Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

"So Master Xie, when we have been chasing without sleep for two full days and two nights, and we are infinitely close to [Maze], you tell me that we have chased and lost people long ago? Ah?!"

Shen Muxuan grabbed Xie Tingxuan's collar and swayed back and forth desperately: "That's six hundred contribution points! Six hundred contribution points! Do you know how many good things six hundred contribution points can be exchanged for? That's—"

"A piece of star stone that is enough to cast a natal sword."

Xie Tingxuan allowed him to vent his emotions, even though his body was shaking at a high frequency, his steady voice did not fluctuate, and he said slowly: "Strictly speaking, it's not that I lost it a long time ago. It's that the other party chose a path that is only in my judgment. There are [-]% possible escape routes, and it was not until half a quarter ago that I failed to catch up with the target at the latest time to meet the other party among the several options, and I didn't realize it."

Shen Muxuan narrowed his eyes and stared at him for three breaths: "It's impossible to catch up?"

That is to say, the two of them had been working together for a long time and knew each other well, otherwise Shen Muxuan would have drawn his sword and greeted his face when he knew that the hard work of two days and two nights was in vain.

Xie Tingxuan shook his head firmly.

Shen Muxuan took two deep breaths, and suddenly he drew his sword and slashed heavily on the roadside stone, the gravel splashed: "Go back to the sect!"

When he shouted, he was full of momentum, and his eyes and eyebrows were almost pulled into a ball within less than a dozen miles on the way back, and he couldn't stop thinking.

Xie Tingxuan listened attentively, eight out of ten sentences were chanting 'Sky Star Stone'.

He thought of the star-like bright eyes of a young man in the middle of the night, and couldn't help asking: "You worship Elder Feng so much, do you even choose the same material as him for casting the natal sword?"

"Of course! Master is as powerful as a swordsman, is there anyone who doesn't admire him!"

The boy was 16 years old, just at the time of the draw, there was still faint baby fat on the cheeks, and the hands that were propped on the face were squeezed, adding a bit of innocence.

After a short rest, they continued to walk back, but encountered another group of people when they passed a valley.

Shen Muxuan saw the other party's eyes clearly, and immediately dragged Xie Tingxuan to make a detour.

Xie Tingxuan cast a puzzled look, and Shen Muxuan sent a voice transmission: "The people of Yue Qingcheng's Feng family, I don't want to deal with them."

The Feng family of Yue Qingcheng was the family from which Shen Muxuan's master, the elder Feng Jiangcheng, came from.

Although Xie Tingxuan didn't understand, he followed his strength to raise his breath and detour lightly.

Unexpectedly, the two went around and met Feng's team at the other side of the valley.

The two sides collided head-on, and it was inevitable.

Shen Muxuan's complexion changed 'swish', after several years of acquaintance, Xie Tingxuan had never seen such a 'gloomy' emotion on the face of this young man who seemed to be always brisk and carefree.

On the contrary, the Feng family was obviously the leader of the training team, but was momentarily stunned, and then immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Little friend Shen, what a coincidence, did you also come here to practice? Who is the little friend next to you?"

"……Humph."

Shen Muxuan, who can't be called the Nascent Soul with his cultivation level at the stage of transformation into a god, is a little friend...Shen Muxuan is only an ordinary disciple under the gate of Fengjiang City in name. .

He can figure it out, it doesn't make sense that Shen Muxuan can't figure it out, but he still doesn't want to talk about it...

Xie Tingxuan was even more surprised in his heart, without showing it on his face, he introduced himself politely: "Sword of Heaven, Xie Tingxuan."

"It turned out to be Young Sect Master Xie! Oh, I have heard about Young Sect Master's deeds of freezing Qingjiang. He is really young and promising..."

Shen Muxuan was not willing to show up, so Xie Tingxuan had no choice but to stand up and greet the leader of the Feng family, seeing that the time was almost up, he said that the two of them were still in a hurry to go back to the sect, so he left.

After walking away, Shen Muxuan complained: "What are you talking about with that smiling old man? It's a waste of time. Even if you turn around and leave, how dare they do anything to me?"

Xie Tingxuan laughed. He is the heart of an adult, so naturally he would not do things like a real teenager: "You, you dare to disrespect Feng's face like this because Elder Feng dotes on you."

