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"Speak, what method?" The Mu clan's old ancestor calmed his fluctuating heart as he said coldly. The aura of a Lei Nirvana Stage expert spread out.

"I... I've been flipping through ancient books... Get... He knew that the Water Spirit Body not only cultivated a holy body of the water attribute, but it could also increase the activity of the meridians through dual cultivation of the meridians. It could also … It can increase the power of a male cultivator by absorbing their opponent's spirit energy. " Under the powerful aura, he gasped for breath as he spoke.

'Tch! 'After Mu Sen finished speaking, the Mu family's old ancestor remembered that it was a matter that defied ethics and ethics. A terrifying aura pressed down on Mu Sen and forced him to the ground.

Mu Sen, who was pressed down on the ground, could feel the pressure that could crush him, and endured the pain he felt. He opened his mouth with great difficulty, "Old … Ancestor, I... I know you're thinking... What was she thinking about, it was just that Mu Sword Spirit was a woman … As a woman's cultivation base grew higher and higher, so did her worldview. She … She wouldn't give up just like that … Willing to Stay Home... Within the clan, when she reaches a certain age, she will definitely leave with someone else, to … At that time, wouldn't training them painstakingly only benefit others? "

"Ugh …" The words of the Mu family's old ancestor started to shake his heart, and the pressure on him gradually subsided.

He let out a breath and began to follow up on his words. "Ancestor, you are the pillar of the family. Everything in the family still needs your support. Ancestor, you still have hope of making another breakthrough. As long as you …" Speaking of which, it was already very clear that there was no need for any form of description.

Mu Sen slowly got up and knelt there. He had been in a dangerous situation, and in order to safely become the Patriarch of the Mu Clan, he had put in a lot of effort. His back clothes had also been drenched in cold sweat.

The Mu clan's old ancestor glanced at Mu Sen before slowly speaking, "I'll leave this matter for you to handle. First, I'll raise his cultivation before making any plans. Remember, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes!" Murin replied softly. He got up and walked out of the secret room. There was even a sinister smile on his face.

Half a year later, the night looked clear in the bright moonlight, and the trail between the trees reflected the mottled shadows of the trees.

"Hurry up and leave." A loud shout was accompanied by a powerful elemental fluctuation, causing the ground to tremble. The person who had shouted was Mu Jianming and behind him was Mu Jian Ling and Ge Yuyu.

"You still want to leave? Fourth brother, it's her fortune that the Patriarch has taken a fancy to the Sword Spirit. You should stop resisting and go back to enjoy the good fortune!" The person who came was Mu Sen. He spoke with a hint of ridicule, and then he released a violent burst of spiritual energy.

There was no wall in this world that could not be penetrated. Half a year ago, Mu Jianming had already sensed that something was amiss with Mu Sen, as he had recently discovered a conspiracy within it. But the guards were very tight, and tonight, when the family planned to flee, they were discovered.

"Hurry! There's a teleportation portal up ahead! Take Ling'er with you!" Mu Jianming turned around and shouted at the mother and daughter pair with a serious expression.

Ge Yuyu said tearfully to Mu Jianming, "Take care, my husband!" After that, she grabbed onto Mu Sword Spirit's hand and ran backwards. At this moment, Mu Sword Spirit was also quite frightened as her tears had already wet her clothes. She would look back from time to time.

Just as they were about to arrive at the teleportation spot, a loud shout rang out from a distance away. The voice contained a hint of anger. "Hmph, you can't even do something as simple as that." A spatial fluctuation of aqua blue spiritual energy shot out from afar, directly aiming at that space array platform.

He hurriedly used his own strength to send Mu Sword Spirit into the teleportation formation as he said with a sound transmission, "Ling'er, you will be alone in the future. Father and mother will not be by your side, you must take care of yourself."

When he used his body to block the berserk spirit energy, before Mu Sword Spirit could react, she was already sent inside with a flash of light.

"Pu!" Ge Yuyu was sent flying. Along the way, he spat out a long stream of blood, but fell unconscious.

"Mother …" The last thing Mu Sword Spirit saw when she regained her consciousness was her mother lying on the ground, crying hysterically. It was already too late to touch her, so she disappeared from the center of the formation.

Only her mournful wail could be heard echoing in the forest for a long time. Soon after, a "bang" sound rang out and the teleportation formation broke into pieces from the middle.

A skinny figure landed on the stage, his eyes focused on the teleportation platform, his face devoid of any emotions. Only anger could be seen in his eyes, and then there was a tiny bit of worry, and with a wave of his hand, the rows of trees around him were snapped apart.

Several other silhouettes landed beside him. At this moment, a blood-stained figure was being escorted by a group of people to kneel on the ground. A figure stepped forward and bowed, "Ancestor."

"Hmph. Trash. A group of trash. They couldn't even look at the three of them and they even escaped." He rushed towards the people in front of him and began to curse. His eyes seemed as if they were about to spit fire.

The surrounding people did not dare to say another word. They all lowered their heads in silence. "Hahaha!" A hearty laugh broke the deadlock.

"It is precisely because of you people that people in the family would bully you. And you, as the ancestor, actually want to do such a thing that is worse than an animal! You are simply shaming the ancestors! Hahaha!" The one who spoke was Mu Jianming, his entire body's spirit acupoints had already been sealed, but he still spoke out without yielding, with a look of despise on his face.

"Shut up." Mu Sen, who was standing at the side, said coldly. He waved his hand and slapped his face, immediately revealing a bright red handprint.

"Bring them all back first." The Mu Clan Patriarch, whose face was filled with gloom as he was told by Mu Jianming, said coldly.

"Yes," Månsson answered.

"Okay, okay. Stop crying. Maybe your parents are still okay?" Yang Fan stroked Mu Sword Spirit's head as he consoled her.

"True... True... "Really?" Mu Sword Spirit swallowed her saliva and looked at Yang Fan with watery eyes.

"Of course, anything is possible." Yang Fan said in all seriousness.

"Alright, it's already so late, go to sleep! I'm tired today. " Yang Fan looked around at the pitch-black surroundings. The bonfire beside him had already been completely set ablaze. The only sounds that could be heard were the crackling and popping of dead wood.

He didn't know if Yang Fan was talking about today's battle with the demon beasts and Wei An, or the "battle" between him and Mu Jian Ling. In any case, it was unclear and caused Mu Jian Ling's face to heat up. After that, he leaned into Yang Fan's embrace and closed his eyes, falling asleep. To Yang Fan, this was yet another sleepless night, but it was all worth it.