After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 158 157. Turning the tables, I am invincible under the Purple Mansion (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
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Xing'er finally found that person among the cultivators of this small sect in the foreign land.

Her heart started beating wildly.

Countless fears are coming.

After the teleportation array in Gujin was repaired, the Wuxiang tribe was able to come from the north again and searched everywhere for the missing tribe members. By chance, she and her son were found and brought back to the tribe.

It is said that a thousand years ago, this ancient teleportation array was intact, but was later destroyed for some reasons. As a result, many members of the ancient tribes were unable to retreat, and the Wuxiang tribe also lost several people, one of whom was naturally Tang Fan's father.

You know, the ancient clans all pass down from one line to another, and the number of people will never increase, so even a bloodline of the clan scattered outside will be given great attention.

Xing'er and her son were taken back to the ancient clan. Then, because of her son's status as a mother, she became the current "Xing Fairy Mother" and relied on sufficient resources to break through to the middle stage of the Jiang Palace.

His son Tang Yi is even more gifted. His experiences in the southern part of Chu State did not suppress him. Instead, they cultivated a tenacious character in him. Now he has broken through to the peak of the Crimson Palace.

Tang Yi is different from his mother. His Nine Palace Blood is much stronger than his mother's, so it is extremely difficult for him to practice. At this time, he has reached the last step to enter the Purple Mansion.

At this step, an elder from the clan would take him along, after all, "how to break through the Purple Palace" was a secret to the outside world. If you don't reach the Purple Palace and don't have an elder, don't know.

The elders of the Wuxiang Clan told her: It is easy to enter the Purple Palace, but if you want to consolidate the initial stage, it will take at least several decades. Although there may be people with terrifying talents in the world who can speed up this process, it is rare to see them once in a thousand years.

After decades of time, Tang Yi was extremely worried about being separated from his mother, so he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of this Qianlong Meeting to select some attendants.

Firstly, it is to strengthen his own team;
Secondly, although Da Chu and Gu Jin are far apart, he had traveled to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan through this ancient teleportation array. Now he was revisiting the old place and looking back at the road he had come from. It was like returning home in glory. Seeing the decline and prosperity might give him a greater understanding.

Thirdly, he wanted to see if there was a monk that his mother liked, so that he could accompany her instead of him.

Since he entered the ancient tribe, he had spent very little time with his mother, and his mother lost his father's company after he was born, which was very pitiful. Therefore, over the years, even if there were rumors about "the fairy mother's concubine" and so on, he just ignored them. As long as his mother was happy, it didn't matter. As for his father, he had never even seen his father, so why would he care?

Of course, Tang Yi did not only select his servants in Kuching. In fact, he had already traveled around the vassal states of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and recruited several servants. Now this stop was nearing its end.

That night, late at night, in a secluded forest in the back mountain of Mojianmen
The elusive spiritual power makes this forest almost impossible to explore.

The Fairy Xing, who was always high and mighty outside, was now so timid that she seemed to have become the witch who faced the old ancestor in the past.

The arrogance that came from her "status, position and power" was instantly stripped away in front of the young man, leaving only awe.

"Master, that year I suddenly felt that the connection of the blood slave mark disappeared without a trace.

I thought you had been reincarnated, so I told Yier about your situation.

But, Yier has long thought you were dead."

"So, you are already in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace?"

"Yes.

But I will always be a slave in front of my master.

The master can always ask the slave to serve him."

After saying the last sentence, Xingxian Mother quietly raised her head and glanced at the young man in front of her.

The body of a young boy has delicate features, but hidden inside is a mysterious and terrifying old monster.

Her mind started to work for a moment, and she thought that if she could get along well with this old weirdo and let him help Yi'er later, it would not be a bad thing.

She was a seductress when she was young, and having experienced the ups and downs of life, she had her own calculations in her mind.

Yier's heels are shallow and he needs stronger support.

The old monster is now in a desperate situation. When she was called here, he naturally needed her power and support.

This may not necessarily be a disaster, but a win-win situation.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her, thinking to himself: "The Blood Slave Ancient Talisman can control the life and death of others with a thought, but what if others don't even care about death?

A hundred years later, this enchantress named Xing'er has grown into someone else's character.

Forced is always worse than voluntary.

Because if Xing'er is determined to not live but to die, and threatens me at the same time, that would be terrible.'

Song Yan has never been a person who likes to force "friendly forces" into a desperate situation, nor is he a pretentious person.

