"What UMNO?" Mo Xuan turned around and asked Feng Wuyi, "What did Teacher Ba Xiang talk about before?"

Feng Wuyi grabbed his head, "Is Umno? It's the tradition of the Witch Temple, inheritance, etc. I haven't remembered too much, in short, just shut up and talk less..."

"Umno is the root and inheritance of the wizard's wizard power." Su Qingsang's voice came from the ring like a mosquito, only Mo Xuan could hear it clearly.

"If there is an immortal coming down to the world, it is natural that the wizard warns you to abide by UMNO."

Mo Xuan was puzzled, "Why is this?"

"The immortal belongs to it, called it the Taoist throne! The wizard belongs to it, called UMNO!" Su Qingsang explained: "To put it bluntly, the inheritance of the Witch Temple comes from the power of the ancestor witch! The wizards in the world belong to it are all considered the inheritance of the ancestor witch giant!"

"Why didn't the immortal come down to the world and kill all the wizards?" Mo Xuan was stunned.

"No, mortals and ancestral witches are all two kinds of life. If mortals practice the power of ancestral witches, they cannot become ancestral witches, so the immortals are not afraid." Su Qingsang said lightly: "It's like you have learned powerful martial arts and taught them to monkeys, but monkeys cannot attack enemies like you. That's the reason."

"So the immortals disdain to argue with humans? Then they won't let it go completely, right?" Mo Xuan asked: "If a wizard can cultivate his strength to the seventh tide, will he have a chance to compete with the immortals?"

Su Qingsang was silent for a moment, "It's hard to say. The wizard who had truly practiced to the seventh wheel could count it with one hand. Chen Sheng had already disappeared, and no one knew their true strength."

"Also, many immortals have mental cleanliness and are unwilling to practice Taoist traditions by people with poor talent or foreign objects. Therefore, in order to ensure the pure surname of Taoist tradition, they ignore UMNO on the mortal world."

"There is still such a saying?" Mo Xuan had gained some knowledge. "No wonder there are few immortals, it turns out that this is the reason."

Su Qingsang sighed softly, "Not all of them are so virtuous. I heard that the leader of Tongtian, among the saints, advocates that there are no different religions and there are many disciples under his sects. Unfortunately, I have not had the chance to see them yet, and I don't know when and what will I be blessed to meet again."

"Tongtian Sect Master..." Mo Xuan recited this famous name in later mythology. When he thought that the legendary saint was now in this world, he felt a burst of unreality.

"I guess you have never heard of this name." Seeing that Mo Xuan's tone was a little dazzled, Su Qingsang said, "This Tongtian is a master who can compete with Saint Nuwa. If you can reach the immortal level in the future, you may have the chance to meet you..."

As soon as Su Qingsang finished speaking, a loud shout from the priest came from a distance.

"The time has come, everyone salutes!"

Mo Xuan glanced at the surroundings, and the nobles from outside the city fell to the ground one by one. Before they could see the shadow of the immortal, they buried their heads in the geography, so devoutly that they could no longer be pious.

The soldiers of the army knelt on one knee, holding weapons in their hands, with a majestic momentum, neither humble nor arrogant, and were performing military salutes from subordinates to superiors.

The wizards and priests became much calmer, and they just folded their hands against their belly and bowed.

As for the students in the academy, there seemed to be no strict requirements. Some knelt on the ground to submit, while some even looked up to the sky, looking for traces of immortals.

Feng Wuyi, Ziwang, and Jiang Huayang all followed Luo Wen's appearance and performed the rituals of wizards and priests in the Witch Temple, bowing their heads slightly to show respect.

"What is the origin of the half demon with the blood of the fox clan in front of you?" Su Qingsang asked softly.

Mo Xuan nodded, "Huangquan is the bloodline of the Tianhu clan and the royal family of the Huang Kingdom. He is the prince of the Huang Kingdom. He belongs to us students with extremely high talent."

"Oh? Tianhu Clan, so he also had an immortal-level figure in his ancestors..."

Before Su Qingsang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud trembling sound from the air.

"boom!"

Mo Xuan raised his head slightly, and a ray of red glow flashed in the clouds.

"Here..." Su Qingsang said softly. Mo Xuan saw a pink mist spread quietly into his body in the white lotus ring, and then disappeared without a trace or feeling.

"I don't recognize this person's breath. I have covered your breath. Don't talk..."

Mo Xuan responded and stared at the clouds.

"call!"

A rapid and violent howling wind suddenly pierced through the clouds, and nine red light pillars suddenly flew out of the clouds, with a "buzzing" sound fixed in the air, floating slightly...

Each of these nine light columns is the size of one person, with strong flames burning all over the body, and its momentum is majestic!

"This is..." Mo Xuan saw nine pillars of fire, and his head buzzed, unable to believe his eyes.

It's him?!

It turned out that he was here?!

Mo Xuan was shocked, and he gritted his teeth secretly, clenched his fists tightly!

