"this……"

Li Mo curled his lips. Suddenly, a strange feeling arose in his heart. Are there any normal people among the princes in the dynasty?

"There are only a few descendants of the Shenzong who are normal. This family..."

Master Ji seemed to see through Li Mo's thoughts and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Speaking of which, your family seems to be the same..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Master Ji glared at Li Mo fiercely, interrupted him before he could finish speaking, and pulled him and Feng Wannian away from this place of right and wrong.

In the quiet stone room, Xiao Weimou looked at the three people leaving, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

At this moment, he tried to communicate with [Giant Spirit Golem], but the communication was smooth, and the problem just now no longer appeared.

"Strange, why did you suddenly lose control just now!?"

A trace of doubt remained on Xiao Weimou's cold face. He missed an opportunity to rectify Li Mo.

What he couldn't figure out even more was why the [Giant Spirit Golem] suddenly lost control of him.

"The Zhennan King's lineage is a branch of the Shenzong bloodline. Perhaps it is because of the feeling of the emperor's blood..."

At this moment, Xiao Weimou thought of the biggest possibility.

Perhaps, the Giant Spirit Demon Statue sensed Master Ji's bloodline, which is why such an abnormality occurred. After all, he was refined by the Ninth Prince, and it is reasonable to be loyal to the royal bloodline.

"Junior brother, are you leaving?"

Xiao Weimou turned around and looked at Wu Tianfeng.

"I know you won't let me in no matter what." Wu Tianfeng looked indifferent and had no intention of staying any longer.

"Junior brother, please don't embarrass me. Your Highness is a lunatic. If I let you in, you won't be able to come out alive."

Xiao Weimou had a wry smile on his face. He knew that this junior brother was devoted to martial arts and was almost crazy. There was no life or death in his eyes.

Wu Tianfeng didn't say much, turned around and left.

"Junior brother, you don't have to be like this... If you want to hone your martial arts, there are better opportunities... I heard that the Xuantian Pavilion will open the [Xuantian Immortal Sect] soon, and that is your opportunity..."

Mentioning that name, even Xiao Weimou couldn't help but have a look of envy on his face.

"Xuantian Immortal Sect...that is Li Zu's magic weapon!"

If Wu Tianfeng made any move, he stopped, and a flame seemed to be ignited in his profound name.

The Xuantian Immortal Sect is the magical weapon of the first generation owner of the Xuantian Pavilion [Li Chenxian]...

Since Li Zu transformed Xuantian, this magical weapon has been staying in Xuantian Pavilion.

Rumor has it that this magical artifact is extraordinary and contains great fortune. Throughout the ages, only disciples of the Daqian royal family and those from the Li family ancestral hall have been qualified to enter this immortal sect.

"Xuan Tian's Christmas is coming...The imperial court has also given many gifts to immortals...This is an opportunity for everyone..."

"If you can get your hands on the [Xuantian Immortal Sect], you will definitely achieve great magical powers..."

The more Xiao Weimou talked, the more excited he became, and his heart was filled with infinite yearning.

That kind of opportunity can only come by chance, but it's a pity that he has no chance.

"Xuantian Immortal Sect..."

Wu Tianfeng murmured softly, chewing on the name, and his body seemed to be like a wolf smoke, surging and rolling away.

…

evening.

Wandering Dragon Pavilion.

There is no need to say much tonight, just having fun while drinking wine, changing cups from cup to cup, filled with idle words.

"Lao Li, you are really useless. I've already been in there once, why are you still alone?"

Master Ji took advantage of his drunkenness and raised his hand to hook Li Mo's shoulder, grinning with alcohol in his mouth.

"Do you think you are breeding sows!?"

Li Mo glanced sideways. He knew Master Ji was drunk. He had been suppressed for more than a year in a place like [Zongtian Prison], so he naturally wanted to be wild.

"I have long said that he has no intention and no courage." Feng Wannian said with a grin.

"Old Feng, you are drunk too." Li Mo said seriously.

"Hey, Lao Li, you practice like a demon, but I am a master of flower arrangement..."

Master Ji blushed and squinted his eyes: "When you meet the right person, you only need one sentence..."

"What?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"Don't ask a woman if she wants it. If she is forced to do so, she will scream. Either you will be accused, or she will scream..."

"You scum, you should be locked up for two more years." Li Mo scolded with a smile.

"Hey, don't worry, even if there is no amnesty, I will be released." Master Ji leaned on Li Mo, half drunk and half tipsy.

"Why?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"The Xuantian Immortal Gate is about to open... That is the treasure left by Li Zu..."

"Xuantian Immortal Sect, the magic weapon of the first generation master...that thing is indeed real." Feng Wannian was sober for three minutes.

As a Xuanmen sword type, he has certainly heard of the reputation of this magical weapon, but even to him, this thing is just a legend and has never been seen before.

"Hehe...throughout the ages..."

"All royal disciples have the opportunity to enter it... The bloodline of Daqian royal family will be truly terrifying after passing through that door, especially those disciples whose bloodline is not obvious..."

"Xuantian Immortal Sect...the bloodline is not obvious..."

Li Mo's heart moved slightly, and the figure of the little fox appeared in his mind. That time on Beiman Mountain, the shadow of Shenzong's bloodline also appeared in her body.

"Old Li, this is a rare opportunity. It's a good time for you..."

As he spoke, Master Ji's voice became softer and quieter, and soon he started snoring loudly.

…

It's late at night.

The moon is like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

Outside the capital, a carriage came slowly from the official road. At the gate of the city, people were already waiting. When they saw the carriage, they hurried forward to greet it.

Arriving at the gate of the city, the well-covered carriage slowly stopped.

At this moment, among the waiting people, an old man stepped forward, stopped ten steps away from the carriage, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness Sixteenth, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Get up..."
Chapter completed!