to take it, but Qing Fengzi retracted his hand: "But there is a condition."

"What conditions?" Liu Jun asked vigilantly.

"I think your mistress will know about my return soon. If she really fights with me, you should stop her." Qing Fengzi lowered his voice. "After all, I am so strong. What if I hurt her in a fight? What do you think?"

Liu Jun showed a mischievous smile, but he didn't point it out. What a little brat, are you afraid of hurting his master's wife? If this old man was really not afraid, how could he scare his master's wife Feng Wanqing into such a scare?
Of course, even though he knew it in his heart, he was not stupid enough to point it out to the old man. What if the old man got angry and didn't give him the treasure?

"Deal! But Master, are you sure this bell can block the attack of the Wasteland God King?" Liu Jun asked curiously.

Qing Fengzi smiled mysteriously: "This is not an ordinary clock, it is ancient..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly shot out from a distance, heading straight for the master and his apprentice. Qing Fengzi was quick-witted and threw the bronze bell into the air, which instantly turned into a giant bell about ten feet high, covering the two of them.

"Ding--" A deafening bell sound resounded through the sky, and green light hit the bell wall, causing circles of golden ripples.

During the clock, Liu Jun stared at the scene in amazement: "Master, this can't be..."

"That's right," Qing Fengzi stroked his beard proudly, "This is a replica of the legendary ancient Donghuang Bell... Although it is only one-third as powerful as the original, it is more than enough to deal with this level of attack."

Liu Jun looked strange: "No, I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about this attack just now, don't you think it's familiar?"

Qing Fengzi's face suddenly changed: "Oh no, run! Your master's wife is here." As he said that, he was about to put away the imitation Donghuang Bell and run away.

Liu Jun hugged his master's waist tightly: "You wish! If you run away, my master's wife will definitely punish me. Come with me back to see my master's wife!"

The master and the disciple wrestled together inside the bell. Of course, neither of them used their true strength, otherwise, with Qingfengzi's strength at the Divine King level, crushing Liu Jun, who was at the early Half-Step Divine King level, to death would be no different from crushing an ant.

At this time, outside the Donghuang Bell, on the edge of the cliff.

The cold mountain wind whistled past, blowing up the robes of several people. Qing Yun stood on the edge of the cliff, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening her sleeves. Her emerald eyes reflected the ancient runes flowing on the Donghuang Bell, but her eyes were a little dazed.

"Is this the Heavenly Fire God King?" She muttered to herself. Memories came flooding back like a tide - that was the figure she saw from afar during the battle many years ago when the ancient demons invaded the God Realm: a figure dressed in a white Taoist robe whiter than snow, holding a blazing flame, and walking in the midst of the thousands of demons like a nobody. That battle made the three words "Qing Fengzi" an indelible mark in her heart.

But right now.
"Old man, are you playing dirty? I am your apprentice?" "In this case, don't even say you are my apprentice, you are my son."

The noise of fighting coming from the Donghuang Bell made Qing Yun's mouth twitch slightly. She subconsciously touched her pointed ears, which were a unique feature of the ancient demons, but at this moment, they were slightly hot because of the collapse of her worldview.

"You'll get used to it." Yan Li had stood beside her at some point, her fiery red hair dancing in the wind.

The Holy Maiden of the Skyfire Divine Realm crossed her arms across her chest, a hint of helplessness flashing across her eyes: "Their master and disciple have always been like this."

As she spoke, she pointed at the Donghuang Bell and said, "Don't be fooled by the quarrel now, but they are willing to fight for each other. They are closer than father and son."

"Ding--"

The crisp knocking sound interrupted Yan Li's memories. Xu Baoer, the curious baby, was standing on tiptoe, tapping the wall of the Donghuang Bell with her priceless jade flute. The bell suddenly rippled with golden circles, reflecting on her innocent little face.

"Bao'er, stop making trouble!" Yan Li hurriedly grabbed the ignorant little ancestor and said, "They are still in there."

