In those years when I was a mortal and a demon

Outside the main hall, Sun Huo walked around anxiously, looking extremely nervous.

When he was young, a disciple came out to send a message and let him in.

"My gold-forged body has already reached a certain level, and I should be able to penetrate Master Lu's Dharma Eyes!" Sun Huo comforted himself a little, straightened his clothes, and tried to appear calm.

In the hall upon entering, four people were sitting in the main seat above, chatting. They were the four supreme elders of the Luoyun Sect.

On both sides below, there were several alchemy monks standing bowed.

"Sun Huo pays homage to the three masters and pays homage to Master Lu."

"Master?" Lu Yuan looked at Sun Huo who was kneeling below, and his words were a little cold.

This descendant of Sun Ergou was in Luoyun Sect, so he naturally knew about it, but he didn't have much interest in this person.

As early as when he came to Tianyicheng to join Han Li, Lu Yuan also knew from his mouth that he had met Sun Huo and that he wanted to recognize his master.

But what makes Lu Yuan a little dissatisfied is that it has been almost half a year since he arrived in Tianyicheng, and this guy didn't even come to visit him.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to him today, Lu Yuan would have thought that he had died in the battle with Master Mulan.

"My ancestors left behind their ancestral precepts, asking me and my descendants to serve you as our three masters from generation to generation." Sun Huo heard Lu Yuan's coldness and quickly picked up the pure gold order hanging on his chest. Card.

"Oh, thank you for remembering the teachings of your ancestors. However, your qualifications are pretty good, and I don't want to delay you, so let's cancel the matter of taking me as your master."

Lu Yuan raised his hand and took the token in Sun Huo's hand. After playing with it for a while with a complicated expression, he put it into his storage bag.

"Master, I..." Sun Huo's face was uncertain, and there was a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. Obviously this result was beyond his expectation, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

"Ok?"

"Uh, Master..."

"Go down."

"This..." Sun Huo lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then sighed and stood up slowly.

But as soon as he took two steps back, he suddenly gritted his teeth and returned to his knees again.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I would like to ask if the three masters have any descendants in the Six Sects of Demonic Dao?"

Descendants? Six sects of magic?

"Why do you say that!" Lu Yuan and Brother Han Li Tiezi looked at each other in confusion and asked coldly.

"A few months ago, the disciple traded a wisp of green smoke and magic fire from two pill-forming monks at the Demon Flame Sect in the Six Demonic Sects, which he used to refine his body into gold."

"But during the transaction, I met a strange person at the Demon Flame Gate. He seemed to recognize the token on the disciple's chest that belonged to you, Master Lu, and reacted extremely violently after seeing it." Sun Huo replied hurriedly.

"Do you recognize my token? Is he a monk or a mortal?" Lu Yuan frowned and took out the token again.

"He is a monk, but he may have offended the two pill-forming monks from the Demon Flame Sect, and he was tortured to a very weak state."

"Could he really be your descendant? When your father was in Sijibao, he gave birth to seven or eight younger brothers and sisters." Brother Tiezi said it truthfully.

"Impossible. I went back to Jingzhou when I was traveling. Although the four families are now prosperous, there are no descendants with spiritual roots among them. And in the past two hundred years, no one has ever set foot in the world of cultivating immortals. !" Han Li said with a stern look on his face.

If he wasn't a descendant of the four families, then who could he be?

"What is that person's cultivation level and what does he look like?"

“He had disheveled hair and his face was covered.

Moreover, there is a restriction placed on the body, and the disciple's cultivation level is shallow and cannot be seen. But at that time, for insurance purposes, the disciple asked Master Fu to go with him. "Sun Huo was startled by Lu Yuan's reaction and quickly looked at a pill-forming monk standing next to him.

"Back to Uncle Lu, that man is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Judging from his body shape, he should be a young man. However, according to the disciple's observation, his actual age should be at least one hundred and fifty years old." The one who spoke was the one who was originally because Ancestor Linghu invited the three of Lu Yuan, but the late Jiedan monk named Fu was punished to face the wall for hundreds of years.

"Go to the Demon Flame Gate!" Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and stood up suddenly.

"Do you know who it is?" Han Li asked doubtfully.

"It's not clear yet, but I did have an inexplicable feeling during the battle with Mulan that day."

