After explaining everything, the last bit of Profound Qi in the Heavenly Secret Divine Craftsman's body was burnt up. His expression slowly stiffened and a faint smile hung on his face.
Finally, he sat down cross-legged.
Just like the old monk had passed away.
At this moment.
Everyone chased after him. When Bai Mei saw that his master was dead, he immediately shouted, "Master!"
"Sigh …"
"The number one blacksmith in the Primordial World!"
Murong Xiong walked out of the space and glanced at the Heavenly Secret Divine Craftsman. He sighed with some regret, then looked at the sky and said: "It's all because of this damned Tian Clan."
"Xiao Fei, what do you plan to do next?"
Long Fei looked at Murong Xiong and said: "Are you really my uncle?"
Murong Xiong immediately said: "Of course, how could it be fake?"
Long Fei said: "Then you must know where my mother is, right?"
He had never forgotten the middle-aged woman that appeared in his mind. He had never forgotten that everything that she did was to protect him.
His memory was sealed, but Long Fei had a deep impression of her.
He knew that it was his mother, the person who treated him the best in this world. Murong Xiong was stumped. He smiled bitterly and said, "Ever since your mother returned from a low-grade plane, she only returned to the Mu Clan once. Furthermore, it was the Mu Clan of the Ancient World. At that time, the Dragon Race and the Heaven Race both wanted to capture her. That arrogant father of mine, who is also your grandfather, did not agree.
I also came to the Primordial World and after that, your mother suddenly disappeared. Not to mention me, even your grandfather doesn't know where she is. "
"However, there is one thing I can confirm, your mother is definitely still alive." Murong Xiong said very confidently, "Everyone in the Mu family has a kind of power. No matter where they go, they will be connected to the Mu family in that plane. Once this connection is broken, that person will also die.
Your mother and the Mu Clan's power connection is still there, so don't worry, she is definitely alive. "
As long as one was alive, then everything was possible.
It was just that …
Murong Xiong didn't know what Mu Wan 'er was going through.
He didn't know what she had sacrificed to protect Long Fei, but the only reason her connection with the Mu Clan hadn't been cut off was because she had a super strong cultivator protecting her with a divine treasure.
It was also because of this that he could barely survive.
Murong Xiong did not know about this. No one knew about it except for Mu Wan'er.
Murong Xiong said, "Compared to your mother, I think you should be more concerned about your father. After the Dragons left the Long family and returned to the Primordial World, they were immediately betrayed by Long Wushen and suppressed by the Heavenly Race. One by one, they were sent to various planes to act as gatekeepers."
"Your father is even worse off."
"Directly imprisoned in the Dragon Abyss Black Dungeon. Do you know what kind of place that is? In that kind of place … even if you want to die, you can't! "
In less than half an hour, the Black Dungeon of Dragon Abyss was mentioned again!
The mention of his father.
Long Fei clenched his fists tightly and thought to himself, "Long Wushen, Mystic Thearch, just you wait!"
Sensing Long Fei's aura fluctuating, Murong Xiong said, "Don't be anxious. I've asked around, and your father is still alive. It's just that he's in a bit of pain. He won't die anytime soon."
"However!"
"If you want to save your father, it won't be that easy. First, you have to enter the Ancient World, but the passageway between the Primordial World and the Ancient World is controlled by the Heavenly Race. Unless you get the permission of the Mystic Thearch, you won't be able to enter at all …"
Without waiting for Murong Xiong to finish.
Long Fei immediately said, "Then I'll destroy the Mystic Thearch."
Murong Xiong's eyes immediately shook and flashed with excitement. "Are you going to make a move against the Heavenly Race?"
"Hahaha …"
"I knew you couldn't hold back your anger."
"I've been unhappy with the Heavenly Race for a long time. They really think they're gods, the rulers of the world. Pfft, what does he, the Mystic Thearch, count as?"
"Damn it, Xiao Fei, what do you want me to do?" Murong Xiong was very excited. He couldn't wait to immediately kill his way to the Divine Palace.
Trampling on the Heavenly Race's grandsons one by one would be satisfying.
Long Fei said, "Arrange for the people of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to enter Liberty City. You can't force them to do anything for Liberty City, and you can't control their departure."
Murong Xiong immediately said, "No problem."
"What else?"
Long Fei said, "Nothing else!"
"What?"
Murong Xiong's eyes were shocked. He looked at Long Fei in shock and said, "Dealing with the Heavenly Race is such a big thing. As an uncle, don't I have anything to do?"
Long Fei said very simply, "Nothing!" Murong Xiong said, "Do you know what realm I am at? I'm at the top of the Primordial World. I'm at the Supremacy Realm, and I can control the secret of space. I can also easily kill the Grand Elders of the Heavenly Race. Are you sure you don't have anything to tell me? For example, going to the Divine Palace with you? More than that.
For example, killing a few of the Mystic Thearch's direct disciples? "
Long Fei said, "Are you very strong?"
Murong Xiong said proudly, "Of course."
Long Fei immediately poured a bucket of cold water on him and said, "Are you as strong as the Mad King?"
Murong Xiong was stunned on the spot. The Mad King was completely abnormal. When he killed those Heavenly Race Elders, the aura on his body directly crushed them. Moreover, the aura that burst out of the Mad King's body made Murong Xiong feel that he had the power to ignore the laws.
Murong Xiong grinned and said, "He is a foreign expert. We can't compare."
Long Fei said, "Are you as strong as my junior brother?"
Murong Xiong said, "Little Fei, we are from the Primordial World. We don't compare with foreign experts."
Long Fei said, "Are you as strong as the Eight Great Vajra?"
Murong Xiong said, "Well, I'll go and arrange the evacuation of the people from the Secret Pavilion."
He was like a frosted eggplant.
He didn't have any spirit at all.
He was beaten black and blue by Long Fei.
Murong Xiong left dejectedly. Long Fei looked at him and said, "The Heavenly Race is very likely to attack Liberty City. Uncle, you have to be more careful."
Long Fei didn't say it, but in his heart, he admitted that he was really an uncle.
Moreover.
He could feel that Murong Xiong had sent someone to protect him in the space immediately, and he was very grateful.
Hearing Long Fei call him 'uncle', Murong Xiong was extremely happy. He said, "Don't worry, although your uncle can't compare to the people you mentioned just now, I'll kill every single one of those Heavenly Race dregs that come."
Long Fei suddenly said, "There are many ancient experts in the Heavenly Race …"
Murong Xiong rolled his eyes and revealed an expression that said, "I don't want to talk to you."
The Mad King and the Little Daoist Priest walked over.
Xiao Bai and the others also walked over, but they didn't approach Long Fei.
They knew that Long Fei was going to attack the Heavenly Race, and they couldn't help at all.
Long Fei looked at them and said, "Wait for my return in Liberty City."
Looking at them one by one, Long Fei turned around and said, "Let's go!"
He didn't want to stay any longer. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it.
…
In another place.
In a certain forbidden forest in the Primordial World.
"Boom!"
The mountain cracked, and a force shot out. The surrounding ten thousand miles were instantly enveloped by a purple mist.
"Buzz!"
The purple mist suddenly retracted and instantly returned to a man's body.
The man was very young.
He looked quite handsome.
The purple mist coiled around him like battle qi.
He opened his eyes slightly. "Phew."
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