Before he finished speaking, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

A suffocating pressure descended from the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds on the edge of the cliff was instantly dyed blood red. Everyone looked up in horror, only to see a graceful and elegant figure stepping into the air - wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, with wide sleeves and flowing clouds, and with every step he took, the rhythm of the law of Tao bloomed under his feet.

"Master, Master's Wife." Yan Li's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Feng Wanqing stood in the air, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent. The "Qingshuang" sword in her hand, which was said to be able to cut the sun, moon and stars, had already been unsheathed three inches, and the cold sword light reflected her beautiful face - at this moment, this face was full of murderous intent.

"Qing Fengzi" she said with her red lips. Her voice was not loud but it made the whole cliff tremble. "You dare to come back?"

"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly came from the Donghuang Bell, and then it became quiet in an instant.

"Your master's wife is really here," Qingfengzi said in a low voice.

"Do you think she's here in lieu? Go out and admit your mistake," Liu Jun said unhappily.

"Given your master's wife's tigress character, if I go out now, it would be no different from a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth," Qingfengzi refused decisively.

"Even a tigress can be affectionate at times. Can't you take a chance?" Liu Jun advised.

"What if I lose the bet? Will you protect me?" Qingfengzi said with a dark face.

Hearing the whispers coming from the Donghuang Bell, Feng Wanqing's originally cold face was instantly covered with a layer of frost. Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hilt of the Qingshuang sword at her waist, and the seven star stones inlaid on the scabbard reflected a dazzling cold light in the sun.

“You two—” Her voice was like ten thousand years of black ice, and the temperature around them seemed to drop sharply. “I’ll count to three, get out of here!”

The last word carried a sharp sword energy, causing circles of golden ripples to appear on the surface of the Donghuang Bell. Inside the bell, Qing Fengzi and Liu Jun shuddered at the same time.

"It's broken!" Qing Fengzi's face turned pale, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Why is this broken bell not soundproof?" He slapped the wall of the bell in panic. The ancient runes engraved on the bronze surface flickered under his palms.

Liu Jun quickly held down Qing Fengzi's restless hands and said in a low voice, "Don't panic! I will use my spiritual power to control the clock in a moment, and you can take this opportunity to block my master's wife. Remember, we only have three breaths of time!"

"You kid, are you trying to trick me again?" Qing Fengzi narrowed his eyes and looked at the cheap apprentice in front of him suspiciously. He knew Liu Jun very well, and the words "high moral character" had nothing to do with Liu Jun.

Liu Jun rolled his eyes helplessly, "What do you mean, old man? We have been master and disciple for so many years, and you don't even have this little trust?" He deliberately raised his voice, "How about this, you run away and I'll go and apologize to Master's Wife. Anyway, I'm her direct disciple, and the current Skyfire God King, so she won't do anything harsh to me, right?"

"No, no, no!" Qing Fengzi quickly covered Liu Jun's mouth and glanced nervously outside the clock. Feng Wanqing had counted down to "two", and light blue ice spiritual power began to condense around her body. The bluestone slabs under her feet were forming frost flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Three, two, one!" Qing Fengzi gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture, and suddenly twelve golden talismans flew out of his sleeves. At the same time, Liu Jun formed a seal with both hands, and the Donghuang Bell made a deafening buzzing sound, and the bell body spun violently into the air.

"Let's go!" the two shouted in unison. Qing Fengzi's talisman turned into a golden barrier in front of him, and Liu Jun took the opportunity to grab the back collar of his Taoist robe. The Donghuang Bell drew a dazzling arc in the air, and the spiritual energy gushing out of the bell blew the surrounding flowers, plants and trees to the ground.

Feng Wanqing snorted coldly, and the Qingshuang Sword was already three inches out of its sheath. She tapped her slender feet lightly, and the whole person rose into the air like a banished fairy. Wherever the sword pointed, the ice crystals in the sky condensed into countless tiny sword shadows.

"Two bastards! If I don't freeze you into ice sculptures today, I will write my name Feng Wanqing upside down!" Feng Wanqing chased after them instantly.

(End of this chapter)