Secret Realm Chapter 209 Motive

Secret Realm Chapter 209 Motive

He forcefully flicked Zhang Yun's palm away.

"Who dares to touch my disciples?"

At the same time, an indifferent voice resounded, spreading throughout the hall with an aura of the peak of the God Transformation Stage.

"Um?"

Zhang Yun's eyes narrowed, and he saw a middle-aged figure with long hair, rich clothes, and the aura of a superior person emerging from Mu Wenxuan.

Mu Wenxuan was stunned when he saw this, and soon became overjoyed: "Master...Master!!"

The middle-aged figure glanced at him and saw that his skin was dry and his vitality was gone. His face suddenly turned cold: "Who did this?"

"he!"

Mu Wenxuan immediately pointed at Zhang Yun: "Master, it's him!!"

The eyes of the middle-aged shadow suddenly fell towards Zhang Yun, and the pressure of the peak of the divine transformation stage came directly towards him.

Zhang Yun faced this pressure without changing his expression.

This calm gesture made the middle-aged Xuying narrow his eyes and ask in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Are you from South Treasure Pavilion?"

Zhang Yun did not answer, but looked at the middle-aged shadow and asked.

The middle-aged shadow frowned and said calmly: "I am the second master of the South Treasure Pavilion, Gu Chuan!"

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows.

Before he could continue, he heard Mu Wenxuan shout: "Master, kill him quickly, this man wants to put his disciple to death!!"

The middle-aged shadow's face darkened, and the peak pressure of the God Transformation stage was directed at Zhang Yun, and his tone was cold: "Why did you attack my disciple?"

"Your disciple is a demon cultivator, do you know that?"

Zhang Yun continued to ask questions.

The middle-aged shadow's expression condensed and he immediately looked at Mu Wenxuan.

A trace of panic flashed across Mu Wenxuan's eyes, but he quickly calmed down and shouted angrily: "Don't slander me! I am a righteous monk!!"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yun chuckled and stepped forward.

boom!

But before he could get closer, a handprint fell from the middle-aged shadow beside him.

Zhang Yun jumped out of the way.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged shadow said coldly: "Whether my disciple is a demon cultivator or not, it is not your turn to test. Now retreat immediately, I will not pursue any further investigation..."

brush!

Before he could finish his words, a wave of sword energy had already passed through the air and cut off a section of the middle-aged shadow's arm.

"It seems that you, the South Treasure Pavilion, don't care about demon cultivators!"

Zhang Yun held the Crazy Night Sword, his face instantly indifferent: "In that case, then don't hinder me!!"

brush!

With that said, another wave of sword energy struck out.

"court death!"

The middle-aged shadow was furious, and the peak pressure of the God Transformation Stage erupted, and he shot out with his only remaining left hand.

Peng!

The sword energy wave collapsed, and Zhang Yun's figure behind it also collapsed.

died?

The middle-aged figure was startled.

This person who was unflinching even when he was at the peak of his divine transformation stage, has this little strength?

He didn't take action immediately just now because he was afraid of this. After all, the energy of his soul...

"not good!"

Just as he was thinking about what he suddenly sensed, his expression changed.

Looking up, he saw Zhang Yun's figure appearing above his head.

"stop!!"

The middle-aged shadow shouted loudly.

But Zhang Yun didn't hesitate and slashed straight down with his sword.

Directly split the middle-aged shadow's entire soul shadow body into two.

Puff! !

It was cut into two pieces and exploded in the hall.

"This this……"

Mu Wenxuan opened his mouth wide with disbelief on his face.

not good!

Seeing Zhang Yun looking towards him at this moment, his face turned pale and he got up without hesitation and ran wildly inside and outside the hall.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yun raised a flying sword, wrapped in dark blue witchcraft power, and shot out.

call out!

puff!

"ah--"

With a scream, Mu Wenxuan, who had just rushed out of the hall, was directly pierced by a flying sword through his thigh and fell to the ground.

"Do not kill me!"

Seeing Zhang Yun flying over at the same time, Mu Wenxuan quickly shouted: "I know a secret! A secret you definitely want to know!!"

"Um?"

Zhang Yun was startled and said: "Tell me and listen!"

"If you let me go, I will... ah!"

Mu Wenxuan started to speak, but was interrupted by his own scream.

Zhang Yun cut off his right arm with a sword. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the opponent's neck and said indifferently: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms in front of me!"

Mu Wenxuan's face turned pale, and he felt the sharp pain on his neck, but he still spoke: "Feng Yuan, your sect's third elder Feng Yuan is also a demon cultivator, and he has poisoned you!!"

"Is this the secret you mentioned?"

Zhang Yun looked at him.

Mu Wenxuan was not surprised to see him at all, his face was full of astonishment: "You... aren't you surprised?"

"Is something that has been known for a long time considered a secret?"

Zhang Yun chuckled.

When he discovered that Feng Yuan was a demon cultivator, he had already guessed that his poison was probably related to him.

"you know?"

Mu Wenxuan was stunned.

Zhang Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and pointed the tip of his sword downward.

"Wait! Don't you want to know his motives!?"

Blood oozed from his neck, causing Mu Wenxuan's expression to change drastically, and he shouted quickly.

"Um?"

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

motivation?

He had indeed thought about this, but could never think of a reason.

After all, Feng Yuan had no grudges against him. Even if Feng Yuan, as a demon cultivator, wanted to attack others, he should not poison him alone. He has never quite understood the other party's motives.

But Feng Yuan was dead, so he didn't bother to think about it.

Now that Mu Wenxuan said it, he felt a little curious.

"I don't want to die!"

Mu Wenxuan said quickly: "As long as you spare my life, I can tell you everything I know!!"

Zhang Yun didn't answer, just looked at him lightly.

This look made Mu Wenxuan a little hairy, especially the cold and sharp feeling of the sword tip against his neck, which made him feel as if he had already felt the breath of death.

"Sacrifice!"

He quickly shouted: "Feng Yuan poisoned you because he wanted to use you as a sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice?"

Zhang Yun was startled and confused: "What do you mean?"

"I can't verbalize this..."

Mu Wenxuan said, pointing to his own mouth.

Zhang Yun understood and took out the paper and pen.

He doesn't seem to have mentioned using pen and paper yet. Is this guy so good at understanding?

Mu Wenxuan was stunned.

"What are you doing standing still? Write!"

The tip of Zhang Yun's sword touched the opponent's neck, and there was suddenly a trace of blood.

Mu Wenxuan trembled and quickly picked up a pen and quickly wrote down the content.

Not two minutes later.

"Wind Demon Lord?"

Zhang Yun looked at what the other person had written, and a name instantly attracted his attention.

When he was on Nanbao Island, the leader of the Lingxian Sect mentioned to him the three major demons of the Southern Territory. This Wind Demon Lord is one of them, ranking above the Shadow Demon Lord, and he is also a demon cultivator of the Southern Feng Demon Sect.

What surprised him was.

This Wind Demon Lord is actually Feng Yuan’s master!

Feng Yuan's motive for him is because his potential has reached level seven and he can be used as a sacrifice for the magic book.

Within the Nanfeng Demon Sect, there is a magic book made of the flesh and blood of the demons, which records the sacred laws of the demons. The holy law of the demon clan is a treasure for demon cultivators.

I just want to open this magic book and need sacrifices.

A batch of sacrifices with sufficient growth potential is needed.

And Feng Yuan targeted him because his potential was enough to serve as a suitable sacrifice!

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