Looking at the way Xingxianmu was glancing at him, he waved his hand thoughtfully.

Mother Xing was stunned and her beautiful eyes began to blur.

Song Yan smiled and praised: "You have made a lot of progress."

Xing Xianmu completely understood what the young man was saying and said shyly, "It's all thanks to the master."

Song Yan said: "I didn't kill Tang Fan. I was too busy taking care of myself back then, so I couldn't save him even if I wanted to."

Xing Xianmu had always had a very vague impression of Tang Fan. After a hundred years, she had almost forgotten him. At this moment, she nodded and said, "I know."

Song Yan added: "Just listen to me and I will protect Tang Yi."

This sentence hit the heart of Xingxianmu with great precision. Hearing this, the young lady was overjoyed. She raised her head suddenly, and her shy and confused eyes also showed uncontrollable joy and bold initiative.

She said softly, "I will definitely do my best to consider everything for my master."

Song Yan waved again.

Xingxianmu quickly stood up, pulled open the hem of her luxurious and conservative dark skirt, and sat on the young man as if she was making some kind of sacred "blood covenant".

She steadied herself nervously and shyly, sat down in her seat, and then began this "win-win combination."

Late at night.

It was very late at night and it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

for a long time
The winter moon hangs in the sky, and the frost and snow emit a white light.

Xingxianmu carefully cleaned Song Yan thoroughly before helping him put on the elegant and luxurious long dress, which was so tight that not a single bit of his snow-white flesh was exposed.

After all, she is the mother of a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Even if she comes to the mortal world, her status is far above that of the king and queen. All her coquettishness will never be seen by mortals or even ordinary cultivators.

When she raised her face arrogantly, she was like an iceberg and no one could approach her. If anyone dared to say something blasphemous to her, she would frown and look at him coldly like a holy virgin, angrily scolding him for being "bold", and then make him pay the "painful price of insulting the Fairy Mother".

She is already a fairy mother, not a witch.

If anyone wants to see her seductress side, they must first break through her fairy mother shell.

And there is no doubt that the old monster in front of him can be easily defeated.

Even though this old monster only seems to be at the Lianxuan realm now, she will not look down on him.

At this time, Xing Xianmu was tidying up her dress while softly asking, "Master, how can I help you?"

At this moment, she was not only controlled by the "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman", but also had her "heart" attached to Song Yan. As long as Song Yan did not betray the "covenant", the direction of her heart would be quite stable.

Song Yan said: "Tell me in detail about the Hidden Dragon Society. You should not only select talents from ordinary disciples, but also from the elders of the Crimson Palace, right?"

Fairy Xing nodded and then continued to tell the story.

After a moment, Song Yan roughly understood.

For ordinary disciples, the talented ones are selected through regular watching of competitions.

The selected person is not necessarily the winner, but will be considered based on age, practice time, talent, etc.
But for the elders of the Crimson Palace, the ancient clan will pay special attention to the examination of "spirit and soul". If a certain elder of the Crimson Palace is special in spirit and soul, he may be chosen.

As for the method of investigation, it is a "divine jade slip".

Holding the divine jade slip in hand, the power in the soul will be stimulated to the greatest extent, allowing the ancient people to easily distinguish the strong and weak among them.

Song Yan asked seriously, then thought quickly.

Xing Xianmu said softly, "Master, if you have any ideas, you can talk to me. I haven't lived in vain these years. I have mastered some tricks."

Song Yan said: "The less tacit understanding there is between you and me, the less loopholes there will be. Once the fact that you are my blood slave is exposed, whether it is you, me, or Yi'er, we will all die without a burial place. Let me think about it again."

When Xingxianmu heard this, she stopped asking questions.

After becoming the Fairy Mother, she had learned about the major events of the magic of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, and vaguely guessed that both Patriarch Zhang Han and Tang Fan must have perished in the "Soul Threshold of the King of Henchmen".

The incident of "The Soul Threshold of the King of Henchmen" caused a major earthquake in the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom, and also brought about the reorganization of many forces.

That level of gaming and fighting had already exceeded her imagination.

Although she was conceited and thought she had good skills, she would never think that she could compare to the master in front of her, the master who crawled out from the core of the bloody conspiracy storm.

At this time, Song Yan closed his eyes slightly.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind.

If he wanted to escape to the north through the ancient teleportation array, then now he could "let Xing'er take him straight to the ancient teleportation array on the pretext of being unwell, and then quickly teleport him to the north."

