Chapter 57

The Ancient Magi Tribe was a primitive tribe. A skinny young man took a lunch box to the cave prison. The young man ignored the guards and walked into the depths of the prison with a cold expression. In the depths of the cave was a cultivator with four bare limbs and white bones. His scapula had been pierced by a personal wizard artifact, and his Dharmic powers were completely sealed. He could only use it to heal and maintain his life.

When Mu Junfeng saw the young man walking over, he looked up and said in a low voice, "Where's your mother?"

"Mother is the same as usual," the young man said in a low voice. He was the eldest son of Mu Junfeng and Wu Yuhan. After the two of them escaped to the Ancient Magi Tribe, they naturally brought him with them. However, the price he had to pay for being able to walk around was that his dantian had been destroyed, making him like a mortal.

"Is that so?" Mu Junfeng moved his body and heard the joints of his limbs creaking. He was only connecting them with Dharmic powers.

"Father." The young man quickly went forward and carefully helped him change his posture.

"Looking at the time, the Fiendcelestial should be born soon." Mu Junfeng stared at the ceiling of the cave with listless eyes. "When the time comes, I'm afraid your mother and I won't be able to escape death. If you want to, run for your life."

"Father!" The young man said sorrowfully, "My Golden Core has been destroyed. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this place for the rest of my life." It was not a bad thing for his family to die together.

Mu Junfeng was filled with regret. He had been too arrogant and thought that the Ancient Magi Tribe would respect him, the Son of God, and that he could maintain a balance between the Sorcerer God and the Magi Tribe and control the Ancient Magi Tribe. Unexpectedly, it led to a disaster. As the Fiend Fetus took shape, the Ancient Magi Tribe turned against them and completely put their family under house arrest.

"Why is it so chaotic outside?" Mu Junfeng seemed to have sensed something and asked the young man to go out and take a look.

The young man walked out of the cave and saw two guards outside looking flustered. However, after seeing the young man, the guard on the left kicked him into the cave. "It's none of your business! Get in! "

At last, he caught a glimpse of an octagonal purple star in the sky. The star fire fell, and the entire Ancient Magi Tribe's residence was plunged into a sea of fire.

The young man came in and reported to Mu Junfeng. Mu Junfeng's dead eyes suddenly lit up. "Starlight? Purple Qi? Good, good, child, you're not dead yet! "

"Cough cough …" Mu Junfeng coughed a few times before saying, "That person outside should be Daoist Xuan Hao of the Taixu Sect. I've met him a few times in the past." Mu Junfeng recalled that the Taoist had almost taken the blame for him. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid your chance of survival is still with him." Suddenly, Mu Junfeng felt a sharp pain in his heart. Mu Junfeng was in a trance and saw Wu Wu tribe struggling in the delivery room room. A black demonic hand stretched out from Wu Yuhan's stomach, and blood sprayed all over the room.

Wu Yuhan's belly was very big. After being pregnant for more than ten years, she looked like quadruplets. The demonic hand was covered in blood. It tore open Wu Yuhan's stomach, revealing a pair of bull horns on its head. It opened its mouth wide, and two rows of neat, sharp teeth swallowed Wu Yuhan's organs. Wu Yuhan had just given birth and her vitality was completely inherited by the Magus. Even her Golden Core Dao fruit was devoured by the Magus. Now, she was weak and defenseless. She watched the Magus eat her up bit by bit until she died.

Before he died, regret flashed through his heart from time to time. If I hadn't followed Brother Mu to the Ancient Magi Tribe, maybe nothing would have happened to us. Or he could stay in Jingyang Dao Sect with peace of mind. With his father's protection and her husband treating him well, he would not end up with a Qi Deviation. If I hadn't known Brother Mu, maybe I would still be a little A Female Nun in Frost Moon Palace. But Frost Moon Palace wouldn't have been destroyed by that Senior Brother …

Wu Yuhan's consciousness dissipated. Unfortunately, there were no ifs in the world.

"Nail my heart with the golden needle!" Mu Junfeng saw Wu Yuhan die and immediately reacted. His vitality was obviously absorbed by the Magus through the bloodline connection between father and son.

The young man was stunned. Mu Junfeng said sternly, "Use the Essence Locking Technique to protect your last breath. I have to fight for a chance for you to see Hyun Ho one last time."

The young man pursed his lips and opened the lunch box. The first layer was the magus medicine that Mu Junfeng used every day to preserve his life. The second layer was all kinds of muscle plasters to help him regrow his limbs. The third layer was all kinds of meat cutting tools. The golden needle was also here.

Other than delivering food to his father every day, the young man had to cut off Mu Junfeng's newly grown muscles and boil them into magus medicine for Wu Yuhan.

Every day, Mu Junfeng acted like a "pig" to make medicine for his wife. The reason why Mu Junfeng didn't go crazy was due to the training of the Heaven Devouring Demon Sect in the past.

The young man quickly took out a golden needle and pierced it into his heart. Mu Junfeng forcefully used the Essence Locking Technique to lock his vitality.

