The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 147 The Furious Misty Palace Master
At the same time, in a cloud-shrouded mountain range thousands of miles away from the Black Wu Sect, there is a huge sect, which is the famous Yunwu Palace in the world of cultivating immortals.

In the Yunwu Palace, in a secret room in the Palace Master's courtyard, two people were chatting happily.

One of them was dressed in a pitch-black robe, even his face was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of eyes shone with a faint red luster.

The other person is Daogu Xianfeng, with extraordinary temperament, he is an old man with white hair and childlike face.

"Brother Hei Ming, let's just settle this matter. When the time comes, I will fully cooperate!" the white-haired old man said with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, Brother Yunwuzi, with your words, I, Hei Ming, can rest assured that this adventure is worth it!" The black-robed man nodded, and the two raised the teacups on the table and touched each other lightly. Immediately drank it down.

"Brother Hei Ming is here this time, so don't be too polite, stay with me for a while longer, and let me be a landlord!" Yun Wuzi put down his teacup and warmly invited.

"Don't bother me, brother knows, it's not convenient for me..." Hei Ming waved his hand and was about to continue talking.

Suddenly, Yun Wuzi's expression changed suddenly, he stood up, his eyebrows were tightly locked together, his eyes were full of shock and bewilderment!
"What's the matter, Brother Yunwuzi?" Hei Ming quickly stood up and asked.

"Damn! Damn! Who the hell? Who has such courage!" Yun Wuzi opened his eyes angrily, a faint white aura rose from his heavenly spirit, and the entire secret room began to violently explode because of his anger. trembling.

"Brother, tell me what happened. Just being angry won't help. Tell me to see if brother can help you?" Hei Ming asked worriedly.

"My youngest son is dead, he was killed just now!" Yun Wuzi said gloomyly.

"What? Nephew? Could it be the Zhelang whom I held in my arms a hundred years ago?" Hei Ming was also extremely shocked, and hurriedly asked.

"It's this one!" Yun Wuzi was very sad, and he put his palms on the table, and the tea table made of spar suddenly turned into powder without a sound.

"How dare someone touch your son? Could it be that you made a mistake, brother?" Hei Ming's voice also dropped.

(End of this chapter)