The nine pillars with blazing flames in the sky are not recognized by others, but Mo Xuan will never forget them even if he dies! The nine fire dragon pillars are the nine dragon pillars that burned Wen Zhonghe to death in the Battle of Muye in the last life!

Mo Xuan still remembers that under the giant pillar of flames that reach the sky, the earth cracked, a sea of ​​hell, and countless mortals were wailing in the flames!

In the blazing flames, Wen Zhong's armor shattered, and the last gaze left behind to look at him, sad and desperate!

There are also the last wave of fire that has completely submerged itself and sunk into darkness...

Everything is thanks to this Jiulong Pile!

Mo Xuan never expected that he would meet this enemy he vowed to compete with in today's situation! At this time, Mo Xuan was not only extremely shocked in his heart, but also wished that he could immediately soar into the sky and smash the nine pillars of fire one by one and tear them apart!

"What's wrong with you?" Su Qingsang suddenly asked, "Why do I feel your breath suddenly become very excited?"

Mo Xuan lowered his head, almost bit his teeth, and there was a smell of fishy and sweet blood in his mouth.

"I...is okay..."

Su Qingsang smiled slightly, "I have accepted me as a pet beast. There are opportunities to meet the immortals in the future. Don't be excited..."

Mo Xuan took a deep breath, relieved his emotions, and his eyebrows were slightly deeper, and his thoughts calmed down.

You cannot be exposed, you cannot seek death!

The current situation is more beneficial to you!

Until my death in my previous life, I didn’t know who killed Wen Zhong and himself. Today, I can hide in the dark to understand the opponent’s appearance first. It’s a good thing.

"You haven't heard of this immortal at all?" Mo Xuan asked softly.

Su Qingsang replied, "I don't know the breath, but I have heard of this fairy treasure, so I also know who is coming."

"who?!"

"These nine fire pillars are called Jiulong Pile." Su Qingsang said: "The person who uses this Jiulong Pile is also a famous Golden Immortal-level master who is famous in the immortal world..."

"Huanglong Zhenren!"

"Huanglong...the real person?" Mo Xuan recalled the message of this great immortal in later legends and murmured, "One of the twelve golden immortals of the Ancient Sect?"

"Hmm?" Su Qingsang was stunned, "You know everything about this?"

Mo Xuan remained silent and looked up at the nine pillars of fire floating in the air. In the center of the pillar of fire, there was a red and yellow light floating and flashing.

Seeing that Mo Xuan didn't say anything, Su Qingsang smiled as if jokingly: "You seem to have many secrets. I have made you a life beast, but I still refuse to reveal anything?"

"The more you know about me, the less likely it is for me to let you leave. Do you have to continue asking?" Mo Xuan's tone was gloomy and terrifying.

Su Qingsang paused and said a moment of stagnation.

After a long time, the tone was filled with the charm of the fox clan, "Since there is a bet in the bone tomb, I am also a person who is willing to accept the loss. Putting aside you and saving yourself, I will not mention you. I think you are a handsome talent and worthy of your life..."

"What should I listen to or not, just say it..."

Mo Xuan's face was slightly slower and his tone was cold, "This immortal has a mortal hatred for me!"

After hearing this, Su Qingsang remained silent for a long time. After a while, he smiled and said in response: "If it weren't for me, it would be even more difficult if you wanted to take revenge in your lifetime..."

"But with me, and your identity as an elder, you can at least see the day of revenge."

"What?" Mo Xuan flashed inspiration, "You can beat him?"

Su Qingsang smiled slightly, "I can't beat it. The Huanglong real person is at the level of the Golden Immortal. I have only ascended for hundreds of years and are far from being an opponent. But the witch slave in the bone tomb may be able to help..."

"If we take action now and introduce this Huanglong real person into the Bone Tomb, how likely will it be?" Mo Xuan suddenly thought of the strength of the witch slave in the Bone Tomb to chase the immortals, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"If the original body of the ancestor witch is resurrected, the chances of victory will be 90%!" Su Qingsang said: "But I can't say anything about the witch slave..."

At this moment, a crisp sound of "clang" in the air was heard, and Mo Xuan immediately looked up.

In the yellow light in the center of the nine pillars of fire, one by one, a thread of light thread stretched out, leading to the nine pillars, and opened a huge light gate with a diameter of 100 meters! The range of the light gate surrounded the entire Four Symbol Monument.

Just when everyone thought that the immortal was about to appear, suddenly, a faint ethereal and ethereal fairy music came in the middle of the light, and the light yellow petals floated down with the flowing light, a fairy scene of fairy music, like a dream and a fantasy...

In the air, those light yellow petals quietly shattered in the air, turning into fluorescence and disappearing, but they emitted a rich fragrance. It makes people feel refreshed and comfortable to hear it.

"What a big show..." Su Qingsang snorted, "That old man Taiyi has never seen him so arrogant before." (To be continued.)
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