"I have already explained the origin and backlash of the Killing Stone. You said it belonged to your Mule Pavilion, so it is. I hope that one day in the future, when the entire Horton tribe is backlashed, you will not regret it."
"You're cursing us..."
"Enough!" With a pale face, Lao Lan picked up the dead stone and said sharply, "Let's go!"
"Saint?! How could we just leave like this? Cranes in the sky, and our unique skills in Mule Pavilion..."
Luo Lan suddenly raised her volume, and roared angrily: "I say go!! Do you want to obey orders? Or do you think that today's embarrassment is not enough?!"
While speaking, she tightly clenched the killing stone in her hand.
Without looking at Luo Yunxiao again, she had already soared into the sky.
The wind howled past her cheek, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and dissipated in the air.
Yayun took out the flying boat and carried the injured Mule Pavilion people onto it.
Before leaving, she gave Muyan and Luo Yunxiao a vicious look, then turned and left.
Seeing them flying away, Leng Yumo frowned and said, "Little Martial Uncle, just let them go?"
It doesn't conform to their Xiaoyaomen's principle of "I will not offend others if they don't offend me, and I will kill the grass and roots if they offend me"!
Luo Yunxiao didn't speak.
On the contrary, Muyan said slowly: "Mu Le Pavilion has indeed created many innocent blasphemers, but it has also cured many patients over the years. And..."
There is another point that Muyan did not say.
The entire Horton tribe, and even the people of the entire Northland, offer sacrifices to the Killing Stone every year to accept the abilities bestowed by the Killing Stone.
Those ordinary monks who just enhanced their physical fitness are fine.
But those god-givers who have improved their cultivation and even been endowed with special abilities are different.
They must go to the sacrifice every year to accept the ability bestowed by the dead stone.
Once stopped, these people's physical functions will begin to decline and their spiritual power will be exhausted.
The final symptom is not much different from that of a blasphemer.
It's like an addiction you can't quit.
If you take too much, you will become a monster, if you take too little, you will also become a monster.
Ever since they started using the Killing Stone, they have entered a strange circle.
Moreover, with the passage of time, generation after generation, accumulating and accumulating, all god-givers, and even ordinary monks, will rely more and more on the Killing Stone, until it is beyond redemption.
Muyan looked at the junior uncle: "Qi Kiss said you need that Kushi stone? Is it okay to just give it to Mu Le Ge?"
Luo Yunxiao turned to look at her, her thin lips moved.
Just when Muyan thought he was about to answer.
Suddenly he said coldly: "Jun Muyan, how many times have you allowed yourself to fall into danger?"
The corner of Muyan's mouth twitched: "Cough... Little Martial Uncle, are you still angry?"
She wanted to explain very much, but in fact Zhu Shenwu couldn't hurt her.
But the young master's expression was too terrifying, she couldn't even explain it.
"Oh, why is the master willing to be angry with you, Meiyanyan! Even if the master is really angry, as long as you rush forward to give a sweet kiss, the master will have already... oh oh oh oh!! Master, please forgive me! Kissing will never happen again How dare you talk nonsense!!"
Luo Yunxiao looked coldly at Kiss which was held in its hands, her expression was stern, and she no longer had the usual connivance.
"Who told you to go to Mu Le Pavilion to steal things?"
Chi Kiss said aggrievedly: "But, but that is not an ordinary thing, it is the dead stone that you want, master. Woohoo... Master, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to make my own decisions in the future. OK?"