"Sect Master, can you let Shuang'er go now?"

Murong Bi stared at her without blinking, Mu Feng couldn't help feeling a little scared, but his face was not afraid. He secretly swelled the blood and blood in his body, ready to take action at any time.

Originally, with the relationship between Ghost Mother and Murong Bi, the leader of the Poison Sect, I thought there was more reliance and closeness. I heard the latter say that he would call him a bitch, and quickly understood that the relationship between them was far from what I imagined. Not only was there no closeness, but it sounded like a pair of enemies with unforgettable hatred.

In an instant, the situation was even worse for him and Jing Wushuang!

"Well, that's right, this is the breath of life, and there is a hidden and familiar breath..."

Master Murong did not close his eyes slightly, as if he was quietly sensing something. After a long time, his eyes flashed with a cold light. He looked at Mu Feng and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Mu, what is in your arms? How come there is a breath of life?"

The breath of life?

Mu Feng was a little surprised, and his heart moved and quickly took out a crystal bottle from his arms. Inside, the twelve-winged golden cicada that had been silent for a long time broke out of its cocoon. The small wings were shaking gently, "Sect Master, are you talking about this little bug?"

"Twelve-winged Cicada?"

The face of the Sect Master Murong changed. He glanced from a distance and immediately recognized what was sealed in the crystal bottle. As the Sect Master of the Poison Sect, he understood more than anyone else the terrible twelve-winged cicada and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Mu, where did you get this twelve-winged cicada?"

"This twelve-winged golden cicada was given to me by Grandma Li some time ago."

Mu Feng was real and fake. After a pause, he continued: "At that time, my muscles and veins were damaged and severely blocked, and I could not practice at all. For this reason, my mother-in-law gave me this golden cicada and told me to feed it with my natal essence and blood. It was precisely with this little guy that my tendons and veins were able to be cleared bit by bit, and thus officially entered the threshold of cultivation."

"Hahaha, for you?"

Master Murong laughed, his face suddenly changed, and he continued coldly as he looked at Mu Feng, "Who is Li Feifei? He is harmful to others and is not good for himself. He can do anything to achieve his own goals. It will take at least a hundred years to cultivate a twelve-winged golden cicada. Using the secret method of the Poison Sect, he can gradually refine it into a second soul. With her character, how could she give you such a treasure? Hahaha..."

The second soul?

Mu Feng was startled and asked, "Sect Master, is there anything wrong with this little golden cicada?"

"Hmph, it's not just something is wrong!"

Master Murong snorted coldly, and then said in a deep voice, "On the surface, you feed your own essence and blood, and have cut off the sense of Li Feifei's bitch and this twelve-winged golden cicada, and cut off her control over this golden cicada. However, part of her soul has long been deeply imprinted in the soul of this golden cicada. With your current strength, you can't even find her secret hands and feet. How can you completely erase it? The more essence and blood you feed, the more powerful this golden cicada will be. The moment you break the seal and fly out in the future, it will be your death day!"

"What?"

Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang screamed in surprise.

Jing Wushuang was unprepared. Unexpectedly, the ghost mother was so vicious and vicious. She helped her hard on the surface, but secretly did such tricks. Mu Feng was shocked and his limbs were cold.

I thought that the ghost mother had completely cut off the control of this twelve-winged cicada, but she didn't know that it was just her wishful thinking. After hearing what Master Murong said, I finally understood why sometimes when I concentrate and calm down, I always feel panic and uneasy for no reason. It turns out that the problem lies in this venomous cicada.

"Sect Master, please help save Brother Mu Feng and find a way to eradicate the poisonous substance of the twelve-winged Golden Cicada!" Jing Wushuang quickly came to his senses and crawled down without hesitation, and then said: "As long as Brother Mu Feng can be safe, Shuang'er can pay all the price, and will never betray the master for the rest of his life!"

"A lifetime, never betrayal?"

Looking at Jing Wushuang with a determined look on his face, the Sect Master Murong nodded, "Okay, okay, Shuang'er, for the sake of my future closed disciple, I will help him!"

call……

As soon as the words were finished, Master Murong blew out in one breath. Suddenly, the twelve-winged golden cicada in the crystal bottle screamed, and the mark left by the ghost mother in the depths of his soul was forcibly erased. Then, his whole body was frozen.

At the same time, an obscure mantra appeared in Mu Feng's mind, and a cold voice came from his ear, "Mu Feng, this is a mantra of the cultivation of the highly poisonous heart sutra. The chapter on the refining beast of the highly poisonous heart sutra. After practicing, you can gradually control this golden cicada, and even refine it into a second soul. Remember, don't reveal any flaws after returning to Jianning City. When that bitch Li Feifei attempts to control this golden cicada to take your life, suddenly fight back. After freezing for a while, and after not sucking blood for a long time, the golden cicada will instinctively attack the person closest to you as soon as it rushes out, remember!"

Use poison to fight poison!

The ghost mother was vicious and vicious. As her senior sister, Sect Master Murong was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She quickly took the trick and thought of a more vicious way.

"Thank you, Lord Sect!"

Mu Feng bent down to salute, but he was respectful on the surface, but secretly he became more contemptuous and no one believed him.

Whether the person is not like a human, the ghost mother who is not like a ghost, or the graceful figure in front of him, who is like a 28-year-old girl, they are all cruel and ruthless masters, and no one can trust them!

"Okay, you can leave. Bring these three Yang Soul Pills with you and leave the Poison Sect before dark, and never come back!" Sect Master Murong threw out three red pills with yang energy, stood up suddenly, and took Jing Wushuang to leave.

"Shuang'er..., Sect Master, where are you going to take her?" Looking at the Sect Master Murong who was about to leave, Mu Feng was shocked and vaguely felt something was wrong. From beginning to end, he didn't know what was written in the ghost mother's handwritten letter. Seeing that Sect Master Murong was about to take Jing Wushuang away, he was very anxious.

"Shuang'er? Of course he joined my Murong Bi's sect. From then on, he was a member of the Poison Sect and died a ghost of the Poison Sect, and he had nothing to do with you anymore."

Master Murong grabbed Jing Wushuang's wrist and waved the long sleeves that had been stretched to the ground. The wall behind the altar rumbled to the sides, revealing a stone staircase that could not be seen at all. He lit his toes on the ground and walked away like a cloud and fog.

"No, Shuang'er..."

Seeing that Jing Wushuang was about to be dragged away by Master Murong, Mu Feng was shocked and angry, shouted angrily, and chased after him without hesitation. His eyes were red, and the blood in his body suddenly rolled up, emitting a huge wave of heat.
Chapter completed!