The Wonderful Pharaoh sneered:

"He thought he could control me, but I didn't let him do it!"

"With that being said, now I'm going to rely on him..."

Taoist Miaoyun shook his head slightly.

"We can do things for him, eliminate dissidents or anything else for him, but the ancestors' inheritance cannot be put into his hands!"

The Taoist said this by the wonderful Dharma suddenly moved in his heart.

Bang!

Outside the house, a low and dull sound came.

"who?"

The three old Taoists' eyes were all condensed. The next moment, the door was already open, and Miaoyun and another old Taoist rushed out of the room.

The Taoist of Miaofa also held the Moyun Order in his palm tightly and stepped out.

The sky cleat was still digesting the words of a few old Taoists, and it took a while to react. When he went out, he saw a man in a rag-clothed dress, a very embarrassed and exhausted man broke into the backyard.

He recognized this person, as if he had seen him more than a month ago, and his name was Mu Huan, and it seemed that he was a big figure in Liansheng Sect.

At this moment, he felt the power of this person.

Several feet apart, the heat emitted by his body was almost as direct as the sun at noon. Such powerful blood was probably not inferior to his teacher and uncle.

What makes such a big man so embarrassed, and even has an unconcealed fear?

"How could Mr. Mu be so embarrassed?"

Miaoyun frowned slightly, and she could see that Mu was still injured, but he consumed a lot. It didn't seem like he was defeated by someone, but he seemed to be exhausted by someone.

"Yu, Brother Yu, can you be here?"

Mu still leaned back and gasped, feeling his muscles and bones sore that they couldn't help but twitch.

He was almost sleepless and rushing for ten days. Even if he had taken pills, he had reached his limit, and he was just a little short of the qi and blood flow.

If he runs alive, he will be the biggest laughing stock in the world.

"No need to ask, the person is about to arrive."

Before he could answer, the face of the Miao Pharaoh's face darkened, looking at the gradually bright night.

uninvited guest!

The old Taoist Miaofa looked at the night from afar and faintly felt an extremely powerful murderous intent. The murderous intent was so strong that his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Who is it?"

Taoist Miaoyun frowned and looked at Mu Huan.

"Jin, Jinyiwei Qianhu, Yang, Yang Yu."

Mu still gasped several times before sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing to relieve the boiling blood and energy.

"The thousand households of Jinyiwei?!"

The old Taoists were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing what their expressions were.

"I'll kill you so miserably with a single Jinyiwei Qianhou?"

Taoist Miaoyun's expression was very subtle.

"That's Prison Yang!"

Mu was still spitting out a mouthful of black blood by his eyes, his chest was undulating, and he gritted his teeth:

"The Yang Prison who killed Ji Longshan, Xiao Zhan!"

"Is it him?"

Hearing this, the expressions of the experienced Taoists were shocked.

The most common name they heard during the days they went down the mountain was this Yang Yu.

But, isn’t Yang Beitou’s head arrested by Liushemen?

When did they become the Qianhu family of the Jinyiwei again?

"Two junior brothers, my guardian, entertain this Qianhu Lord!"

The Wonderful Pharaoh spoke.

He jumped and reached the altar. He raised his hand and the Moyun Order had already fallen on the altar and muttered something.

As it moved, a thin layer of mist also rose, and at first it was only between the two altars, and then it spread around.

call!

The steps of the living dead stopped, and Yang Yu looked up, slightly surprised:
Chapter completed!