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Chapter 294 Fushan Sect Extra Story 4 Exile in the Demon Territory
Mu Qingwei made several guesses to no avail, so he ignored Feng Yao in anger. Feng Yao was not annoyed, but just grabbed a spirit beast casually, peeled off its fur with extreme violence and rudely, put the bloody one in water and washed it , fire barbecue.

According to what he said, it was because the heads of previous dynasties could not keep fasting for a long time. He often watched them do it, and he learned it over time.

The kindness is hard to give up, Mu Qingwei took a bite, and his mouth was full of blood.

"you!"

Looking at the smile of Feng Yao's trick, how could Mu Qingwei not know that this person did it on purpose!
"You find a place to stay by yourself. You can practice with peace of mind this month. If you want to make puppets, you can also. These trees, little monsters, play tricks on you. After a month, I will go out with you and kill them together." your head."

Although these words sound a bit awkward, Mu Qingwei has to admit that this is true, because if Mu Qingwei doesn't kill the leader, then the leader will kill her.

Between killing and being killed, Mu Qingwei naturally chose the former. She believed that anyone would choose the former, and it was impossible to sacrifice herself to help others.

A month passed quickly. During this period, many disciples found this place and were killed one by one by the wind monster.

Mu Qingwei was a little bit impatient from the beginning, but now she has become completely numb. If it weren't for Feng Yao, she would have died, and she has no right to pity others.

As for Feng Yao's other purpose in killing people, what does it have to do with her?
In fact, she also knew why the heads of previous dynasties refused to let him out. Who would allow someone who is stronger than herself to know her secret.

On the last day, Mu Qingwei walked to the sword, pulled it out, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the inscription on the sword: "Feng Xiao, are you its sword spirit?"

Feng Yao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Mu Qingwei lowered his eyes, holding the sword, hesitating a little.

No wonder he can say that if you pull out the sword, he is your natal magic weapon.

A sword that has been psychic, and even the sword spirit has been transformed, and whoever its sword spirit wants to recognize as the master, naturally whoever is the master.

However, this uncertain factor is too big!
"Why? Regret it? It's too late to regret it now." Feng Yao lay on the ground and smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, staying here for a while will benefit your cultivation."

The smile on Feng Yao's face was shallow, and there was a cold light in his eyes. Mu Qingwei knew that what he said just now was false, and he refused to stay here, but he had already been enraged, if he was taken out again, I am afraid……

Mu Qingwei still took him out, there was a dead end, but it is impossible for Feng Yao to stay in Fushan Sect, as long as he is still in the sect, he will be safer.

So it is more beneficial for Mu Qingwei to leave with the wind demon.

When Mu Qingwei went out with the leader's token, she could clearly see the surprise in the leader's and master's eyes. But at least, although the master was a little disappointed, he was also very pleased.

Look, this is the master who has raised her for nearly 20 years. At critical times, she should be withdrawn as a stepping stone.

What happened next was unexpected, and Mu Qingwei would never forget it in his life.

There were only two disciples who survived this trial, one was Mu Qingwei and the other was Bai Shu from Huichun Hall.

Before Mu Qingwei could say anything, he was pierced through the dantian by the head of the sect.

Everyone in the sect was stunned, and they didn't understand why the head of the sect did this.

And the head's answer shocked everyone again: "Puppet hall disciple Mu Qingwei colluded with evildoers, deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and harmed his fellow sects. Heaven will not tolerate it. All the disciples stepped forward and took Mu Qingwei down. Half a step into the realm of the human race."

Mu Qingwei opened her mouth to defend herself, but the leader just pointed at the space bracelet on her wrist, and a long sword stained with strong demonic energy fell out of Mu Qingwei's space bracelet. The evidence is overwhelming.

The cultivation base was abolished, and the sect master's saber shook violently, and the severe pain swept across Mu Qingwei's whole body. The feeling of broken muscles and bones was so clear that Mu Qingwei was completely speechless.

The scene in front of him became more and more blurred, Mu Qingwei only saw a red figure appearing in front of his eyes, and then lost consciousness.

When Mu Qingwei wakes up, he will be in the barren demon realm, surrounded by Feng Xi who looks even more evil than in the secret realm.

Except for the evil aura on his body, the Feng Xiao in the secret realm looks no different from ordinary people. But at this time, the Feng Xiao has long snow-white hair, two golden-red dragon horns, and even the pair of demon eyes. Scarlet is better than blood, and he looks like a bloodthirsty demon.

"Drink." Seeing her wake up, Feng Yao handed over a bowl of soup medicine, full of bloody smell.

"What is this?" Mu Qingwei's voice was very low, almost silent.

"A wound that will restore you."

Mu Qingwei frowned, endured the discomfort in his stomach, held his breath, and drank the viscous medicine in one gulp.

The strong smell of rust echoed in his mouth, and Mu Qingwei finally couldn't help retching.

Feng Yao handed over another Hunyuan milky white pill, which was full of aura, and Mu Qingwei ate it without thinking.

Once the elixir prescription was entered, the strong medicinal power spread rapidly, following Mu Qingwei's tendons, quickly repairing Mu Qingwei's broken tendons and bones, and finally, even some of the disused dantians were repaired.

Having found it again, Mu Qingwei couldn't help laughing, looked at Feng Yao gratefully, and his dull eyes became bright: "Thank you."

Feng Yao raised the corners of his mouth: "Using human blood as soup, boiled the bones and muscles, and supplemented with golden elixir, this is the elixir refined by your master's body, and the effect will naturally not be bad."

Mu Qingwei's face turned paler the more she listened, and she couldn't help but want to vomit it out, but Feng Xiao quickly sealed the acupuncture points in her stomach. No matter how nauseated she was, she couldn't vomit out any water and could only retch.

"This is something I have worked out with great difficulty, and I can't disappoint my intentions. Besides, it was thought up by the head of your family's sect, and I am just teaching you the secret method that you have lost. "

"do not talk!"

Feng Yao casually picked up a piece of skin: "It's really the first time for me to pick up human skin, look, there is not a whole piece."

"To shut up!"

Seeing that Feng Yao was still chattering nervously, Mu Qingwei held back the discomfort in his body, pulled the person who was still dripping blood, tore it into pieces, and smashed it on Feng Yao's face: "I will let you shut up. Mouth."

Feng Yao stretched out his hand and threw the broken skin aside, regardless of the filth on his body: "You have strength so soon? Your ancestor doesn't care about being with demons, so you care about it?"

"The patriarch, that is, strayed into Qimen—"

"Don't make excuses, who doesn't want to cultivate to become an immortal? As long as one can cultivate, why is the method different? Your so-called magic cultivator is just the same as you, and they all lead to the same goal."

"nonsense!"

"Nonsense is still the truth. You know in your heart that if you don't want to drink, I will not give you a drink in the future. You will be a useless person and stay in the demon realm for the rest of your life." Feng Yao threatened softly.

(End of this chapter)