But then?

Anyone who is interested will find out that the cultivator taken away by Mother Xing is named Song Han.

Why did Xingxianmu take him away?
Many powerful people will be particularly curious about this, and he will have nowhere to hide.

The demon monk didn't need to be curious at all, but directly concluded that Song Han was Song Yan. In this way, whether it was him, Xing'er, or Tang Yi, they would become sitting ducks.

The most direct path actually leads to endless troubles.

Many other methods also have many hidden dangers and traces.

Song Yan pondered for a moment, and suddenly his mind settled down, and he said, "Fairy Mother, there is no need to do anything.

Just tell me in advance the testing location and time of the Divine Jade Slips, as well as the inspection order of the major sects.

The Fairy Mother will naturally see me again later."

When Xing Xian Mu heard the respectful title addressed by her master, she immediately smiled like a flower. She sat in Song Yan's arms like a little bird and said softly, "Xing Er will be the master's woman from now on."

She snuggled in the arms of the young man she met for the first time like a young girl, thinking in her heart that once she passed the ancient teleportation array, she would immediately order everyone who had a lover to be killed.

After that, she can confidently say, "The master is the second man and the most important man in her life."

A few days later.
The winter snow dances lightly in the air, pure and crystal.

Song Yan raised his hand to take one, watching the snowflake slowly melt in his palm.

The coldness was transformed into a drop of warm water by the temperature of the palm.

The young man smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, then grabbed a yellow wine gourd from the void and drank the wine.

For some reason, ever since he came out of the bitter sea, he really fell in love with drinking.

He felt like a leaf floating on the water, a ball of catkins in the wind, a rootless wanderer.
The best companion for a prodigal son is wine.

Strong liquor!

What could be better than drinking a pot of flaming liquor in such a cold winter and falling asleep comfortably surrounded by a beautiful young lady?

It doesn’t matter who this young lady is.

The important thing is, as long as she is beautiful, has no demands on me, and preferably is not a good woman, that's enough.

He suddenly thought of An Li.

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he and Enli had been a Taoist partner.

If he could do it again, he would never touch Enri.

Anli is the girl who needs to stay with you for the rest of your life.

And there was no way he could do it.

In this way, he would have let her down.

He didn't want to let others down.

But unfortunately, it was still a loss.

That was the only person he truly let down in his life.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little strange. Why would an evil old monster who was always involved in conspiracy, shameless and unscrupulous, care about "a little female cultivator who had been betrayed a hundred years ago" and worry about "whether she had waited for a long time and whether she was very sad"?
Why did he keep such a trivial matter in mind?

He couldn't help but think of the young female cultivator who had reached the Xuan level. He wondered whether she had managed to make it through the Jiang Palace Realm and survive.

If I survive, I don’t know what it will be like.

Song Yan didn't think any more. He lay on his back and drank some wine comfortably. As for the young lady who would sleep with him, he didn't have one yet, but he would have one soon.

Because he had asked the outer gate manager of Mo Jianmen to go down the mountain to see if there was any young lady who wanted to be a "maid of the immortal gate."

If so, the young lady would be sent to his cave to become his cauldron, and he would also provide some simple cultivation methods as a reward.

If the other party has profound roots, he will take the initiative to recommend him to the sect; if not, he will also give him many elixirs and martial arts that mortals desire.

In this way, everyone will think that "Song Han" wants to stay for a long time.

Those Purple Mansion servants and ghost cubs naturally would not think that "the old monster who wanted to leave in a hurry not only did not clear the cave, but also arranged staff in the cave, showing that he was leisurely and planned to stay for a long time".
If someone is about to leave, he must first make people feel that he is going to stay for a long time.

This method is common sense to him.

gurgling gurgling
The strong liquor soaked in moongrass went down the throat and into the internal organs.

The faint flame burned quietly, burning people dizzy.

Song Yan burped comfortably, but his consciousness was still locked on the "Mo Yun Palace" several miles away from here.

Although his soul is powerful, if he does not stare at a certain place at a certain moment, no matter how powerful he is, he will not be able to know what is happening there.

If Xing Xianmu hadn't told him that "Today is the beginning of the Hai period, and the three ancient clans are joining forces to test the elders of the Mo Jian Sect in the Mo Yun Palace", he would not have known that the test would be held at the beginning of the Hai period, and in the relatively remote Mo Yun Palace.

