My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"Okay!" Zheng Si'er immediately agreed. She looked at Grandma Mo with great admiration, and praised:

"As expected of an expert of the upper three realms, even the second greatest master in the world has no strength to fight back."

"That's awesome, please support the saint, I'm going to start casting spells."

Grandma Mo handed Mu Qinghe, whose feet were weak from vomiting, to Zheng Si'er's hands, and then began to close her eyes, put her hands together, pinched out the lotus seal, and muttered words.

"Hey, are you alright?"

While Grandma Mo was casting spells, Zheng Si'er followed her example and patted Mu Qinghe's back lightly.

"If it doesn't work, just let me kill that Heiwuchang. You stay here. Anyway, with the help of Grandma Mo, it won't take much effort."

Mu Qinghe broke away from Zheng Si'er's hand, stood up straight while holding on to the tree trunk on the other side, and shook her head slightly.

"This is the task given to me by the leader, and it is also a test for me. I have to personally use this immeasurable lotus robbery sword to cut off the head of the traitor, so that I can have the face to go back to see my foster mother."

She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, her eyes were firm and her expression was unshakable.

Zheng Si'er frowned slightly, but she couldn't say anything, she just squatted quietly behind the bushes, her eyes fixed on the wooden house, not letting go of any changes.

The spell in Grandma Mo's hand changed rapidly. Although it took a little time to prepare, the spell casting ended soon.

"Embrace the world, love all living beings, go through fire and water, and jump through sharp knives."

She opened her eyes suddenly, pointed her sword straight at the wooden house, and shouted:

"Pro!"

A huge pure white lotus bloomed out of thin air above the wooden house, and the flawless petals stretched out in an instant. Three of the golden stamens swayed, surrounded by layers of Dao Realm, and spread to the Seven Star Realm.

"go!"

Zheng Si'er and Mu Qinghe knew that it was at this moment to make a move. One of them held a sword and the other held a horizontal knife. They rushed out of the woods at the moment when the huge fluorescent white lotus bloomed, and ran towards the wooden house by the pond at an extremely fast speed.

　boom!

　Zheng Si'er arrived first, broke the door with one kick, and rushed into the room first.

Mu Qinghe arrived later, and as soon as she entered, she saw a person lying on the bed with his back to them, and the roots of the white lotus on the roof were now rooted in that person, restricting him. Actions.

"Death!"

She stepped forward quickly, facing the figure on the bed, she raised the sword in her hand high, and when she was about to chop it off, Zheng Si'er beside her suddenly grabbed her wrist and prevented her from chopping it off.

"What are you doing!"

Mu Qinghe turned her head and glared at Zheng Si'er angrily, wondering if she wanted to betray her at this moment?

Zheng Si'er didn't answer.

She rushed to the bed with a stride, and used the long knife to directly pick the quilt away.

The person under the quilt was not Hei Wuchang who was sleeping soundly, but a strange woman neither of them had ever seen before!

Her eyes were wide open with fear, and there were tears in her eyes. There was a rag stuffed in her mouth, and her hands and feet were tightly tied with hemp rope, and she kept twisting on the bed.

"Woooo! Woohoo!"

"Who is this person?" Mu Qinghe was dumbfounded.

"Linger!" Zheng Sier replied.

"You know her?"

"No! I don't know!"

Zheng Si'er quickly looked around the corners of the room, with the long knife in her hand across her chest, her whole body tensed to the extreme, like a bed crossbow already full of tension.

"The group of people who were looking for people before, they called Ling'er." Her tone was quick, and she said quickly: "I was wondering before, why is Hei Wuchang the only one in the room? There should be two of them."

"We've been beaten!"

Mu Qinghe said in shock.

"Congratulations, I finally found out."

Zheng Si'er sarcastically said that she didn't find anything wrong in the house, so she simply swung the long knife in her hand.

The wooden house exploded directly under the dazzling knife light, and large pieces of wood and small sawdust flew all over the sky, but Hei Wuchang was nowhere to be seen.

"Grandma Mo! The people in the house are not Heiwuchang! We have been tricked!"

Mu Qinghe yelled loudly at Grandma Mo who was still hiding behind the bushes. Grandma Mo knew something was wrong, and the seal in her hand changed instantly.

The white lotus that originally only grew on the roof swelled in the wind, threatening to wrap up the entire place.

The phantom of the white lotus quickly enveloped the two standing in the middle of the wooden house, and they were instantly affected by the compassionate world, and the killing intent towards Hei Wuchang disappeared instantly in their hearts.

Mu Qinghe knew what Grandma Mo was going to do.

No matter where Hei Wuchang lurks, as long as it is covered by the compassionate white lotus, the three of them will be safe.

Just when the petals of the lotus were about to spread to the blood pool, a sudden change occurred.

A bloodied figure jumped out of the blood, holding a black humanoid statue high in his hand.

"Hahahaha! Playing by the Hunyuan River, on both sides of the Vajra Column. Thousands of miles of souls are here, rushing into the orifices!"

He threw the black statue in his hand to the ground.

"Immortal, you live for me!"

That huge white lotus, like a punctured dream bubble, collapsed at the sound.

Chapter 47 The Immortal

It was a haggard figure.

The whole place was pitch black, and from the appearance, it should be an elderly monk sitting cross-legged with his heart turned upside down, wearing a robe shaped like a monk.

As soon as the statue fell to the ground, it should have been a dead object without any vitality, but with Heiwuchang's rampant laughter and miraculous spells, it seemed to be a little different.

The statue's eyes slowly opened, the inside was dark and gray, and there was no life to be seen, but he really opened his eyes.

"Here, Juexian."

He didn't speak, but the mysterious sound curled up, making everyone present feel blessed, and heard an ancient saying like the ringing of an ancient bell.

