When he was controlled by Mo Ziming's soul talisman, Ma Mingxun was like a walking zombie, without even his own basic consciousness. That was because the soul talisman did not fully exert the characteristics of the soul wood like Mu Yu.
At this moment, Ma Mingxun was like an ant on a hot pot, looking around for the "Feng Mu" who was in trouble. He passed by Mu Yu again and again, but he never found him.
"Sir, are you awake? What are you looking for?" The leader of Nanxing Temple saw Ma Mingxun running around and didn't know what happened to Hong, so he walked over and asked.
"Where is Feng Mu? If he brought the disciple with the lowest cultivation level, where did he go?" Ma Mingxun looked very anxious. Before he came out, he knew what it meant for Mu Yu to miss the formation for the sect. If something happened to Mu Yu, the sect's ancestors would definitely blame him, and he could not escape the blame, so he panicked.
"Lord Fengmu, aren't you there?" Nanxing Guanzhu was a little overwhelmed by Ma Mingxun's yelling. He clearly saw Mu Yu standing aside and thinking about something. Is there something wrong with that adult's eyes
"Please let him dance?" Xiaoshuai also thought it was fun and couldn't wait to make a suggestion.
"Dancing?" A strange dance appeared in Mu Yu's mind, and then Ma Mingxun really danced according to his idea.
Nanxing Guanzhu Yidongzi was frightened. Who would have thought that a good out-of-body stage would be such a high-legged dance? She danced so gracelessly in front of him that his eyes almost popped out.
"Hahaha!" Xiaoshuai was lying on Mu Yu's head, laughing so hard that his branches were trembling, and Mu Yu was also laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
The master of Nanxing Temple even walked towards Mu Yu and said eagerly: "Master Feng Mu, why is that guy in your family so good at dancing?"
"Dancing shows that your legs and feet are nimble. Even though I'm so old, Master, I should go dancing." Mu Yu finally held back his laughter, patted Master Nanxing on the shoulder, and then asked Ma Mingxun to go back to the house.
"Ah? Dancing, then... that..." Nanxing Guanzhu, whether he is a very serious person, was at a loss by Mu Yu's suggestion. But Mu Yu had already attached another piece of the Soul Wood to his legs and arms, and soon the entire consciousness of Nanxing Guanzhu was controlled by Mu Yu's legs.
"Forget those things just now, and then go about your own business!" Mu Yu discovered that Shenhunmu could control the memories of those people, and he was really awesome.
The leader of Nanxing Temple's eyes wandered for a moment and then came back to his senses. When he saw Mu Yu, he respectfully said: "I've seen you, sir." Then he seemed to be confused as to why he appeared there, but he soon remembered I have a lot of things to do, so I left.
Mu Yu had already taken back the Divine Soul Wood where the master of Nanxing Temple was. The magical effect of the Divine Soul Wood was incredible. It seemed to be very easy to tamper with the memory. Even if the control of the wrong person was released, there would be no problem. But it seemed that he could only erase memories beyond an hour, and memories that lasted longer could not be erased at all. That was his only regret.
Then he thought for a moment and used the Soul Wood to wake up all the unconscious people in the Taoist Temple. Then he and Ma Mingxun left the Nanxing Taoist Temple and returned to the Formation Sect. Ma Mingxun kept asking Mu Yu how he escaped that disaster. Mu Yu pretended to be killed by using a maze and successfully deceived Mo Ziming of Fu Zong. Ma Mingxun actually believed it and praised Mu Yu very much. witty.
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There is a small town a hundred miles north of Nanxing Taoist Temple. At this moment, a figure hurriedly appeared in the small town. That person was Mo Ziming from the Fu Sect. Mo Ziming had a very angry look on his face. He was supposed to be an extremely immortal person on the extremely immortal list, but he actually lost to a little-known nobody from the Zhen Sect, leaving him with no face left.
He walked into a small courtyard, and Zhou Jinglin was sitting on a chair in the courtyard, sipping tea and waiting for him.
"Is the matter resolved?" Zhou Jinglin asked without raising his head.
Mo Ziming's face was filled with uncertainty. He was a proud and arrogant person. He originally thought that the mission that asked him to assassinate the disciples of the Jindan Qi was a sure thing, but he never expected that he would show up. Accident.
"No, let him escape." Mo Ziming said through gritted teeth.
He is the 71st Supreme Immortal, and he is extremely talented in both the Fu Sect and the world of cultivation. For him to admit that he was beaten away by an unknown person would be more uncomfortable than killing him!
"Escaped? Can a person at the Golden Core stage escape on my lap?" Zhou Jinglin frowned.
Mo Ziming didn't want to tell the truth, after all, whether it was related to his dignity, he pondered for a long time and said: "There is an innate formation master in the distraction stage who is protecting him, and the disciple cannot deny the wrong leg of the innate formation master in the distraction stage."