Shen Muxuan was strangely silent for a moment, his slender eyelashes covered the shadows in his eyes, when Xie Tingxuan looked over in doubt, he turned his head and hummed softly, and stopped talking.

The distance between Taihua Immortal Sect and Tianjian Sect is not too far, and the two separated to return to their respective sects.

After Shen Muxuan handed in other completed tasks, received contribution points, turned around and flew back to Tianshu Peak.

Stepping on the bamboo path outside the building, Shen Muxuan hesitated.

"Mu Xuan, why are you standing here without moving? Is Master busy?"

Gu Fuxuan came from behind him. Before he realized that he was abnormal, Shen Muxuan quickly adjusted his demeanor and laughed: "No, I was thinking about something. I was unlucky in this mission, and I couldn't take down that evil demon." Xiu, let him escape back to the Northern Demon Territory."

Mission failure is a common occurrence, Gu Fuxuan didn't think too much, patted him on the shoulder, and said a few words of comfort.Shen Muxuan was not thinking about this, he nodded indiscriminately, and was led by him to the door to say hello and see you.

When he was allowed to enter, he unconsciously shrank behind Gu Fuxuan.

Feng Jiangcheng sat upright in the main hall, carefully wiping his natal sword 'Qingxiao'.

The corners of his mouth are naturally drooping, and most of the time, Feng Jiangcheng will habitually keep a straight face to cover up this.

The two waited quietly under the hall for a full half an hour, Feng Jiangcheng wiped the dust-free Qingxiao until it was as bright as a mirror, then put the sword back in his dantian with satisfaction, and turned his head to look at the two under the hall.

When his eyes fell on Shen Muxuan's face, Feng Jiangcheng frowned, and flitted past him to talk to Gu Fuxuan.

As Shen Muxuan got older, Xiao's mother's appearance gradually disappeared when she was young, and she looked more and more like her father who was increasingly blurred in memory.

And Shen Muxuan... It's been a long time since I saw the easy-going and amiable master when I was young.

The hands in his sleeves dug deeply into the palms of his palms, but he didn't dare to use too much force to disperse the smell of blood. If he did that, he would be reprimanded by his master as having a bad heart and not worthy of sword training.

After a long time, Feng Jiangcheng finished talking with Gu Fuxuan, then turned his gaze slightly, and said lightly: "I heard from your senior brother that you failed in the mission of hunting down Moxiu?"

Shen Muxuan stiffened his back reflexively, and opened and closed his lips a few times to try to explain. Feng Jiangcheng had already left, leaving only one sentence of punishment as expected: "Not hard enough, swinging the sword ten thousand times. Fuxuan, you stare at him to execute it." .”

Even the scolding is so undisguised and indifferent.

I don't care, so I don't even bother to ask why I failed;

I don't care, so no matter how much he sleeps and forgets to eat and sleep, and stays up all night, he never pays attention to it.

"Mu Xuan..."

Gu Fuxuan looked worried, and wanted to say something, but Shen Muxuan had already turned and left.

Three months later.

Looking at the younger brother who was busy packing up the travel things, Gu Fuxuan was worried: "You... just go out to practice alone like this? Although the sect does have regulations, but most of the disciples go together, it is too unsafe to go alone A little bit."

After getting an affirmative answer and obviously not changing his mind, Gu Fuxuan sorted out a whole storage ring from his residence, and tried to stuff it into his salute: "Although the environment for going out to practice is definitely not as good as that on the peak, but you can't really put it in the ring." I'm sleeping in the open like a god. I used it when I went out before, so there should be a lot of things, so you can take them with you."

Shen Muxuan silently compared the items in the two storage spaces, and decisively threw the one he had packed up for half the morning back into the drawer.

He acted neatly, since he had packed his things, he had a few words with Gu Fuxuan, and before noon, he left the Taihua Mountains wearing a ring and holding a sword.

Thinking about the Moxiu who ran away last time, he simply headed north all the way.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or the disciples of all schools love to come to the surrounding areas of the Northern Demon Territory for training. Shen Muxuan met another group of Feng's disciples not far from the last meeting.

He intentionally avoided it, but Feng Shi stuck to it facelessly like a paste, no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it, which annoyed him enough.