......

Most people at the Demon Flame Gate station have already returned. Now there are only about a hundred monks left, all standing outside the hall with frightened expressions.

In front of them, a young man wearing Luoyun Sect clothing was looking at each one, as if he was looking for someone.

Just now, in the border battle, the three supreme elders of the Luoyun Sect who had made a brilliant appearance came up to them with unkind expressions on their faces.

He also asked all the disciples not to leave. Even those who were wandering around Tianyicheng must rush back as soon as possible, otherwise they would be killed without mercy!

In the main hall, Lu Yuan and the others stared coldly at the three pill-forming monks below. Two white-haired old men and one a muscular man.

The three pill-forming monks secretly complained in their hearts that there was a big battle that day. It seems that the ancestor of the sect has offended this person. Could it be that he is here today to investigate?

"I wonder what the purpose of these three seniors coming to the Demon Flame Sect is?" A monk from the Demon Flame Sect took courage and asked cautiously.

"Where is the Demon Flame Ancestor?" Lu Yuan asked coldly.

"Master, he left in a hurry after the war."

"Going back to the Demon Flame Sect?"

"No, he said he was going to visit an old friend. In addition, my ancestor told me that if Senior Lu comes, he will personally go to the Luoyun Sect to apologize to you, senior."

"The old guy ran pretty fast!" Lu Yuan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Master, we didn't find it!" After a while, Sun Huo walked in and bowed.

"No?" Lu Yuan's face darkened.

"Where are the two demon flames? And where is the young man they have been keeping with them to torture!" The monk surnamed Fu who stood below Lu Yuan asked sharply.

Upon hearing the question, the two old men relaxed slightly. It seemed that Senior Lu was not here to seek bad luck for the Demon Flame Ancestor. But the muscular man next to him looked a little unnatural.

"You seem to know something!" Lu Yuan immediately noticed something strange about this man.

"Senior Lu, Junior Brother Yin and his wife have returned to the sect a long time ago. And the young man beside him seems to have been brought from his Fu family and has nothing to do with our Demon Flame Sect!" An old man hurriedly pointed at the strong man and said Clear the relationship.

"Are you from the Fu family? The Fu family fortress of Yuanwu Kingdom!" Lu Yuan's eyes flashed and he stared at the strong man.

"I, I..." The muscular man's face turned pale and his eyes began to dodge.

"Speak quickly, lest the soul search later will dirty my uncle's hands!" the monk surnamed Fu scolded again.

"No! I said, I said!"

"You two can get lost!" Lu Yuan glanced at the two pill-forming monks from the Demon Flame Sect.

The two men retreated in a hurry as they were granted amnesty.

......

After the strong man finished telling the story of the future, the faces of Lu Yuan and the other three people changed.

Especially the two weird names Lu Zitong and Han Jinguang,

"Yu Zitong, Master Jinguang!" Han Li took a breath of cold air.

"But why are you two's last names?" Brother Tiezi looked dumbfounded.

"I probably know who they are!" Lu Yuan shot out a golden light from his fingertips, and just as the muscular man was about to open his mouth, his head rolled to the ground.

"You two have done a great job! From today on, Sun Huo, you will be with us. As for Senior Nephew Fu, go back and tell Senior Brother Lu that I will exempt you from the hundred-year penalty of facing the wall."

"Sun Huo meets the master!"

"Thank you, Uncle Lu!"

Sun Huo and the monk named Fu all bowed their heads with joy on their faces, and then withdrew at Lu Yuan's signal.

"Do you still remember the mysterious disappearance of Master Mo and the others? Back then, we only found the tombs of Feng Wu and Mo Caihuan in the valley of Baimang Mountain." Lu Yuan took a deep breath and looked at Han Li and Brother Tiezi calmly. asked slowly

"You mean, Lu Zitong and Han Jinguang are Master Mo and Li Feiyu?" Han Li looked at Lu Yuan in surprise.

"That's right, the female cultivator who was forced to death should be Mo Yuzhu. So Master Mo and Li Feiyu killed the two evil sons of Demon Flame in order to take revenge, and they were tortured for a hundred years!"

"But how did they become monks without spiritual roots!" Brother Tiezi opened his mouth slightly and said in disbelief.

"Everything will be clear once we rescue the people."