Mu Shao, your wife is not simple

Chapter 49 You are dreaming

Master Cheng frowned after hearing what the mad Taoist said, and said, "Master, not to mention being able to get out of this soul-refining tomb, that is one in a million, even if the senior is able to come out, the soul has gone through a hundred generations of purgatory to fight, She will also be tortured to the point of insanity, so what's the point of accepting her as your disciple then?"

When the mad Taoist heard it, Jie Jie laughed strangely, and said excitedly while patting his thigh: "Isn't it interesting that the mad Taoist accepts a little lunatic as his apprentice? Wonderful!"

When Master Cheng heard it, his complexion was difficult to distinguish.

"You, dream, dream!" The heavy voice was squeezed out between the teeth with difficulty, making the crazy man turn his head in surprise, and looked at Mu Yehan whose muscles were throbbing because of the extreme muscle force.

"Interesting!" The mad Taoist stood up and looked at Mu Yehan as if looking at something rare, "A mere foreign martial artist can break through my restriction. It's not easy, it's not easy..."

Master Cheng watched Mu Yehan staring at the mad Taoist, and sighed softly in his heart. He had to admire Mu Yehan's courage. He knew that he was far from the mad Taoist in strength, but he was not afraid of the mad Taoist.

"What? Want to kill me?" The madman laughed loudly, "Boy, have ambition!"

The mad Taoist suddenly removed the restriction, Mu Yehan lightened, and the next second he jumped up and punched the mad Taoist in the face.

The mad Taoist grinned with shriveled lips, hehe let out a strange laugh, raised his head, and slapped him.

With a bang, Mu Yehan was hit hard on the ground.

Even Master Cheng couldn't help but feel heart palpitations when he heard the loud noise, this time... it was really cruel.

To Master Cheng's surprise, Mu Yehan's slender fingers firmly pressed down on the ground, and then exerted strength with both arms, forcefully enduring the crazily screaming pain in his body, and propped up his upper body.

Although cold sweat rolled down his forehead, he still stubbornly stood up despite the pain.

The mad Taoist was suspicious: "Interesting, your willpower is quite strong, I don't know if you can come out after entering the Soul Refining Tomb."

Elder Sun and Mu Zixiang on the side changed their expressions greatly after hearing this, and their eyes widened in horror. They fought hard, but unfortunately, after Mu Yehan broke through the restriction, the madman suppressed them both more and more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.

"Uncle!" Master Cheng stood up abruptly, "Don't go too far, or the master won't sit idly by!"

"Teacher? They..." Before the mad Taoist could finish speaking, a sudden crisp sound cut off his words like a sharp sword in the air.

Click!

Master Cheng and the others were still wondering, and turned to look for the sound.

In fact, this kind of movement could not attract their attention, but this crisp sound seemed to appear directly in their minds, so they had to pay attention to it.

Compared to other people's doubts, the mad Taoist fell into a state of madness after a short period of sluggishness: "My magic weapon!"

With his yelling, the puzzled people finally found the source of the crisp sound—the Soul Refining Tomb!

There was a tiny crack on the surface of that bloody dark red bead, very small, but that was just the beginning, and then, with a crackling sound, the whole master was suddenly shattered like the porcelain that had just been fired. As if it had been poured with ice water, countless cracks burst out, as fine as a spider's web, all over the bead's body.

(End of this chapter)