The last time Xie Tingxuan was there, he didn't have the nerve to say it.

People like the Feng family seemed to want to befriend him for the sake of his master and disciple, but in fact they often tripped him up in private.

Even a cultivator's energy is not unlimited. He took up a spot beside him, and he is about to develop in the direction of his own disciples. It's no wonder that the younger generation of the Feng family, who are naturally competitors with him, are not in a hurry.

To toss him like this, find trouble for him, and still want to look good?Do his spring and autumn dream!

With a grin on his face, the ghost knows that he is planning something shameful in private!

Shen Muxuan thought that he had already made all-round preparations to accept the move, but he was still young, so he still underestimated the sinister human heart.

"Ha ha……"

He tried his best to suppress his desire to gasp for breath, and took small, frequent breaths. His voice was suppressed to the point where he could hardly hear him, his face was flushed, and he galloped with all his strength in the dark dense forest.

The rough branches and leaves hit his body, and his spiritual power, which was about to bottom out, did not dare to waste a single ounce on these insignificant obstacles. Under the torn clothes, his exposed skin was streaked with blood, and every time he brushed over a clump of densely distributed Branches and leaves could not help shrinking their bodies.

Non-natal weapons cannot be taken back into the dantian. The long sword held in the right hand was originally a treasure gifted to him by his master when he was just learning swords, but it gradually lost its brilliance in frequent battles. The blade is mottled. I don’t know how many times it can last fighting.

Shen Muxuan never expected that the Feng family would be so daring.

—they wanted to kill him.

Three Huashen, seven out of body, 18 yuan infants, Jindan foundation building and Qi training are not counted.

No matter how drastic the method used in the past, it could not match the one-tenth of the current one.

What are they up to?Is it drawing from the bottom of the pot?

As long as he is asked to die silently, the position of master's disciple will naturally be vacated?

His chest and lungs had already begun to ache, and the numbness in his limbs gradually came to life. His hands and feet were cold, and his fingers holding the sword became stiff and uncontrollable...

Both spiritual and physical strength are exhausted.

The scene in front of Shen Muxuan's eyes gradually blurred, and he staggered. He fell heavily into the quagmire covered by dead leaves, half of his white clothes were covered with mud, and he was unbearably heavy.

With difficulty, he used his sword as a crutch to support himself and climbed out of the mud, but Feng's pursuers had already surrounded him layer by layer.

The disciple of the Feng family who first came up to chat with Shen Muxuan was still smiling. He looked down at Shen Muxuan who was half-bending and panting.

He called softly, "Senior Brother Shen."

"I'm calling you father!" Shen Muxuan's eyes began to double, but his mouth was still unrelenting, "Why didn't I know that under Master's sect, there were people like him?"

This person's eyes are a bit small, the inner and outer corners of the eyes are slightly rounded, the face is slightly elongated, and the chin is slightly pointed. His appearance is indeed not outstanding, but it is not too difficult to be recognized.

However, he may be more concerned about his own shortcomings, and when Shen Muxuan cleverly picked out his shortcomings, he was immediately enraged and kicked Shen Muxuan on the shoulder.

Shen Muxuan couldn't dodge in time, and was kicked backwards by this force, holding the sword behind his back in time to avoid falling to the ground.

The young master of the Feng family was scolded by him, and he couldn't bear the calm victorious posture.

He kicked hard again, right in the center of the pit, Shen Muxuan's figure was unstable, and he fell in embarrassment in the mud all over the floor.The hair rope was broken, and the black hair was messily scattered on the face and body, with more air inflow and less outflow, as if he was dying.

Venting the depression in his heart, the young master of the Feng family took a step back behind everyone, and waved his hand: "End him."

He said again: "Be quick in your movements. If the patriarch of Jiangcheng discovers any clues, this young master promises that before I die, you will be a thousand times more painful than my death."

He gloomily stared at the young man lying in the mud, and said coldly: "Brother Shen, die in peace, the ancestors of Jiangcheng will avenge you, slaughtering that daring demon cultivator sect, as a sacrifice to your spirit in heaven. And the old man The position of Zu Zhenchuan will soon be in my pocket."

Shen Muxuan's eyes went black for a while, and his ears were filled with endless hummings of different distances, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, and couldn't see anything.