The distant test will soon begin
Song Yan's powerful spiritual sense covered the area, and everything inside was clearly visible.

He could see everyone inside, but no one could detect him.

Song Yan was very interested in exploring the changes that had occurred to him, but it was definitely not the case now, as the current Mo Jian Sect could not possibly have such information.

There were sixteen elders from the Mo Jian Sect, and at this moment, they were taking out the "Divine Jade Slips" one by one for testing.

They use their spiritual power to fight against the pressure in the jade slip, and once a balance is reached, the jade slip will show the result.

During the past few days, in addition to Tang Yi from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, envoys from two other ancient clans also arrived at the same time. They were now watching together to see if there were any test takers with good "spiritual talent".

In the palace, voices of judgment were heard from time to time.

"generally."

"next."

“This is okay, but not enough.”

"next."

The envoys of the ancient tribe carefully observed the spiritual talents displayed by the "God's Jade Slip", but they did not know that the one above their heads was looking at something else.

Song Yan was trying to identify the aura. The aura of a ghost!

The tiger is the cause and effect, entangled in the soul, if it takes over the body, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to distinguish. Because the black tiger pattern has been integrated into the soul, how can anyone open the soul to see it?

But Song Yan is different.

He might be one of the only two people in the world who can control the "tiger blood of the king of wicked demons" and is extremely sensitive to the breath of wicked demons.

Under normal circumstances, if the evil spirit had not used its spiritual power, he might not be able to detect it. But once he held the "God's Jade Slip" in his hand and had to fight with his spiritual power, the faint aura of the evil spirit could no longer be hidden.

As for "pretending to be sick" or "being absent", these do not exist.

The ancient tribe is the supreme envoy.

Which elder of the small Mojian Sect dares to be absent?

"Turning the tables" was Song Yan's plan.

Without Fairy Mother Xing, his plan could not be implemented because he would have no chance to find out which monks were the accomplices.

But now, the opportunity has come.

As for why?

The reason is also very simple.

That is, he wanted to save the winners of this "Hidden Dragon Meeting", let those winners successfully pass through the ancient teleportation array into the ancient country, and then scatter everywhere, so as to become his "shield".

The evil monk couldn't figure out who he was, but he saw many monks going to the north through the Qianlong Society.

The evil monk will definitely get a list of these monks and then hunt them down and kill them one by one.

If these people died here before going to the north, wouldn't that save the demon monk a lot of work?

Therefore, he must kill all of these minions at the Crimson Palace level to prevent them from making a move in secret and killing those outstanding young monks with good talents in advance.

'one.'

"Oh, this one too?"

Song Yan murmured as he drank.

The breath is easily distinguished.

Among the sixteen Mo Jian Sect's Crimson Palace monks, three were actually lackeys, two of them were in the early Crimson Palace stage, and one was in the middle Crimson Palace stage.

He recognized the person, but did not rush to take action. Instead, he quietly looked for an opportunity, planted his soul to track the aura, and then returned to the cave.

The next morning.
The steward outside the Mojian Sect brought a young lady and respectfully came to the stone gate and knocked on the door.

When the stone door rumbled open and Song Yan yawned out, the outer door manager hurriedly asked, "Brother Song, can you take a look at this waitress? Is she ok?"

After that, the steward hurriedly handed over another note, which recorded the young lady's family background, origin, and even what her parents did and what property her family had.

Song Yan didn't even look at it. He raised his hand to push the post back and glanced at the young lady again.

She has a sweet face and wears a snow-white jacket with a fluffy fox tail wrapped around the collar, which highlights her snow-white and tender face.

The little face was quietly raised at this moment, and the moment it met his gaze, it quickly retracted as if it had been electrocuted. However, after seeing that the monk was a young man, the young lady secretly felt lucky.
"The maid of the Immortal Gate" has no status in the Immortal Gate, but can bring great benefits to the family in the mortal world.

However, the immortals who recruit female servants are not necessarily all young people. There are also many middle-aged people and even old men.

If it really was an old man, there would be nothing they could do, but how could he compare to a young man?

"My humble self, Zuo Yuzhu, greets the Immortal Master."

The young lady bowed gracefully.

Song Yan looked at the young lady and said, "Follow me from now on. If I can go to the north through the Qianlong Society, you will come with me."

The young lady named Zuo Yuzhu didn't know what the "Hidden Dragon Meeting" was, but it seemed like a great opportunity, so she said happily: "I am willing to follow the immortal."

