Sadhu sat cross-legged on the couch.

Zhang Mu knelt half-kneeling under the couch, holding the sad tree's leg with one hand, and raised his head.

The sad tree also just lowered its head.

The two people's breaths were intertwined, and the candlelight was beautiful.

The glazed golden beaded staff leans against the wall next to it, its brilliance flowing and shining brightly like the moon.

The ambiguous relationship between these two people is not enough to make Chang Ming's eyebrows tremble even a little bit.

But then——

Zhang Mu put his hand on the back of the sad tree's neck and rubbed it gently. The sad tree seemed to feel comfortable and closed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the tongue in Zhang Mu's mouth suddenly stretched out and jumped into the sad tree's mouth!

Sad Tree suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body subconsciously wanted to struggle, and his palm slapped Zhang Mu's shoulder, but when he slapped the palm, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement. Instead, he lost the last chance of escape, his body trembled violently, and his mouth

He whined and couldn't get out of Zhang Mu's mouth.

At this time, Zhang Mu opened his mouth to an almost impossible arc and swallowed the sad tree's lips and half of his cheek. He was like a young man who was eager to express his love to his lover, and the picture was so absurd, bizarre, weird and terrifying.

After struggling and shaking violently, Sadhu's body finally gradually calmed down.

Zhang Mu let go of his hand and let him fall softly on the kang.

The former still licked his lips as if he was still savoring the beauty just now.

As for the sad tree——

Chang Ming's eyes fell on him.

The Sad Tree was motionless, as if sleeping peacefully, but Chang Ming knew that he would not find any scars on his body, but if he examined it carefully, he would find that the Soul of the Sad Tree had left his body.

It excites the soul without damaging the body.

This method of death was exactly the same as the method used to kill Liu Xiaoyu at the back of Qixianmen.

Changming frowned.

Is Zhang Mu Liu Xiaoyu’s murderer?

No, Zhang Mu must have been by his side for a while to gain such trust from Beishu. This is not right.

At this time, Yunhai beside him squeezed his hand and wrote a few words on his palm.

Does it look good?

Changming raised his eyes and asked silently.

Yunhai smiled at him, which was quite teasing and humorous.

The next moment, he lifted Chang Ming's silence spell and flicked his fingers in the opposite direction toward the dense flowers and trees.

With a bang, the world around me seemed to have broken its restrictions.

A cluster of fireworks exploded where the finger fell, and quickly burned.

Yun Hai grabbed Chang Ming and flew up, throwing him into the Sad Tree House.

"Go for it!"

Before Chang Ming could hear Yun Hai's chuckle, he saw Zhang Mu suddenly raising his head and staring at him, his eyes fierce and blood red, like a beast staring at its prey.

He barely gave him any time to think before the opponent's figure had already moved, rushing toward Changming like a gust of wind!

It was late when he said it, then quickly, Chang Ming picked up something beside him, quickly backed away, and raised his sleeves to block in front of him.

With fluttering sleeves and a body that can almost ignore the cultivation level, it's like a mantis trying to use his arms as a chariot!

Zhang Mu sneered, and his spiritual power surged away with his energy, carrying a fierce and burning breath, faintly sparkling.

He could almost foresee that Chang Ming's sleeves would be burned to ashes, followed by his face being destroyed and him wailing in pain.

It's a pity. He thought this person had a good appearance before, and he could have been a new shell——

Unexpectedly, the opponent's sleeve suddenly fluttered and turned into a black butterfly flying towards him.

The butterfly flaps its huge colorful wings and dances lightly. Although it is huge, it does not look intimidating.

Zhang Mu frowned and waved his hand to brush it away. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the butterflies, one butterfly turned into ten, and the ten turned into hundreds of butterflies. They surrounded him, and the more they hit him, the more they became.

But it was too late for Changming to run away. The guards from Qixingtai had heard the noise and rushed over to block his retreat.

None of the monks who could come to the Seven-Star Terrace could sleep peacefully and pretend to be ignorant under such circumstances.