So sleepy, so tired... I wish I could just close my eyes and fall asleep, not caring about what happened outside, just to have a clean and sweet sleep.

He slowly moved towards the vortex in the darkness, the quiet water submerged little by little his calves, his waist, his chest... until his ears, nose and throat were also overflowing with cold water.

In the silence, there seemed to be a voice calling for something non-stop.

"A-Lang...A-Lang...wake up, A-Lang..."

'This is not where you are supposed to be... wake up...leave...'

Ah...Lang?

Who is she calling?

Shen Muxuan's heavy eyelids slowly opened a small gap, his pupils were slack, and he tried hard to refocus his eyes in this familiar voice that he could not remember the history.

The rising speed of the water gradually slowed down, in contrast to his slowly regaining consciousness.

I remember... I seem to be under siege?

There are so many...so many people...not opponents...am I going to die...

The teenager curled up in the mud, on the neck covered by the messy black hair, a scarlet gleam suddenly lit up.

In the beginning, no one noticed, but the light became brighter and brighter until the black hair could not hide it, and the scarlet and ominous gem slowly floated up with the silver chain in the eyes of the besiegers who were besieged in doubt. The boy on the ground also opened a pair of pure black eyes.

It is the purest black, empty, empty, and cold, but in the deepest part, a star of scarlet light is lit.

He wobbled up from the ground, and the first person who looked at him suddenly yelled, dropped the ax in his hand and ran away in a panic.

Fear was written in his eyes, and he even forgot about his superiority and inferiority. He pushed the young master of the Feng family who was standing in the way of escape, and staggered away, rolling and crawling away.

Death did not spare him.

The young man who stood upright raised his hand and tore off the heavy mud-stained robe, then raised his hand and shook it lightly in the air.

——Amid the swaying and burning icy black flames, a pitch-black spear appeared out of nowhere under his palm.

The moment the five fingers were closed and pressed against the cold gun body, the swaying black flames spread out in a circular shape with the surging air waves, and were stained with the skin of the Feng family who couldn't avoid it. It seemed that they had been hungry for too long and finally found it. The 'food' available for burning, the momentum of the black flame soared instantly, and the most terrifying flower swallowed a whole living person in the blink of an eye!

With a chilling howl, a living person just disappeared under their noses, without even the air distortion caused by the high temperature, and the human-shaped black flame slowly shrank back when it first flew out. The size will be ignored, and it will even give people the illusion that this thing has never appeared.

With a vague premonition, the member of the Feng clan who cut off the piece of Hei Yan's clothes in time shivered after realizing it, but when he looked around, all the members of the same clan who came to perform the task together had the same reaction.

This Shen Muxuan... what is the origin of it!

The young master of the Feng family was also flustered, but he couldn't show it in front of his clan.

From the corner of his eye, he carefully observed the black flames slowly dissipating in the air. He found that every time a flame disappeared, Shen Muxuan's face turned paler, and his thoughts moved slightly.

After summoning the Black Spear and Black Flame, Shen Muxuan didn't seem to have moved an inch?

Do you think that Black Flame is enough to kill them, or... can't move?

After making up his mind, he stretched out his hand and grasped a life-saving triangle charm hanging on his chest, and tentatively took a step closer to Shen Muxuan.

As soon as he moved, Shen Muxuan's eyes immediately fell on him.Being stared at by this strange gaze, the young master of the Feng family also felt restless, but Shen Muxuan didn't make any other moves, so he could only grit his teeth and continue walking closer.

Three feet.

From this position, Young Master Feng could even clearly see the pattern of the floating scarlet gem.

He gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab the scarlet gem like lightning!

"what----!"

The dull penetrating sound and the scream sounded almost at the same time. The moment the young master of the Feng family was about to catch the gem, Shen Muxuan, who had been maintaining the state of wood carving and clay sculpture, suddenly moved. The circle fell hard, and the shooting star pierced through the thief's hand of the young master of the Feng family like a shooting star, and was firmly nailed into the mud.

The young master of the Feng family screamed worse than killing a pig.

At this moment, he looked up at Shen Muxuan with the level of horror in his eyes, which was no different from those who were burned to death by the black flame before.

He could feel the icy air rushing continuously into the spiritual vein from the pierced wound. It was a kind of... a very aggressive force that was completely opposite to spiritual power, full of violent and destructive aura.

