In the jungle a hundred meters away from the southeast corner, Kong Ji'en was shrouded in a faint blue mist. Looking at the scene in the valley in the distance, he was shocked. His purpose was to keep up with Muhou Mansion.

But he never expected to see this scene.

Who is that big head that rolled down from the ground not Mushinton?

Despite seeing it with his own eyes, Kong Ji'en was still shocked. Mushentong was the Grand Master of Yang Shen. He ranks among the many generals in the army and even has the strength of the earth list. He died like this?

An old voice in Kong Ji'en sighed, "Is this kid from the Wusheng Sect so poisonous?"

"First, I captured Mu Yuancheng, led Mushentong to this valley, silently arranged the poison and killed people."

"This kid may not be as strong as Mushentong, but this vicious mind is hard to provoke."

"No, even if you borrow poison, this kid can break through the pure yang golden body. This kid has the strength of the Yang God."

Kong Ji'en frowned slightly and said to himself: "Teacher, how do you know that this man in the black robe is from the Wusheng Sect?"

The old voice laughed: "Do you still remember the Taoist man of Tongtian?"

Kong Jien nodded, "Of course I remember it. It was from then on that time that I met the teacher and decided to give up martial arts and turn to literary arts."

The old voice spoke, "If I told you that this man in black robe is the Taoist of Tongtian, do you believe it?"

Kong Ji'en was shocked: "How is it possible? How long has it been? Teacher, you are not mistaken, are you?"

"Last time, although the Taoist Tongtian surpassed me, he was only in the realm of the innate spiritual orifice. Now this man in black robe is the Master of Yin Shen. How could it be possible after only a few years?"

The old voice sighed slightly: "There are people outside of the world and there is heaven outside of the world. You are absolutely not wrong to be a teacher. Appearance, temperament, and strength can all be changed, but the essence of this spirit cannot be changed."

"Now I have only a spiritual imprint left for my master, and I can clearly explore the essence of the spirit. This man in black robe is exactly the same as the Taoist Tongtian,"

When Kong Jien heard this, his thoughts in his heart couldn't help but get confused, and the blue literary spirit around him swayed slightly.

The old voice quickly comforted: "Don't worry, everyone has their own personal fate. Haven't you turned to practicing the Taoist Tao for five years? Is it time to reach the master?"

The old voice immediately shouted: "Calm your heart! The first step in the cultivation of your self-cultivation of your mind in the literary way is your literary heart!"

This statement is like a subtle statement of great significance, dignified and shocking the mind.

When Kong Ji'en heard this, his eyes were clear, and his heart continued to calm down, and his face returned to his previous calmness.

"What the teacher said is very true. If you are confused, you will never have a chance."

"Cultivating oneself is the foundation of literary and spiritual power!"

...

Wang Meng in the valley exuded a cold energy into Mu Yuancheng's body.

This is a cold thorn specially created by Wang Meng before for interrogation and torture.

Wang Meng is proficient in human body structure, so he naturally knows how to make people feel pain the most.

Once this cold evil sting occurs, it is extremely itchy and will gradually increase, then gradually decrease and then increase again. This cycle repeats and never ends.

Moreover, the itch gradually deepens, and even the internal organs seem to be itchy. No matter how high the skill is, they cannot bear the torment. They are really unable to survive or die.

Mu Yuancheng, who was in a coma, woke up immediately.

How could this rich and noble marquis bear such great pain?

“Ah…ah~”

In the valley, there was a sudden scream of ghosts and wolves howling, and Mu Yuancheng rolled all over the ground.

"Where did I offend you?"

"As long as you are willing to let go... I can give you gold, silver, treasures, and peerless martial arts."

"My father is the Grand Master of Yangshen...Mr. Muhou of the court, you can satisfy your priests whatever you want."

Looking at the black-robed monster in front of him, Mu Yuancheng's eyes instantly showed hatred and evil, but in the next moment, he was covered up.

If it weren't for Wang Meng's clear mind, he would have really not noticed this moment.

When Mu Yuancheng mentioned Mu Shentong, Wang Meng immediately raised a huge head from the side.

When Mu Yuancheng saw this head, his eyes suddenly changed drastically, "This is impossible! You are lying to me!"

"My father is the Grand Master of Yangshen..."

Wang Meng just looked at him coldly, and then dragged Mushentong's body to his side.

In an instant, Mu Yuancheng suffered a huge physical pain, and his mind and mind were unable to accept such a result.

Suddenly, his face looked fierce and crazy...

Wang Meng shook his head slightly, trying to kill the little marquis with one palm.

Suddenly, he felt a breath floating not far away, and Wang Meng's eyes suddenly changed. His mind gradually spread out to the surroundings. He felt something slightly, but Wang Meng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a surge of murderous intent emerged.

"Little Marquis, I'll give you a step!"

As he said that, Wang Meng raised his left hand and wanted to fall down with a palm.

In an instant, Wang Meng held the hilt of the knife in his right hand tightly, and a cold light was unsheathed, and a crisp sound came out.

Wang Meng paused, and the invisible sword energy spread out in the sky, instantly cutting through the void, covering the sky and the sun, with immeasurable power, heading straight to the southeast.

Kong Jien, who was secretly in the southeast, felt the sharpness of the sword, and his face changed immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Kong Jien shouted loudly: "Rareless!"

Strike and verbal!

In an instant, a blue light flew out of his mouth, condensed into an ancient green sword in front of him, with green light shining on it.

This Qinghui Ancient Sword exudes this righteous spirit, dignified, exudes a powerful oppressive force, and has some inexplicable murderous intent, which makes people feel disappointed!

With a "swoosh", the Qinghui Ancient Sword cut through the sky and immediately tore Wang Meng's sword energy apart.

Feeling this power, Wang Meng frowned, instead of retreating, and then pointed out, and suddenly the finger shadows of the sky fell down, but they could only resist the Qinghui Ancient Sword, but they could not completely defeat it.

Wang Meng's heart moved, and he looked at the ancient sword with some inexplicable explanation, as if it was physical.

"Who are you?" Wang Meng looked at the hidden figure in the dark coldly and spoke.

The next moment, a scholar showed his figure and clasped his fists at Wang Meng: "I am Kong Ji'en, I have met you."

Looking at this face, Wang Meng suddenly recalled his experience at Datong Academy a few years ago.

That was the first hero Wang Meng encountered back then, so he was naturally impressed.

Wang Meng said in his heart: "Scholar's sword Kong Ji'en? But the power of Qinghui does not seem to be true energy."
Chapter completed!