Chapter 693: There is a useless second child in my family
Wang Quan Baiye flew up on his sword and rushed towards the center of the thunder and lightning outside the circle.

Taoist Tianmen gave a hurried instruction and caught up with Wang Quanbaiye's speed. The old man and the young man rushed out of the circle.

Wang Quan Baiye looked around with great vigilance. He didn't know if it was because of the thunder and lightning, but he didn't notice anything unusual, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of danger.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, his brows slightly furrowed. The voice of Tianmen Taoist came from behind him, somewhat dissatisfied: "Don't be in a daze, look at both sides."

Wang Quan Baiye looked up and saw that the mist in the distance was rising again. It was actually gradually pouring in from some other place.

My heart was shaken, and I whispered, "Go quickly."

The two did not dare to stay and hurriedly flew towards the center of the lightning outside the circle on their swords, using all their strength to activate the magic weapon; time waits for no one!

After a dozen or so breaths, the two of them hurriedly landed on the ground. At a glance, the area where the lightning patterns were dense was almost burned into a black glass-like ground by lightning, and the lightning patterns were extremely clear.

"The land here has almost been refined into a magic weapon..."

Taoist Tianmen muttered, squatted down the mountain, and knocked on the ground. It was really like colored glaze, and the lightning patterns inside were the patterns of the instrument!
If this thing is slightly repaired and refined into a long sword magic weapon like lightning, the power of the Wen family's divine thunder can be taken to a higher level.

Then Taoist Tianmen shook his head. The divine thunder of the Wen family could not be compared with Murong Ji's sword formation at all.

Neither is a thing of the same level.

Looking up, the deep pit in the middle was dozens of feet wide, and it was all pitch-black glass. The lightning patterns became clearer as you got closer to the center.

In some places, the crackling sound when you step on it is extremely loud, just like stepping on frozen snow in winter.

But this time it was replaced by coke.

Wang Quan Baiye saw Murong Ji lying on the edge of the pit at a glance. He became anxious and was about to step forward.

Taoist Tianmen grabbed him and scolded him, "What are you doing! You are so reckless. You didn't save anyone and you got yourself into trouble!"

Taoist Tianmen pulled him behind him and walked forward carefully alone. He cast several Tianmen spells around Murong Ji, drawing them into a forbidden cage and slowly sealed Murong Ji inside.

Worried in his heart, he sealed it in other ways.

Then he raised his hand, and Murong Ji's whole body slowly floated in the air, gently floating up and down. Tianmen Taoist turned his head to look at the center of the deep pit, and quickly went down to cut out the black colored glaze in the center, a meter square, but it was covered with lightning patterns.

Just as he was about to carry it behind him, he heard Wang Quan Baiye say, "Senior Tianmen, use this."

Then, he took out a devouring bag and took the piece of colored glass behind Tianmen Taoist into it. Then, with a few flashes of sword light, he took away all the colored glass that could be used to refine weapons in the deep pit and put them into the devouring bag.

Taoist Tianmen looked up at the fog that was constantly rolling on both sides. He slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice: "You lead the way in front. We need to move fast and enter the circle before the surrounding fog rushes in."

Wang Quan Baiye did not say much. He flew away on his sword and reached high altitude. After making sure that Tianmen Taoist was following behind him, he sped up again and rushed towards the human border.

In a hurry, Wang Quan Baiye turned his head to look at both sides. The hazy fog kept rolling over, and its speed was no slower than theirs.

In less than half an hour, it is estimated that this place will be completely flooded again.

Murong Ji was originally not far from the human border, and the two of them soon approached the abyss at the human border.

Taoist Tianmen had been paying attention to Murong Ji's condition, and walked in all directions with worry and vigilance in his heart.

As the human border was in sight, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Murong Ji's previous arrangements.

He paused and said, "Is there any way to get rid of that formation?"

Wang Quan Baiye looked in the direction pointed by Tianmen Taoist and saw the Shenmu King Cauldron and the gray bead on the Shenmu King Cauldron.

They are all Murong Ji’s things.

Wang Quan Baiye nodded and said, "You can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, a square tripod was offered up. It was the Fulong Tripod.

At this time, the Fulong Ding was covered with cracks. Although it was slowly repairing itself, the speed was really not satisfactory. It was estimated that Wang Quanye would not see this repair in his lifetime.

Nowadays, the Fulong Ding can only barely maintain the shape of a tripod.

Wang Quan Baiye used the tripod to cover the entire formation and put it into the tripod. Only then did he and Tianmen Taoist cross the barrier left by the third young master.

Moving away from the abyss and landing on the scorched earth within the circle, the two men exhaled a breath of foul air at the same time.

In the following days, Wang Quanbaiye stayed at the border of the human race. He looked haggard and had lost his faith in Taoism. The youthful vigor was no longer seen.

Instead, there was silence.

If it weren't for Murong Ji and the other three people who needed his care, he might have been even more decadent.

