Chapter 82
It is raining on the mountain of survival.
"Senior Brother Lu, it's really you."
Zhao Feng looked at the black-clothed monk whose face was completely unclear in front of him, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
There was silence.
The black-clothed monk suddenly raised his head slightly, lowered his head again, looked at him, laughed, and said in a relaxed tone: "
Ha! I knew I couldn't hide it from your transparent sword heart. Fortunately, I left something in the sect specially. I misled you."
"But... I haven't seen you in the past few days. You have grown a lot, junior brother." "
The things you left behind are very useful. I did always think that someone in the sect harmed you, so I never dared to I went to help your family, but I was afraid of alerting others. I didn't expect..."
Zhao Feng suddenly said,
"But why don't you see me with my true face now?"
Silent again, the black-clothed monk took a deep breath, but did not answer.
Zhao Feng did not continue to ask questions, but started chatting like a real old friend:
"Speaking of which, Elder Qin also accepted me as his disciple, and I learned a lot from him." "
He? Ha! It seems that I I have saved you. This old immortal is finally dead." The
black-clothed monk spread his hands with a smile: "In that case, why don't you just follow me? Senior brother, I am now considered one of the elders in the sect. The first person below, come here, I am somewhat capable of taking care of you."
"Will you take care of me like before?"
Zhao Feng said coldly.
"Of course!"
"You will always be my junior brother!"
The monk in black didn't even think about it.
This time, Zhao Feng was silent, as if recalling the warmer past, his stern face became softer, but then he slowly shook his head: "It's a pity...
since you faked your death and left the sect, you even hid it from me. From that moment on, it was impossible."
The black-clothed monk did not speak. After a long time, he slowly exhaled and his tone became relaxed again:
"I knew you wouldn't agree to it. You couldn't bear to leave the sect... Ha! I really can’t understand. We are monks! We want immortality! With my qualifications, it is already the limit for me to be able to refine Qi to perfection in Dongsheng Sect. But in Tianmen Sect, I can build the foundation overnight, and the golden elixir is promising. He can even control the 'Blood Bone Holy Lord' for a short time!"
"That's Nascent Soul!"
"Junior brother, tell me, is the sect really that important?"
After hearing the words of the monk in black, Zhao Feng was the first to laughed for the first time.
"Senior brother, if a person only aims for immortality and has no bottom line... what's the difference between you and those puppets?" "
Besides, my ambition is never about immortality!"
He stopped talking and gently held the second hand in his hand. The level magic sword, slash out with one sword!
The sword light covers the sky!
"You and I have been brothers for so many years. Do you have to be like this?"
Even at this point, the black-clothed monk still couldn't help but say.
But he only got a more violent sword in exchange.
The black-clothed monk finally stopped holding back his hand. In an instant, countless mysterious bones surged out of his palm...
for a long time.
"Brother, can I ask you one last thing?"
"What?"
"Give them a way to survive."
"...Okay, I promise you, you can go in peace."
The broken second-level magic sword fell into the rain middle.
Reflecting the owner of the sword.
The monk in black looked down at his sleeves, where a neat section was missing.
"Your talent is still so enviable and enviable..."
"How dare I keep you."
He couldn't help but sigh.
Immediately, he passed the other party without any hesitation and walked to the iron cage magic weapon. He paused slightly and turned his head:
"When the magic power of this iron cage dissipates..."
"Kill them all above the low-grade spiritual roots and above the sixth level of Qi refining. Come on."
Then he strode away.
The monks from the Tianmen Sect behind them looked at each other and nodded slightly.
...
Wang Yan didn't know when he fell asleep.
Maybe it was because the cage was too dull, or maybe it was because he was too tired from the night.
Or maybe it's the special effect of this iron cage instrument.
Anyway, when he woke up, he found that the other monks in the iron cage were also asleep.
Thinking of what Zhao Feng said before, he felt excited in his heart.
"Where is Senior Brother Zhao?!"
He subconsciously touched the place where Senior Brother Zhao had photographed him before, and his heart moved.
There was no time to explore at the moment, so he quickly tried to push aside the darkness shrouded outside the iron cage.
To his surprise, the secret was actually revealed!
A ray of light penetrated through the gap.
The monks in the iron cage were also awakened by the bright light and got up in panic.
"We're not dead?"
"We're not dead!"
"Are they the sect leader coming back to save us?"
Whispers.
And soon, what made everyone nervous was that there was a sound that could not be clearly heard from outside the iron cage.
'Wow'!
The dark curtain was suddenly lifted, and dazzling sunlight shone in.
But here are all monks, and they quickly adapted to it, only to see outside the iron cage, they were all Tianmen Sect monks in red and black robes.
At this time, someone chanted the magic formula, and the iron cage above Wang Yan and the others quickly flew up and shrunk.
"Are you...are you going to let us go?"
Someone couldn't help but whisper.
"Come here all! Line up one by one! If you dare to act rashly, kill him immediately!"
A black-faced monk exuding strong mana fluctuations coldly snorted.
If this group of Dongsheng Sect disciples were still able to fight hard last night, now that the night has passed, their energy has long been gone, and they all immediately lined up obediently.
Each one was locked with the 'Forbidden Magic Coat', and they suddenly couldn't feel the presence of magic power.
Soon, the black-faced monk held the talismans and started testing them one by one.
"Hey, the first one is the double spiritual roots!"
A smile appeared on the black-faced monk's face.
The disciple suddenly showed a look of flattery and a hint of pride on his face: "Yes, yes, fellow Taoist, is your sect going to accept disciples? I am willing to join the Tianmen Sect. I, I still have some cultivation resources here, which I can give to my fellow Taoist." !”
The black-faced monk glanced at him with a smile and winked at the monk next to him.
The monk next to him immediately took the monk away with a smile.
Seeing this situation, the eyes of the remaining anxious monks suddenly showed a glimmer of hope.
The monks who feel that their qualifications are not low are even more confident.
The sect is gone, and the higher-ups have given up on them. Now, it's time to think about themselves.
Being able to join a big force like Tianmen Sect is not a bad thing.
Many people are gearing up and eager to give it a try.
Only Wang Yan's face didn't look good.
"What the hell! Why does a demonic sect like the Tianmen Sect also look at qualifications!"
Soon, the monks were taken away one by one, and some disciples with low qualifications and low cultivation were left behind.
Immediately attracted the sympathy of many other Dongsheng Sect disciples.
And when the talisman in front of Wang Yan also lit up, the people around him were filled with pity.
"Four Spiritual Roots... With such poor qualifications, I guess Tianmen Sect will not look down on him at all!" "
Oh, I can only say that he is destined to be like this!"
At this moment, a voice full of surprise suddenly sounded:
"Haha ! Brother Wang, you are indeed still alive!"
(End of this chapter)