Song Yan grabbed a handful of small black jade beans and threw them to the outer gate manager, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

The outer sect manager laughed and said, "Song will definitely pass. Everyone knows that you are a genius."

Zuo Yuzhu pricked up her ears to listen, and became even more delighted when she heard the word "genius".

The next moment, the joy turned into a cry of surprise, because the monk had already picked her up and was hurriedly going deep into the cave.

The stone door closed with a loud bang.

The young lady was thrown onto the bed.

The coat peeled off, revealing a curvaceous body.

When she saw the immortal rushing towards her, she tried her best to cooperate and started babbling.
In the following half a month, all the monks around Mo Jian Sect knew that "Song Han" had hired another female servant. Song Yan followed the ancient clan's flying chariot in the name of "going out for training" and went to the other four sects to find out who the ghosts were in the same way.

Then he calculated the time and returned to the sect.

The Qianlong Club is open.

On the stage, you finish singing and I take the stage.

The practitioners of Lianxuan came on stage one by one to compete.

Various mysterious weapons, shining brightly!
Song Yan was watching the battle when he suddenly felt someone was looking at him. He turned around and saw a young monk in a brocade robe.

The monk was of similar size to him. He smiled at him coldly, then raised his head and looked at him with an extremely contemptuous expression.

Song Yan retrieved his memories, wanting to see what grudges he had with this monk.

Seeing this, he was speechless.

This cultivator was called Dongfang Sheng, a typical "second-generation genius", so he was not interested in "poor-born geniuses" like him. With different statuses and both being geniuses, they would naturally have some small grudges.

Song Yan was thinking, and his name was called on the stage on the other side.

Another name is Dongfang Sheng.

Two people came on stage.

Dongfang Sheng sneered and said, "Ants should have the consciousness of ants. If you stay in the hole, I won't care about you. But if you stand in front of me, you will be humiliated."

Song Yan sneered: "Not necessarily."

After saying that, the two men each took out their flying swords and started fighting quickly.

After a long battle, a mistake, coupled with a bell-shaped treasure that Dongfang Sheng suddenly took out, caused his flying sword to fall to the ground.

Dongfang Sheng took advantage of his illness to kill him. After his flying sword landed on the ground, he grabbed the bell-shaped treasure and used his luck.

Boom~~~
A dull sound wave came quickly and hit Song Yan.

The air mask shattered, and the young man was knocked backwards by the sound wave. He fell in the crowd, spitting blood, and was unable to get up for a while.

Dongfang Sheng smiled faintly at him, then bowed to the ancient people who were watching from above.

高处
Tang Yi was sitting high up. Seeing the victorious Dongfang Sheng, he nodded slightly and commented, "Not bad."

Mother Xingxian looked speechlessly at her master who had fallen into the mud and was lying there unable to get up.

Today she was still thinking about coming to see her master killing people everywhere. Then, as soon as she got the master's order, she would immediately hint to her son that "she has taken a fancy to this young man", and then naturally take him by her side and bring him back together. Then, when her son was in seclusion, she would do her best to help her master recover. In this way, her mother-son relationship could be more stable.

But in the end, she saw this scene.
She really couldn't understand the deep meaning behind it.
But she knew that her master would not do anything in vain.

Elsewhere, the Purple Mansion servant of the demon monk in the crowd quietly deleted the name of "Song Han" from the list of "Winners of the Hidden Dragon Society".

No matter how much hope this man had of winning before, now that he has lost, he can no longer be that old monster.

"I lost and I want to be alone and quiet"

Song Yan said goodbye to the little maid in the cave.

Zuo Yuzhu comforted him, "Master, victory and defeat are common."

Before she could finish her words, she was roughly pushed away.

Song Yan roared with a ferocious look on his face: "Common things? What common things?!"

He rushed out of the cave, shouting, "You don't understand, you don't understand anything!"

The sound spread and could be heard by the monks in the surrounding caves.

After saying that, Song Yan flew away angrily on his sword.

After leaving Mo Jian Sect, he began to quickly search for the ghosts based on the aura he had planted before.

A few days later.
An elder of a sect was flying through the air on a sword.

A gray light shot out from the ground.

The elder fell to the ground as if he was struck by lightning and died!

An elder of a sect was meditating with his eyes closed in a mysterious place.

Gray light appears!
Elder, die!
An elder of a sect is refining an elixir.