Wang Quan Baiye sat in front of the city wall, staring at the thick fog that was gathering again outside the circle, in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a friction and creaking sound behind me, like opening a heavy wooden door, which was a bit harsh.

Not long after, Li Quzhuo, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly came to Wang Quan Baiye.

The two men were in a daze, staring blankly outside without saying a word. Their six brothers had died outside, and they only brought back their bodies.

Even they themselves almost died outside not long ago.

After a long silence, Wang Quan Baiye finally asked, "How are they?"

Li Quzhuo said slowly, "It's still the same as before. Junior sister and second brother's injuries have improved a lot, but... Chen Mi's injury has not improved." Wang Quan Baiye nodded and said nothing more.

"Someone from the Taoist Alliance is coming, and he's not far from here..." Li Quzhuo reminded.

After standing there blankly for a while, Li Quzhuo suddenly said, "They're here."

Wang Quanbaiye turned his head and looked to the other side, which was the territory of the human race.

In the distant sky, dense black dots gradually appeared and grew larger and larger. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be thousands of disciples of the Taoist Alliance.

He was no stranger to the leader, the leader of the Taoist Alliance and his own father.

The king is simple.

On the city wall, the two were speechless for a moment. This matter was too big. They couldn't suppress it even if they wanted to, especially after Murong Ji's sword formation.

Fighting fiercely outside the circle and then walking back alive was something that had never been imagined before. Even though only a few of them survived among the ten people, it still played a significant role.

At least, with accurate information from outside the circle, their Masked Group intends to uncover the truth about this world, and their goal has been achieved.

If from the beginning, the Fulong Ding had taken them across the human border, they could have found a place to hide.

But how can we support Murong Ji in that case? Are we just going to watch him die?
Nowadays, it can't be concealed at all.

Soon, Taoist Tianmen brought thousands of elite disciples from the border to welcome the leader of the Taoist Alliance.

Wang Quanshouzhuo did not say much, but just waved his hand to signal the disciples behind him to change guard.

The rotation period takes at least seven days. Once the disciples are familiar with the various functions of this position and how to deal with various emergencies, the other disciples can completely let go.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo walked to the top of the city wall and saw two younger generations, his own son and the second son of the Li family.

The three of them were silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Li Quzhuo sighed softly and said, "Uncle Wang Quan..."

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quan Shouzhuo slapped Wang Quan Baiye's face, which instantly became red and swollen. He used quite a bit of force.

The father and son still didn't say a word. Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at his son's gray temples, which had damaged his foundation and cost him a lifetime.

I was filled with mixed emotions at the moment, and I couldn't describe how I felt. I could only remain silent.

Suddenly, there was a cry from under the city wall, "My son! My son! Don't scare me!"

"Wuji! Ah!! Why are you acting so crazy!"

“Yue’er… Yue’er!”

……

The former high-ranking officials of the Taoist Alliance and the respectable patriarchs of aristocratic families no longer cared about dignity at this moment.

The crying woke up the three people, and they just came back to their senses. Wang Quan Shouzhuo put his hands behind his back with a tired look and said in a deep voice: "Go and give an explanation to your uncles."

"Yes." Wang Quan Baiye bowed.

Watching Wang Quan Shouzhuo leave, Wang Quan Baiye sighed softly. What he least wanted to face were the patriarchs of the Taoist Alliance, especially the fathers of his brothers.

How can I put it into words? But there is no way to avoid this matter.

Never before had he felt that the footsteps were so heavy. Wang Quanbaiye's heart was trembling. Before they came, he had thought of all kinds of words in his mind, either begging for mercy or begging for death.

But now, the most difficult things to face are precisely those gazes and those cries.

"Brother, let's go together... together."

Wang Quan Baiye nodded, pushed Li Quzhuo's wheelchair, and came to the town below the city.

I walked through the crowd and came to the yard. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the old lady of the Qing family.

Madam Qing said nothing. Her face was covered with tears, but she looked respectable. She just nodded at the two of them and turned to walk into the courtyard.

The two opened their mouths, wanting to explain something, or say something to comfort them, but when the words came to their lips, no words came out.

He walked into the yard with his head held high, and amid the waves of crying, his whole body trembling as if he was being tortured to death.

When he walked in front of everyone, there was no one question or accountability.

There were only the suppressed cries of the heads of the Taoist Alliance. The arrival of the two of them seemed to deprive these people of the right to cry out loud.

At this moment, Wang Quan Baiye's remaining Taoist spirit completely collapsed. His whole body went limp, and he could only hold on to Li Quzhuo's wheelchair to barely stand.

"My dear nephew Wang Quan... I have a useless second son in my family, so I will... I will give him to you... He is not as capable as Mu Shenqi, so... please don't despise him."

The head of the Mu family had a face full of snot and tears, which were almost frozen together, making his old face look even more miserable.

(End of this chapter)