Many people heard the sound and came to the scene one after another, but they just watched from the outside and did not intervene easily.

The sea of ​​clouds has long since disappeared.

Chang Ming was alone, facing Zhang Mu, who had a strange identity, and many monks who would not take action if it did not concern him.

No matter how you look at it, it's a situation where you are surrounded on all sides and ambushed on all sides, with zero chance of winning.

In so many years, this was the first time that he let his apprentice fool him.

Sure enough, if you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts.

Zhang Mu's place exploded with green flames, burning all the butterflies into ashes.

He was so angry that he wanted to kill Chang Ming directly, but with so many monks present, he couldn't do it directly.

A fair and just charge is also needed.

"This man broke into the Seven Star Terrace without authorization and killed my lord, the Tree of Sorrow. Today I will make sure you pay with your life!"

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that the Sad Tree would die again after just one night of glory!

Looking at Chang Ming's appearance, he didn't look like someone who could kill a master-level expert.

But in the opponent's hand, he was still holding the sad tree's golden beads and glazed staff.

Everything seems to be convincing.

"Wait!"

Chang Ming swallowed the fishy smell in his throat and put aside the matter of his unscrupulous apprentice betraying him.

"This person's name is Zhang Mu. On the surface, he is the counselor of Sad Tree, but in fact, he was transformed by a demon. His plans are very big. Fellow Taoists, please do not believe his bloody spiel!"

Zhang Mu sneered: "You said I was a demon? I also said you were a demon! You broke into the Seven Star Platform for no reason, killed people and took treasures. The glazed golden bead staff in your hand speaks volumes! Someone, take him down.

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He stood on the steps with his hands folded, not paying attention to Chang Ming at all.

The two of them had just fought. Although he was temporarily confused by the puppet butterfly, he also tried out the depth of light.

Now that this person has seen the cause of Beishu’s death just now, he must not stay!

The glazed golden beaded staff in the palm of his hand felt cold, making Chang Ming regain his consciousness a little.

If he guessed correctly, this long staff should have come from Qingyun Zen Monastery. It was probably brought out by Bei Shu when he rebelled from the Zen Monastery.

It is probably a spiritual weapon like the treasure of the town.

Although it is not as good as his Sifei Sword, it is still useful.

Beishu's men rushed in from all directions, with four at the head and eight behind them.

These people are not high in cultivation and cannot stand alone. They can only rely on the resources of Qixingtai to support them. They can be regarded as the thugs of Beishu's disciples, but their combined strength cannot be underestimated, let alone how many enemies are outnumbered against Chang Ming alone.

They didn't take Chang Ming seriously at all. He looked gloomy, and it looked like he was injured. His cultivation level was not that good. Let alone the four of them, even one person might be able to kill him.

Take it.

In full view of everyone, under the steps in front of the main hall of Qixingtai, a young man holding a glazed golden bead staff looked sick and was about to die. He was besieged by four people. He could not move and had no power to resist.

For the many monks who were watching the excitement, they wanted to know who killed the sad tree.

The leader rushed to perform meritorious deeds and took the lead. The long sword in his hand came out and swiped directly at the back of Chang Ming's neck.

If nothing unexpected happens, the long swords will penetrate each other and blood will splash everywhere.

But this accident happened.

Changming actually disappeared in front of him!

The man's eyes widened and he even forgot to retract his sword, just letting it fly out.

He thought there was something wrong with his eyes, but he stopped and looked at the reactions of the people around him, and they all looked surprised.

A moment later, Chang Ming appeared in front of him again.

Several other people did not hesitate and slashed away with their swords.

With a tear, Chang Ming was cut into several pieces and fell to the ground.

But a few people looked closely and saw where the person was cut off. It was clearly a paper figure!

"Xianzi Xu, if I die, I'm afraid your trip will be in vain and you will never find what you want!"

Everyone raised their heads following the sound, Chang Ming stood on the roof and raised their voices.

Xu Jingxian, who was watching a play among the crowd, was unexpectedly called out, and she felt complicated for a moment.
To be continued...