This sound is as illusory as the way of heaven, it seems that it is far away but it is still near, and there is a big sound at the end, which is invisible like an elephant.

Grandma Mo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, staring fixedly at the dark statue with its eyes open.

Her expression was extremely shocked, her voice was hoarse and trembling, and she couldn't believe what she saw.

"Immortal...Immortal!?"

It has been hundreds of years in the world that there has never been a person who ascended to immortality.

Even Li Xiyi, who was widely regarded as the most talented and most likely to become an immortal 300 years ago, was still trapped in the Nine Palaces Realm for 300 years, no longer taking half a step forward.

Now the coercion of the thing that looks like a statue is obviously similar to the way of heaven, and the closest thing to the way of heaven is the immortal of the tenth palace!

Fortunately, this oppressive feeling was fleeting, and the black fairy only opened his eyes for a moment, then closed them again, and returned to his original appearance like a dead thing.

"Huh? The leader didn't come to see me personally? He just sent you, an old woman, and this yellow-haired girl?"

The speaker is Hei Wuchang, whom the three of them have been searching for for a long time.

He reached out to wipe the blood on his face, revealing the harmless white face underneath.

Hei Wuchang was dressed as a scholar, with an ordinary scholar's hat on his head, he could not see any ferocity at all, no one would associate this scholar with the white lotus leader who murdered the city .

It's just that the dark clothes on his body have already eaten the blood in the blood pool, and the corners of his clothes are dripping with blood. The seven or eight female corpses and babies with miserable deaths behind him are all accusing this person An unspeakable inhuman crime.

"Hmph! You still need the leader's hand to deal with you? After seeing the old man, you can catch him without a fight!"

Grandma Mo restrained her shocked expression, snorted coldly at Heiwuchang, and slammed the leading crutch in her hand.

"Oh, what a pity."

Hei Wuchang shook his head helplessly, as if he didn't hear Grandma Mo's threat at all, and reached out to pat the shoulder of the statue next to him.

"I fed hundreds of women and my own flesh and blood, so I can only use it for a while. It's a pity that I can't use it on the leader."

He laughed quickly again, showing eight big bright teeth.

"But apart from you old woman and this yellow-haired girl, I guess the leader will not have time to come and find me, and I can relax for a while."

"Are those babies yours?!"

Zheng Si'er shouted with boundless anger from behind Hei Wuchang.

She saw the palm-sized babies attached to the laces of those women, who were cut out alive before they were fully formed, but she never thought that they were Heiwuchang's own flesh and blood.

Heiwuchang glanced sideways and said with a smile:

"Yellow-haired girl, oh no, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden, if you are asking about the piece of meat soaked in this pond, it is indeed my child."

Since Zheng Si'er and Mu Qinghe switched bodies, Hei Wuchang thought Zheng Si'er was the saint at this time.

"Tiger poison doesn't even eat its seeds, so you are worse than a beast!" Zheng Sirer gritted her teeth.

Hei Wuchang turned around and bowed to her, humbly said:

"His Royal Highness is absurd. This is the way of the world. Good people don't live long, and evil will last for thousands of years. Are you wishing me a long life? Hahahaha!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, just kill him."

Mu Qinghe said with a livid face.

As soon as she thought of the things in the pool, the disgusting feeling surged up again. This was the first time she had such thoughts about getting rid of a person.

"Hey! It turned out to be another Her Majesty the Holy Maiden! Interesting, hahaha! Really interesting!"

Hei Wuchang jumped up happily, clapped his hands and laughed again and again, not paying attention to the two of them at all.

"Everyone in the world does not love each other. The strong will cling to the weak, the masses will rob the poor, the rich will bully the poor, the noble will be humble, and the deceiver will deceive the fool. In the past few days, misfortunes have usurped resentments, and the reason why they arise is because they do not love each other. !”

Grandma Mo chanted loudly, she was casting a spell again, and wanted to show the world of mercy.

And Hei Wuchang stood where he was, without any intention of stopping him, and still had a happy expression on his face.

"It is to respond to both love and not to attack, and to love each other and benefit each other, Lin!"

She waved the crutch in her hand, and blurted out the last incantation.

But the white lotus that was supposed to appear did not bloom. The breeze blew through the leaves, and the whole place was eerily quiet.

"Oh! It hurts! It hurts! I... I can't move! This... Is this a seven-star monk?"

Hei Wuchang suddenly screamed strangely, fell to the ground and twitched, moaning in pain, but Grandma Mo's face became more and more gloomy.

"Ah!! I'm going to die! I'm so scared! Ah! Hahahahahaha!"

He yelled and suddenly started laughing.

Heiwuchang lay down on the ground, covering his stomach with one hand, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, laughing extremely loudly towards the sky.

"Old woman, don't you notice?"

He staggered up from the ground holding his belly, and looked at Grandma Mo with a playful expression.

"In this world, there is no trace of spiritual power, and no magical powers can be used, but you!"

Heiwuchang pointed condescendingly at Grandma Mo, his face was extremely distorted, the corners of his mouth reached to the ears, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty fierce light.

"Now she's just an ordinary old woman!"

"Impossible! How did you do it!"

Grandma Mo raised her hand in disbelief and looked at her palm, intending to cast the spell again, but there was no response. Even the magic amulets she had attached to her legs became dim at this moment.

"Oh? Can't understand? Shall I explain it to you?"

Hei Wuchang stood on the spot with his arms crossed.

He was not in a hurry to take action, just like a cat playing with a mouse in its palm, not killing and eating the mouse until it was exhausted.

For Heiwuchang, death should not be a fleeting event, but a delicacy that should be savored carefully.

The prey's struggle and pain, crying and begging for mercy before death are the most beautiful taste in the world.