At first, his arms were shaking, and gradually his whole body began to shake.From subtle tremors to violent tremors that everyone can see.

"You are... a demon cultivator!"

Golden blood slowly flowed down the gun body, and the glaring red light became more and more intense. On the contrary, it was Shen Muxuan's face that had completely lost all color.

Panic quickly spread among the crowd with this sound, but the teenager with the gun didn't give them a chance to turn their brains to think.

A flame floated out from the body of the gun and floated into the center of his eyebrows.

It is clearly the first time he has picked up this weapon, but it seems that he has been fighting side by side with it for many years. Every time he swings the gun body, there will be several flying blood beads, bit by bit, dyeing the snow-white shirt into bright colors. red color.

His long hair fluttered, and in this feast of killing, the boy's figure was raised a little bit, and the only remaining soft outline also melted into sharp edges and corners.When he stabbed the last shot into the young master of the Feng family who was running away with tears on his back, his face under the black hair was [-]% similar to the figure in his distant memory.

He stood in a pool of blood and corpses, dragging his long spear forward slowly aimlessly.

Turning around a dense jungle, a strong smell of blood rushed towards him. The young man with a pair of giant axes in both hands laughed loudly, swinging the giant ax full of flesh and blood to slash back and forth among the berserk monsters that lost their sanity, with a slender figure The man in pink leaned against a tree outside the battlefield, covered his mouth and yawned lazily, his peach blossom eyes were captivating.

The man in pink looked over first, and seemed to have been reminded by him, the young man also killed the monster rushing in front of him with an axe, and turned his head with a pair of tiger eyes.

Then he grinned, and rushed over with an ax without saying hello!

The young man didn't even take a second look at those inorganic eyes that terrified everyone in the Feng family, and he raised his axes and threw them down in the air without any influence.

Shen Muxuan pointed his spear obliquely, and the moment black flames gushed out of the gun, the man in pink, who was watching the show as steadily as Mount Tai, let out a light 'huh', and his lazy expression immediately became more serious.

After the clinker shot the young man with the double ax and sent him flying, when the young man rushed forward again, under his excited gaze with high fighting spirit, the blood-clothed youth suddenly swayed to the ground, and then looked up unsteadily. He glanced and fell to the ground with a 'boom'.

The black gun he held in his hand turned into a black flame and melted into the body of the blood-clothed youth the moment he let go.

As soon as the opponent fell, the young man with the double axes was stuck and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at the young man on the ground who obviously couldn't stand up and continued to fight him, scratched his head in extreme depression, turned around with a roar, and threw himself into the group of monsters to vent his depression.

After a cup of tea, the young man put away the double axes, casually wiped the stinky blood on his hands, and carelessly reached out his hands to turn the fainted people over.

Immediately after his expression changed, he glanced at the man in pink who seemed to be concentrating on dealing with the remaining monsters out of the corner of his eye, picked up a handful of soil with his toes, covered the young man's overly handsome face, and walked back as if nothing had happened.

The man in pink asked, "Where's the person?"

The young man chuckled, "I'm out of breath."

The man in pink made a move.

He snorted coldly, and the young man subconsciously trembled.Immediately afterwards, the figure of the man transformed into countless pink phantoms in the forest. Seen from a very far away, these phantoms looked like a bewitching nine-tailed celestial fox.

When his figure reappeared, the forest was already full of corpses of monsters, and there was no one alive.

Hu Yunu pushed away the growing and crippled adopted son, and a phantom with a fox tail flashed behind him, and Shen Muxuan fell into his arms.Not even bothering to look at his adopted son, he carried him straight to the fox cave where he lived temporarily, leaving Jiao Yuyu muttering dissatisfiedly behind.

Three days later, the person woke up.

Jiao Yuyu reluctantly took the medicine bowl and walked to the bedside, put the medicine bowl heavily on the bedside stone platform, and said with a 'clang': "Eat!"

The young man who was half sitting up gave him a blank look: "... May I ask where this is? Did you save me? Who are you?"

Jiao Yuyu's expression was blank for a moment.

He ran out under the blank eyes of the young man, and a horrified cry came from a distance: "Father—"

"The boy you rescued lost his memory—"

"He lost his memory—"

"I remember—"