Does he have the cultivation ability in the out-of-body stage? If he invents a person in the distraction stage to help Feng Mu, then his failure can be covered up. No one will gossip during the out-of-body stage. , but it is not certain whether the out-of-body period is the same as the out-of-body period.
To harm his own reputation, Mo Ziming chose to lie!
Zhou Jinglin turned the tea cup, and the tea swayed slightly: "It seems that the innate formation master in the distracted stage must be Lu Deyi. Think about it, how could the formation sect allow anything to happen to Feng Mu?"
"Dongci will definitely kill him if he goes out to work again! Even if he is not an innate formation master, he can't save him." Mo Ziming said fiercely.
"The failure of that operation was just a warning. Lu Deyi will definitely not let him go out on the field. Don't worry, will the formation competition be the highlight next year? Even if he becomes an innate disciple, he won't be able to make any waves! The formation sect is destroyed. No, it’s inevitable.”
A fierce glare appeared in Zhou Jinglin's eyes, his whole body was shrouded in Ye Chang's murderous aura, and his sinister smile made people feel frightened.
Mo Ziming snorted. He did not tell whether Mu Yu was in the out-of-body stage. He was so arrogant that he did not want to admit that he had not defeated an out-of-body formation master. Otherwise, once the incident spreads, his reputation will be questioned by them.
"Feng Mu, I'm waiting! When Dongci meets, he will beg me to die!" Mo Ziming vowed to save the shame of that failure!
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"That kid Feng Mu must be dead, right?" Duan Yang said angrily, "He really wanted to go there in person to see how that kid died, and by the way, take revenge on him severely before he died! At that time, It’s really frustrating for him to be bossed around like a dog!”
"Let me save it! If they participate in his assassination, it will most likely ruin the plan. They need to endure it for a few months!" Wu Wenxing was not tolerant.
Duan Yang waved his fist and glanced at Mu Yu's bed. He really wanted to burn Mu Yu's things. But he couldn't hold back. It was very late now. He waited until the news of Mu Yu's death came before he could move his legs. He said: "He deserves to die! A golden elixir-level waste dares to ride on their heads." , I really hope to make mistakes with Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Ji, I am really impatient with my life."
"Feng Mu is dead." A voice suddenly sounded in Duan Yang's ear.
"Really?" Duan Yang's face suddenly showed an expression of excitement that could not be concealed, "Is Feng Mu finally dead? Great! How do I know whether Wu Wenxing is good or not?"
"He told him." Mu Yu's harmless face instantly appeared in front of Duan Yang, looking at Duan Yang and Wu Wenxing with a half-smile.
"What!" Mu Yu appeared quietly and frightened the two of them. They almost jumped up. Duan Yang even asked in disbelief: "How can I be alive?"
"Should he die?" Mu Yu walked back to his bed leisurely. As soon as he returned to the formation sect, Ma Mingxun had already reported the Fu sect's attack to his master, otherwise he would go back there to give Duan Yang and Wu Wen OK as a surprise.
"No, no, they didn't say anything. Did they say it's great to have you back?" Wu Wenxing reacted faster than Duan Yang, putting on a fake smile on his face, and at the same time pulled Duan Yang hard. Duan Yang gritted his teeth and forced out a smile: "No, no! They are thinking of something they can do for Junior Brother Fengmu."
"Of course he has some things that we need to do." Mu Yu chuckled, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Junior Brother Feng Mu, just ask! They will do their best to help Junior Brother Mu Yu do it." Wu Wenxing cursed secretly in his heart, but Ke Ru smiled flatteringly.
"It's very simple. We just need to give him a list of all spies from Fu Zong." Mu Yu said casually.
Duan Yang and Wu Wenxing's expressions froze immediately. They never expected that Mu Yu would suddenly say those words. As Fu Zong's spies, they had always carefully concealed the incident and had never exposed it. How did Feng Mufou know about it
"Fu Zong's spy? What am I talking about Feng Mu? Why can't he hear Hong?" Wu Wenxing's face twitched in the muscles. Mu Yu's words shocked them quite a bit.
"Who denies Fu Zong's spies? Their Zhen Zong and Fu Zong are sworn incompatible, so why would there be a spy from Fu Zong in our sect?" Duan Yang asked continuously.
"Someone told him that the two of us were spies of the Fu Sect. He didn't believe it, so he came back to ask if we were spies of the Fu Sect, right?" Mu Yu suddenly had a prank in his mind.
"Of course not. If they are upright disciples of the Formation Sect, how can they be spies of the Fu Sect?" Duan Yang said with a smile.
"He remembers that Fu Zong's spies are all a bunch of uneducated, low-IQ, stupid idiots who will bark in fawning when others treat them like dogs. Do we agree?" Mu Yu said deliberately.
"No, no." Wu Wenxing's face turned the color of pig liver. It was obvious that he was referring to the two of them!