Gray light comes out!
dead!
The two elders were on a cliff somewhere, seemingly plotting something.

Gray light comes out!
dead!
The other person suddenly turned his head and at the same time opened a defensive Xuanbao.

Gray light appears again!

Completely ignore Xuanbao's defense.

dead!
Die die die die!
Die die die die!
Song Yan walked and killed along the way.

Killing these elders of the Crimson Palace was as easy as crushing ants.

Those elders of the Crimson Palace didn’t even see anyone, nor did they feel the enemy attack, they just died instantly.

His current state is very strange.

Obviously, his body was extremely weak, he was only at the seventh level of the Xuan realm, and any cultivator from the Jiang Palace could crush him to death, but his spirit was incredibly powerful.

I haven't tried it above Zifu.
But below the Purple Mansion, he was completely invincible, and almost no one could withstand one of his moves.

No matter what kind of crimson blood it is, it cannot resist the gray light shooting out from between his eyebrows.

This is a thorough dimensionality reduction attack.

more than a month later
A total of fifteen elders of the five sects were killed by him.

Now, he returned to the Mo Jian Sect, but he did not go to the cave, but came to a wilderness.

In the wilderness, in the thin mist filled with mysterious energy, Dongfang Sheng was practicing.

Dongfang Sheng's face was calm, but he was delighted in his heart.

Because he was chosen!
He became the winner of the "Hidden Dragon Society" and will return to the north with the ancient tribe.

He dismissed the furnace and cauldron, packed up his luggage, and waited for the ancient tribe to set off.

Now, I am reliving the past in the place where I used to practice sword skills. After all, I can never come back.

Dongfang Sheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he thought of his practice over the years. He also thought of Song Han, who he defeated in the Qianlong Club competition, and couldn't help but feel secretly proud.

His mood finally calmed down.

As for Song Han, he also inquired about him. It seemed that he could not bear the humiliation and left the cave angrily, and no one knew where he went.

Now this place is the frontier with the Mountain and Sea Monsters. It is normal for him to die outside in that state.

Dongfang Sheng shook his head, recalling his past opponents with the pity of a winner, then smiled faintly, stood up and said, "It's all in the past."

He felt his mood rising rapidly.

He has already trampled on his former rival and reached a higher place.

"Thank you."

He spoke softly to the sky again, then raised his hand and pinched his fingers, and the sword flew out.

He was about to transform into a rainbow and return to the cave when he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows.

In an instant, a split second, he lost consciousness.

If he was still conscious, he would definitely hear the footsteps coming from not far away.

Someone was walking in the fog.

The man walked up to him, bent down to pick up his storage bag, quickly dealt with his body, and then left.

More than half a month later.
The ancient tribe sent an empty boat.

The empty boat picked up people at each station.

Dongfang Sheng also boarded an empty boat and went to the cabin on the boat to rest.

The three flying chariots of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan were moving in front, and the air boat followed behind.

In this way, one after another, they soon arrived at the ancient teleportation array.

The lush forest that was once desolate and uninhabited has long been reclaimed, and the surrounding area seems like a steep and majestic pass, with Purple Mansion monks guarding it.

At the ancient teleportation array, Mother Xingxian squinted her eyes and looked around with a strange expression, her pretty face showing expectation and anxiety, while her son's voice came to her ears.

"Mother, I will be going to practice with the elders of the clan this time. I am afraid it will take several decades. If you like any young cultivator, feel free to ask him to come over."

Xing Xianmu said gently: "Yi'er, just concentrate on your practice, don't worry about me."

Tang Yi nodded, stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and when he saw the empty boat coming out of the clouds in the distance, he said lightly, "Here it comes."

At the same time, Mother Xingxian felt the strong bond from her blood slaves being reborn. She moved her eyes around, watching the empty boat approach and fall, and then watching the monks falling from the empty boat one by one. When she saw a monk with a completely unfamiliar face emitting the aura of a master, she was completely stunned.

She looked more carefully, but could not see any fakeness in the owner's face, as if it was the owner's own face.

After all, she is the Fairy Mother, knowledgeable and experienced, and knows a lot about the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

So, at this moment, a word popped into her mind.

An expression of surprise and disbelief slowly blossomed in her beautiful eyes.

"Is that a faceless mask?!"

'Only the faceless mask can change the face so easily, everything is as one wishes. But how is this possible?'

Xingxianmu's heart began to pound wildly.

She just felt that the world was so crazy.

(End of this chapter)