Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 410 You were in a deep sleep just now and didn’t know anything, do you understand?

Feng Yichen's heart suddenly tightened, and the force on his knuckles gradually weakened. Before he let go, Mu Huayan walked in expressionlessly, all the way to Xingjiu Pavilion and found the ancient book.

The way to save him is to find someone to die in his place, so that the backlash of the reversal spell on him can be eliminated.

But it is not easy to eliminate the backlash of this magic. The person who dies in place of the enemy must be a cultivator at the level of Immortal King or Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

It would take ten Immortal Kings or Middle Dao Realms to completely eliminate the backlash in his body, or eight Extreme Wild Realms, five Peak Ancestor Realms, and one Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"But the caster will be bombarded by thunder continuously. Once started, it cannot be interrupted, otherwise the person who is hit will be turned into dust."

After she finished her search, she walked out of Xingjiu Pavilion and happened to run into Feng Yichen who was walking towards her beside a big tree. She pondered for a moment, then walked up to him, bowed and said, "Disciple bids farewell to Master."

Her tone was cold and emotionless. She then took out a jade token and handed it to Feng Yichen. She also handed over the Ice Phoenix Bracelet and the Clear Glass Phoenix Hairpin that he had given her after erasing her consciousness.

"and many more."

Mu Huayan did not stop for fear that she would burst into tears. Feng Yichen's heart was chilled to the extreme and hurt to the extreme when he saw her being so resolute.

He quickly followed her, grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward, hugged her, and whispered, "Don't leave, okay?"

Mu Huayan was stunned for a moment, then snorted sarcastically, "Could it be that Sect Master Feng intends to use his beauty to serve others in the sect?"

Feng Yichen was slightly startled and then gently pushed her away, but what he saw was her cold and disdainful look. She withdrew her gaze and ruthlessly pushed his hand away and left without looking back.

Feng Yichen was left standing there in a daze. With his spiritual sense, he saw Mu Huayan supporting Song Yunmo and walking out of the sect without looking back.

But what she didn't know was that Feng Yichen had just cast a spell mark on her.

He looked at the figure gradually going away with great reluctance and sadness. The Ice Phoenix Bracelet and the Clear Glass Phoenix Hairpin kept flashing as if trying to keep Mu Huayan.

"Master Feng, are you just going to let her go like this?"

A voice came from the Ice Phoenix Bracelet. Feng Yichen hesitated for a long time but did not answer. His pair of blue eyes, as bright as stars, hid a hint of coldness.

He was neither panicked nor angry, he just looked at the sky calmly as if everything was under control...

Mu Huayan brought people to a remote mountain in Yunhan Town and spread the news that she was there.

She chose several perfect locations to carve marks and runes. After a few hours, the formation was completed and she waited for the fish to take the bait.

As soon as the thought sank in, he detected the presence of many cultivators, most of whom were at the Middle Dao Realm and Extreme Desolation Realm. In less than half an hour, nearly a hundred cultivators had gathered.

"Who spread the news? There's no sign of the God of Slaughter."

"If we can catch him and send him to Chu Mingchuan, wouldn't that be a huge profit?"

"But this God of Killing is so powerful, can we kill her?"

"I guess she must have been seriously injured, otherwise why would she come to such a remote place."

"......"

Some people searched for a long time but found no clues and started to leave. In the end, only about 20 people were left.

Seeing that the time had come, she calmly walked out of a forest. When she passed by them, she attracted their attention and they drew their swords and attacked her without hesitation.

After a few breaths, only ten people were left out of the twenty. Several people from the Extreme Desolation Realm were led by her to the center of the formation and could not move.

"W-what did you do to them."

Mu Huayan did not say anything but walked among them with a short blade in hand. The biting cold wind with murderous intent swept past them and screams followed.

There happened to be eight extremely desolate cultivators gathered together. When they activated the formation, a large red and black formation suddenly appeared in the sky. The formation was filled with terrifying black energy and murderous aura.

Then, dozens of whirlpools formed in the sky. In the center of the whirlpools, there were flashes of fierce lightning. The eight people in the center of the whirlpools let out bursts of wailing.

