In the evening, Elder Sun came to Su Muzha again.

There is nothing else. In today's battle, the two sects really fought to a miserable situation, and even one of the old monsters in the Nascent Soul fell.

Especially because of Su Muzhe, it was precisely because of his 33-day God-Locking Formation that the ancestors of the Hutian Dao Sect were even more seriously injured.

If the cultivators of Hutian Dao Sect wanted to kill Su Muzhe before, they were mostly to maintain the majesty of the sect, then now they wanted to kill Su Muzhe, more for blood feud.

No matter what, Su Muzha is no longer suitable for continuing to appear on the battlefield.

Su Muzhe himself knew about this, so he had just met Elder Sun and had not waited for Elder Sun to speak, but Su Muzhe performed the rituals here, which seemed extremely formal.

"My wife, you are...why are you doing this great gift?"

Su Muzhe looked sad, as if he felt guilty in his heart.

"I am ashamed of me. I have concealed some things from my senior, but I always feel that I can't speak up. Now I have reached the point where I have to say it."

Elder Sun looked surprised, as if he had never thought that Su Muzhe would say this. There was a more complicated look in his eyes. He didn't know what to think about, but his voice was still calm.

"Oh? I don't know what it is? It's okay."

Su Muzhe no longer bowed, but his face was still respectful and his guilt became stronger.

"My younger generation... are not casual cultivators."

Elder Sun seemed to suddenly realize and smiled, "Oh? I don't know where my nephew went? Which demonic giant is, I have thought about it. If I were born as a casual cultivator, my nephew would definitely not be able to achieve such invincible power. If I said that I would conceal this matter, it would be reasonable. Now that I have opened it, why would I get angry?"

Elder Sun really doesn't look like a demonic person. When he took action that day, Su Muzhe also glanced at him. This now kind old man fought with others, but he was fierce and powerful. Now he has kind eyes. If he put on a Taoist robe, he would believe it if he was the elder of Hutian Dao Sect.

Having said that, Su Muzhe respectfully took out Chu Han's token from his arms.

"Senior Gao Yi, I am even more frightened. Speaking of which, I am accused of being from a famous sect, but I have never witnessed the sect yet. This is the token of the family master, saying that I can go to the Xuanyue Demon Sect and recognize my ancestors and return to the sect."

"Hunyue Demon Sect? I wonder if Master Ling is?"

"My teacher, Xuanlong Peak, the head of the head."

Even Elder Sun's cunning now changed his face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he looked straight at the token in Su Muzhe's hand.

Above the token, there is an ink black dragon flying. This token he had seen more than a hundred years ago!

Of course, what is important is not the token, nor the ink-colored black dragon, but the breath of Chu Han contained on it!

The powerful Nascent Soul!

But Elder Sun seemed to face the heavenly chasm, and he looked up at the mountains, and in an instant, he felt breathless.

His pale face also turned a little red.

Both are in the Nascent Soul realm, but there are also differences between levels and levels, which is obviously extremely obvious now.

Elder Sun looked at Su Muzhe in surprise. Su Muzhe used this to activate his body. As the qi and blood rolled, a dragon roar was faintly heard. It was hard to detect, but it was captured by Elder Sun.

As the leader of the Southern Region’s Demonic Dao and one of the nine peaks, how could Elder Sun not recognize this as the “Black Dragon Demon Sutra”?

Even Elder Sun had already changed his expression after counting breaths.

"Haha, my nephew is so lucky that he actually became a disciple of fellow Taoist Moli. It is said that the battle between good and evil hundreds of years ago was between good and evil. Now the years have changed, but I never thought that fellow Taoist Moli's disciples are already invincible."

"Senior, praise it."

"Where is it? My nephew talked about this matter today to me, but he has already made up his mind?"

"That's right, I'm not hiding it from my seniors. In the battlefield of Yanmo Valley, I'm no longer suitable for me to take action. I'm afraid there will be life-and-life disaster. Now I heard that the sect is also fighting with the Buddhist Pure Land. Although my disciples have not returned to the sect, they are also happy that Xuanlong Peak is about to return to the sect on behalf of the master, which is also considered to be a recognition of the ancestors and the descendants."

Elder Sun stroked his beard and smiled even stronger.

In his eyes, how can we not compare the identity of an ordinary casual cultivator and a genius of the Holy Land sect, Daozi, is more precious.

After hearing the news about Xuanyue Demon Sect over the years, the head of Xuanlong Peak traveled around the world for several years, and now he is unknown. I guess this Mei Danzi is the disciple he accepted on the way. Now he has returned with the identity token, and he is just thinking of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors.

But I heard that this son is old friend with Yu Yao again.

It is clear that he can return to the sect directly, but he comes to Yanmo Valley first and find Yu Yao.

Now it seems that both of them are the genius Daozi of the sect, and they are both demon Taoists. Yanmo Valley has a good relationship with the Xuanyue Demon Sect. If they wait for Mei Danzi to be promoted to Killing Pill, they may have visited several old men in Xuanlong Peak before, and if they can match the two...

Thinking of this, Elder Sun's mind became active in an instant, and his eyes looked at Su Muzha even more kind.

It’s not like looking at a virtuous nephew, but more like looking at a virtuous son-in-law.

"Well, the nephew is indeed not suitable to appear on the battlefield again. It is also a good idea to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors. However, the nephew, if you have time in the future, you can come to Yanmo Valley more often. You and Yu Yao are old friends, so you should walk more."

...

Three days later, Su Muzhe bid farewell to Yu Yao, who was a little resentful, and took Nixia. With the guidance of Elder Sun, the two avoided the battlefields of the two sects and galloped towards the location of the Xuanyue Demon Sect.

Along the way, Nixia's eyes at Su Muzha were even more complicated.

"Why do you think of me like this?"

Nixia shook her head: "When I was protecting you three days ago, I only knew that the woman was mysterious and never thought that she was the leader of Xuanlong Peak! That was the old monster of Nascent Soul! She was so detained by you. Now I only realized that you were plotting against others that day, and I really didn't blame others."

How can ordinary foundation-building monks make such a plan?

Su Muzhe just shook his head and smiled without saying much.

Looking into the distance, he seemed a little confused.

Twenty years ago, Su Muzhe took the path of demonic path that Xuanyue Demon Sect, but now he has returned to the sect in this way.

Su Muzhe knew that the treasures needed for the ancient Taoist law to promote the elixir are terrifying, and only the great sacred land sect can support it.

This is the foundation and cannot be avoided.

What's more, Su Muzhe also needs a stable environment to find opportunities to advance to form a pill.

There are countless sects in the Southern Demonic Dao, but Su Muzhe's appearance is like a rootless duckweed. Only Chu Han's identity token can give himself a true identity with the ins and outs.

Only in the Xuanyue Demon Sect can someone believe the stories he has made up.

...

Six days later, Xuanyue Demon Sect and Soul Refining Peak.

Yun Wanzhu walked into the Taoist Palace on the Peak.

Grandma Ghost Flower faced her back to the Tao Palace, sat upright on the slanted rock on the top of the mountain, penetrated deep into the clouds, and her figure was ethereal.

"Wanzhu, come here to be your teacher, what's the matter?"

"Master, there is a great perfect cultivator who came to knock on the mountain gate, holding the identity token of Master Moli, saying that he was the disciple of Master Master. The head teacher asked the uncle to go to see the ceremony. The disciple came to pass the message."
Chapter completed!