After living for such a long time, you have to leave something behind and save your own face. That little bit of face is still very important.

Even though Ding Xie was carefree and didn't care, Tu Shanjun did.

He didn't want his friend to be in such a miserable state when he finally returned to the sect and died.

This time, instead of looking at the monk's face and looking at the Buddha's face, it would be good for Ding Xie's master to help with a few words, but it's okay if he can't. Tu Shanjun's original intention is to use that token to wash a piece of blood that is consistent with the thunder spirit root.

It’s just that the technique has come out.

After sealing the jade slip letter with magic and energy, Tu Shanjun stood up and thought in his mind: "It's better to ask the Jindan monk from the Ancient Immortal Tower to deliver the letter. It will be faster this way."

…

Mu Cheng stood in front of the mountain gate of Wanfa Sect and murmured: "Who is this Ghost King? Why did you ask someone to come to Wanfa Sect to deliver a message?"

The last letter to Yangcheng is still fresh in my mind.

He is a dignified golden elixir monk, and he is really busy running around for the purpose of making spiritual stones. In other words, as a monk of the Ancient Immortal Tower, he does not attach much importance to reputation.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be necessary to use the name of a real messenger?

"I'm here with Mu Cheng of the Ancient Immortal Tower to deliver a message for someone."

He raised his hands and shouted.

The fog in front of him suddenly fluctuated, the mountain gate formation rippled, and then a long mountain road appeared in front of him.

Walking along this path, Mu Cheng only felt that he was walking farther and farther.

When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared in the mountain gate of Wanfa Sect. The originally silent surroundings suddenly became lively, the monks passing by were escaping and flashing, and the monks flying with swords dived into the sea of ​​clouds.

"The Sword Comes"

Seventy-two peaks and mountains are like a gathering.

Thousands of monks walk around.

Mu Cheng couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of the Wanfa Sect."

"I'm the deputy peak master of the Hall of Merit. I've met fellow Taoist."

"I don't dare to take this seriously. I am here, Mu Cheng, to deliver a message for someone else." Mu Cheng quickly returned the courtesy. The person in front of him had an unfathomable level of cultivation. He was at least one or two steps higher than him. Of course, he did not dare to neglect him casually.

At the same time, he took out the letter.

"I've already seen it."

The peak master of the Hall of Merit laughed, and with a casual move, a token flew out from the sealed letter.
Chapter completed!