She ignored the unconscious Song Yunmo and helped him into the center of the formation and activated it. This formation was divided into three layers: the sky layer, the middle layer, and the ground layer.

The formations in the sky and on the ground are used to transmit spiritual power. The spiritual power is directly transmitted to the middle layer of the formation, where the eight people are located, and Song Yunmo in the center of the formation.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged into the formation in the middle like a vortex, and a special black rune fell on the eyebrows of the eight people.

She stood beside the formation, forming seals and chanting some ancient runes, but lightning from the sky was already striking her, from the first one or two to the current intensive attacks.

She was slightly injured after being struck by dozens of thunderbolts. With the naked eye, she could see a red glow around Song Yunmo, and then a mark appeared on his chest.

Maybe he heard the sound or maybe the backlash in his body had dissipated a lot, so he woke up.

He looked at several formations and found that she was using some ancient magic. Feeling that something was wrong, he tried to struggle but to no avail and was also silenced.

More intense thunderbolts struck her mercilessly, scarlet blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and the mark on Song Yunmo's chest had faded halfway.

The powerful magic energy and strong spiritual power fluctuations attracted the attention of many people. We must successfully transfer the backlash force before they arrive.

But her consciousness has detected the aura of a strong man fifty miles away. Although ordinary people cannot get close to this formation or they will be implicated, once the attack is interrupted, Song Yunmo will die.

So she had to speed up the seal-making process and inject the spiritual power in her body into the formation. When several thunderbolts struck, the three of them also disappeared.

"Not enough, it has to be faster."

The sweat on her forehead dripped faster and faster. The spiritual power in her body was losing exponentially and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles had been exhausted.

Finally, his efforts paid off. All the marks on his body had been transferred to the remaining people, and he stopped the operation of the formation. As the energy was pulled away, the formation also broke apart.

She just felt dizzy and her vision was blurry, then she lost her strength and fell down. Song Yunmo came to her side with distress in his eyes to check on her situation.

He found that her meridians were severely damaged and her spiritual power was almost exhausted. He had to take her to heal her as soon as possible, so he wiped out the remaining aura and traces around her.

As soon as they left, several masters at the peak of the realm arrived here, but they were surprised to find nothing.

On the way back to the palace, the swallowtail butterfly wanted to help its master heal his wounds, but after thinking for a while, he smiled and did not take action.

When Bai Lu wanted to heal her, Feng Die slapped him in the face and threatened him angrily, "You were asleep just now and didn't know anything, understand?"

Bai Lu shook his head and then nodded. In the end, he didn't dare to say anything more and lowered his head, but he raised his head again and again to sneak a peek at her expression at the moment.

"What's going to happen next is not something you, a deer, can peek at. Go to sleep!"

Bai Lu was unconvinced and showed a disdainful expression. He raised his front hooves and whistled, and heavy breath gushed out of his nostrils. Then the swallowtail butterfly smiled foolishly, "I didn't expect that a butterfly like me could..."

But the next moment, everything went black and she couldn't see anything. She was as listless as a wilted flower. "The master's spiritual power is running out, and his meridians are damaged. Now he can't see the situation at all..."

Song Yunmo brought her directly to the Tingzhu Palace, went to the pharmacy to get a lot of herbs, ground them up and fed them into her body, and then took her to a spacious back garden.

Put her into the formation to draw out the thunder in her body, and then quickly bring her back to the bathing pool in the Thunder Bamboo Palace.

The maid took off her clothes and put her into the medicine pool, then left the room and waited outside the door. Song Yunmo tied his eyes with a black bandage and went into the bath to heal her wounds.

After a few days, Mu Huayan's eyelashes moved and her breathing gradually became even. When she opened her eyes slightly, she saw a vaguely familiar environment.

She covered her chest and coughed a few times, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. When she turned around, she saw Song Yunmo, who was ten feet away from her, healing her wounds.

She shuddered and took a few steps back. He noticed the movement and explained, "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of villain."

"You go out first. Now that I'm awake I can heal myself."

The aroma of medicine lingering in Mu Huayan's nose made her feel more awake and relieved. Song Yunmo turned around and groped for the building based on his memory. He walked out of the medicine pool and took off the belt after getting ashore with a splash.