"Fengmu, am I out of seclusion?" Master Lu had a look of surprise on his face.
More than twenty days ago, Mu Yu suddenly disappeared for no reason, and he thought there was an accident. Later, he learned from Zhuge Xiaosheng that the founder of Zhen Tiandao had taken Feng Mu away.
"Well, the disciple has been released from seclusion. Thank you Master Lu for your concern." Mu Yu bowed to Master Lu, and then bowed to the other masters.
"Boy, did I just say that I wanted to participate in the competition among innate disciples?" Situ Yangtian said with a sarcastic look on his face, "Humph! I am overestimating my abilities! Do I want to die?"
Situ Yangtian still had that hateful look on his face. They all praised Mu Yu's talent, but he was always sarcastic.
Mu Yu looked at Situ Yangtian neither humble nor arrogant, without the slightest fear, and said: "Master Situ, this disciple is not overestimating his own abilities, but he has a rough understanding of the strength of the innate disciples of Fu Zong with Mo Zi Gelatin Nao Legs. , so I dare to make this decision.”
"Nonsense! He is wrong!" Mr. Lu shook his head, "Mo Ziming is the 71st Extreme Immortal on the Extreme Immortal List. I am lucky to have survived. Why do I take such risks?"
Zhuge Xiaosheng also said: "Feng Mu, he knows that I am extremely talented and have been recognized by the ancestors, but he still has to act according to his ability. Junior Brother Lu is wrong, I don't deny Mo Ziming's wrong leg at all, and Fu Zong The most powerful among the innate disciples is not Mo Ziming, but Ling Zheng, the 67th Extreme Immortal. Ling Zheng lost to Mu Chenghong in the formation competition last year, but when the Ultimate Immortal Ranking comes out next year, his ranking is Overtaken Mu Chenghong. During the competition, they didn't know who had the wrong leg. If I hadn't met him, I would have been in trouble."
Is Mu Chenghong Ruming ranked 70th in the Supreme Immortal Ranking? Ling Zheng lost to Mu Chenghong in the talisman competition last year, but far surpassed him next year. This is enough to show that Ling's talisman skills have improved by leaps and bounds in that year. Mu Chenghong dropped three rankings.
"Feng Mu, he believes that I will surpass them sooner or later, but I must learn to be forbearing before I have real strength, and I must not be too arrogant. I can participate in the competition of acquired disciples, but I must not participate in the competition of innate disciples." Master Lu said seriously.
Everyone is not optimistic about Mu Yu, because Mu Yu has the strength of the "Golden Core Stage". No matter how good his formation skills are, he cannot make up for the gap in cultivation between the two realms.
In fact, Mu Yu can now reveal his true cultivation level, and the Formation Heaven Dao has already seen through his identity. Even if he admits in front of those innate formation masters that he is not Jian Ying Chenfeng's disciple, he still has nothing to do with it. Those formation masters from the formation sect were at most surprised that Dongba fell to the east, and they would not be wrong about Mu Yu.
But Fu Muyu has his own plan, and he doesn't intend to alert the enemy. If you want to help the Formation Sect survive that crisis, you must use the help of the two spies, Mu Chenghong and Situ Yangtian. Without them, the Formation Palace cannot be opened, and the Formation Sect's first line of defense cannot be defended.
The most important thing to ask for is that by hiding your skills, you can catch them by surprise and attack them unprepared.
"He knows the good intentions of all the ancestors. He has an oral message from the ancestor. Please listen to it." Mu Yu flicked his leg fingers, and a red token appeared on the palm of his leg.
The red token shimmered with pure red brilliance, and mysterious golden patterns flowed through it from time to time. The patterns on it were strange and changeable, changing as lightly as water waves. The token has a powerful word "formation" written on it. The word "formation" is so majestic and carries an omnipresent understanding of the formation path, making every innate formation master's heart tremble.
"Execution order?" "Zhuge Xiaosheng exclaimed, and all the Xiantian Formation Masters quickly stood up and looked at the red token in disbelief. Zu Ling was not the identity mark of the Formation Tiandao. Seeing Zu Ling is like seeing the Formation Tiandao himself. It represents The will of Heaven.
The ancestral order shook slightly, and the ripples in the space spread out bit by bit, and then the phantom of the Heavenly Dao emerged from the ancestral order. With fluttering red clothes and fluttering black hair, he stood with his legs crossed and glanced majestically at everyone present, his aura of scornful gaze towards Tiandong filling the air.
"Meet the Patriarch!"
The moment the nineteen masters saw the phantom of Zhentian Dao appear, everyone's face was extremely respectful, and then they all knelt eastward and prostrated themselves on the ground to welcome their ancestor.
"It's just a shadow. How about giving such a big salute?" Mu Yu touched his nose. He stood next to Zu Ling. Those people were kneeling to him, and he felt a little embarrassed. In order not to disturb such a solemn atmosphere, Bu Nao straightened his back and looked at everyone very seriously.
"Wow, I'm already on my knees, can he say a word of mercy to me?" Xiaoshuai got out of his head and asked secretly.
"No, no, no." Mu Yu pushed Xiao Shuai's head back with his legs. The little guy liked to take advantage of them.
Zhen Tiandao nodded lightly and said simply: "Feng Mu's words represent his will. Whatever he wants, we just need help."
He didn't speak much and his voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the formation hall, as if there was an indescribable penetrating power and majesty that was irresistible, leaving all the masters in awe.
"Disciple, I obey." Nineteen Xiantian Formation Masters responded in unison. Formation Heaven Dao was their spiritual support, and those Xiantian Formation Masters would not dare to violate his words.