"call..."

The sleeves are as big as the sky, sweeping up the wind and clouds of thousands of miles, swallowing up the sun and moon for nine days, and having the power to shake the sun, moon, and stars.

When Xiaotong saw everything in his sleeve and sent all the irrelevant people in Weiyang Palace out of Weiyang Palace, Wuming's eyes showed satisfaction.

This great magical power was taught by him back then. Now, after so many years, Xiaotong has also perfected it. Every move he makes has infinite power.

Wu Gang was horrified by this scene. He was lucky because Xiaotong did not send him out of Weiyang Palace. Perhaps, this was precisely because of his original words.

"Master, I sent them all away." Xiaotong said with a smile, that bright and brilliant smile, but it made Wuming feel sad to see him.

He slowly lifted the mask on his head, revealing a face that was even more childish than Xiaotong's. Xiaotong was stunned when he saw it.

Suddenly seeing a face that was younger than herself, Xiaotong was extremely surprised. Her deep eyes suddenly became stern, showing a wary look, and she said in a deep voice: "Who are you? My master doesn't look like this.

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"Don't worry, I am indeed your master - Wentian. It's just because the world of immortals and gods was destroyed in a battle that I became what I am now." Waving his hands, Wuming looked up to the sky and said sadly.

Hearing his words, both Xiaotong and Wu Gang couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. How is this possible for an immortal to fall? Doesn't it mean that as long as you become an immortal, you can survive countless calamities without being destroyed?

"Don't be so surprised. The so-called immortal is just a stage of our cultivation. Just like the body refining state and the qi refining state, it does not really mean immortality." It seemed that Xiaotong and Xiaotong were aware of the relationship.

Wu Gang was shocked, Wuming specially explained, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated.

If someone had told him this before, maybe he wouldn't have made such a rapid progress when he first entered the world of immortals.

If you make too many enemies before you are invincible, you will only bring yourself endless troubles.

"I think back then, we master and apprentice made a thousand-year agreement..." In order to make Xiaotong believe in him, Wuming deliberately said many things, such as the thousand-year agreement, the first time we met...

This made Xiaotong look ashamed immediately after hearing this. He opened his mouth and asked, hesitatingly, "Master, what about you..."

Xiaotong shouted from the bottom of his heart, master, without any doubt, because the things Wuming just said were all things that happened when they were master and disciple together and traveled the world together. It is impossible for outsiders to know about this.

It made him extremely excited and extremely ashamed.

However, when he thought about Wuming's death, he felt sad and angry again. In the depths of his eyes, as deep as the starry sky, there was a hint of hidden murderous intention, which was as cold as a bone.

Zhizi Mo Ruofu, although Wuming is not Xiaotong's father, but after so many years of getting along with him since the day they met, how could he not be able to see Xiaotong's emotions.

"Don't think about avenging me. It's not that I don't believe you, but your cultivation is too weak. You know, I was an Immortal Emperor at the beginning, but in the end, I didn't fall." Wuming said.

Bu Jing said nonstop, which made Xiaotong and Wu Gang swallow hard several times after hearing this, feeling endless horror in their hearts.

Although they didn't know how terrifying the Immortal Emperor was, the title "Emperor of Immortals" was enough to explain everything.

However, what they find hard to believe is that even such a terrifying existence has fallen. So they are not immortal beings. They are not even as good as ants. They have simply humbled themselves into the dust.

"But, Master..." Xiaotong wanted to say something more, but Wuming interrupted him before he finished speaking, saying: "I know what you mean, but that's why I can't let you do that.

You are in danger, and my enemies are too strong. Unless your cultivation reaches a certain level, I will not tell you their identities."

In order to stabilize Xiaotong, Wuming can only give Xiaotong a goal to work hard for. Otherwise, if he thinks about it all the time, given Xiaotong's temperament, it may be useless.

"Since Master said this, I will practice hard. When my cultivation level improves, Master, you have to tell me." Xiaotong said unwillingly, with stubborn persistence in his eyes.

"I will tell you when your cultivation reaches a certain height. As for you now, just practice with peace of mind!" Wuming nodded and promised.

Then, Wuming's suppressed voice gently echoed through the mountain top, saying: "Xiaotong, who did all this? Where is your senior brother?"

When Wuming said this, there was no wave in Wuming's voice, but Wu Gang and Xiaotong still felt deeply depressed, as if they were facing an active volcano that was about to explode, and they felt like they were about to suffocate.

Hearing Wuming's words, Xiaotong's eyes suddenly flashed with a flash of struggle and panic. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said with a guilty conscience: "Master, there is no one else but me who does this for the sake of cultivation."

"Xiaotong, I want to hear the truth!" Wuming's voice was a little louder, which made the struggle in Xiaotong's eyes even worse, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Master, don't ask, I will solve it myself." Xiaotong lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice.

"Xiaotong, raise your head, look into my eyes, tell me, is it him?" Wuming shouted in a deep voice, with an extremely complicated look in his dark eyes.

Hearing Wuming's words, Xiaotong's eyes widened instantly. He opened his mouth. Finally, he weakly lowered his head and said in a desolate tone: "It's him!"

Looking at the two masters and apprentices who seemed to be mute, Wu Gang felt that his brain was very weak. He couldn't figure out who the "he" mentioned by Wuming and Xiaotong was. How could it be so difficult for them to talk about it?

Woolen cloth.

"What a scoundrel!" Wuming gritted his teeth and spoke every word, murderous intent boiling in his body. Wu Gang's eyes widened immediately after hearing this. He never expected such a result.

The person who caused Xiaotong to be trapped here turned out to be another disciple of Wuming. This is so shocking!

"Where is he now?" Wuming clenched his fists, his dark eyes burning with furious flames.

At this time, no one could imagine how Wuming felt. The disciples were killing each other, which made him, the master, mad with hatred.

"Master, please take care of yourself!" Looking at the furious Wuming, Xiaotong's eyes filled with tears, and she knelt down directly, saying with a tone of begging in her tone.

Seeing Xiaotong's actions, the fingers of Wuming's clenched fist were white, and he lowered his head slightly. After a moment, he took a long breath and then slowly calmed down.

At this time, the anger on his face had completely subsided, and his whole person was like a vast ocean with turbulent waves, so calm that it made people feel depressed.

"Xiaotong, get up, I will give you an explanation for this matter." Helping Xiaotong up, Wuming had a look of regret in his eyes and said, "If I knew he would be like this, I shouldn't have been merciful to him in the first place.

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Chapter completed!