"Alright, don't let the Magus be born with the vitality of our husband and wife. This flaw is enough to kill him!" Mu Junfeng's forehead was dripping with sweat as he prayed for Jiang Yuanchen's victory.

Under the dazzling starlight, Jiang Yuanchen leaned against the North Star Dharma Form. With a flip of his left hand, the sea of fire suddenly became violent. Fire snakes surged and flowed, and butterflies appeared in the flames.

The butterflies fluttered, and each butterfly found a living creature according to the essence. With a light touch, the ancient magi's soul was absorbed by the butterflies, and they fell unconscious.

The golden butterflies flew all over the sky, wantonly harvesting the souls of the ancient magi, completely wiping them out.

"Hyun Ho!" A boy swept away the sea of fire and pointed at Jiang Yuanchen with an ebony staff.

The Grand Elder of the ancient magi had witnessed the glorious existence of the ancient magi in the past.

With a stern expression, Jiang Yuanchen knew that witchcraft was strange. The Grand Elder could constantly use a secret technique to reincarnate, so he did not take the attack head-on.

He took out the Fortune Storage Plate. Although this Star Dharma Treasure had not recovered its power as an immortal artifact, the most basic karma method was still there.

"The Wheel of Life and Death, Destruction of Karma." Jiang Yuanchen turned the jade plate, and an ethereal spiritual power enveloped him, completely eliminating his traces from the world, isolating him from the search of the witchcraft curse. However, the traces of karma could be broken, and he was still standing in the air.

His eyes flashed, and Jiang Yuanchen saw a few sorcerers beside him pulling their bows and arrows. The arrows shone with a red light. It was obviously a secret treasure left behind by the ancient magi, and it contained a mysterious witchcraft curse.

"Swoosh —" The sorcerer shot the arrow, and the red light illuminated the sky, hitting Jiang Yuanchen.

A blood mist exploded in the air, and a shrill scream rang out.

"It's done?" The sorcerer was excited. "This witchcraft weapon of mine was passed down by the Witch God in the past. Even an Essence Soul Venerable would not be able to resist it easily."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuanchen's voice rang in his ears. His slender right hand moved gently, and the sorcerer's wrist was cut off. Amidst the cries of pain, the bow and the remaining two arrows were held in Jiang Yuanchen's hands.

"How is this possible?" The sorcerer was shocked. "How could you resist the power of the Soul Shattering Arrow?" Enduring the pain, he asked the question in his heart.

"I couldn't resist it, so your companion's soul was damaged by you." Jiang Yuanchen pointed to the sky. A black-robed sorcerer had appeared where Jiang Yuanchen was just now. The sorcerer's chest was pierced by an arrow, and his physical body was destroyed. His soul was firmly locked on by the bow and arrow, and it was completely destroyed in a heart-wrenching pain.

Illusion, Jiang Yuanchen's illusion could confuse all living things. How could they see it without entering the real state? He only needed to use the illusion to deceive their senses, and only a few of the sorcerers present would fall under his control.

Among the entire ancient sorcerer tribe, only the Great Elder reacted. "Everyone, be careful. Connect yourselves with the Sorcerer God's network, and use His Highness's Divine Eyes to see through the illusion." As he spoke, he cast a spell and recovered from a child's body to a healthy adult's.

"Oh? Forcefully releasing the spiritual power that has been accumulated for thousands of years? "Jiang Yuanchen's eyes rippled. He held up the Purple Star Dipper with both hands, and the butterflies that filled the sky were absorbed into the dipper. Each butterfly symbolized the soul of an ancient sorcerer tribesman. Now, except for a few dozen people, the souls of all the ancient sorcerers were in Jiang Yuanchen's dipper.

"I'm not going to play with you guys anymore. The Taoist priest has something to do." The dipper burned with purple heavenly fire, and the souls inside were annihilated by him into Connate Divine Light and returned to the world. As for Jiang Yuanchen himself, he transformed into a flock of dazzling seven-colored butterflies that flew in all directions.

In the cave prison, a butterfly flew to the side of Mu Junfeng and his son, and turned into the figure of Jiang Yuanchen. "Long time no see."

"Brother Jiang, long time no see." Mu Junfeng raised his head with difficulty and looked at the cold man in front of him. He remembered that the first time he met Jiang Yuanchen was in the Spiritual State. At that time, he pretended to be a Daoist cultivator and asked him for directions.

There were not many grudges between Mu Junfeng and Jiang Yuanchen. It was just that Mu Junfeng could not let it go. Now that he was about to die, he had thrown everything to the back of his mind. Mu Junfeng pointed at his son beside him with difficulty. "Daoist, please take care of my son."

Jiang Yuanchen remained silent as he sized up the young man beside him. He had come for this young man because this young man had a lot of Central Prefecture's providence, as well as a portion of the Jingyang Daoist Sect's cultivation technique.

Moreover, Mu Junfeng had personally asked Jiang Yuanchen to take him in. The effect was better than Jiang Yuanchen taking in this young man himself.

"I used a secret technique to seal the essence energy, so the Great Black Sky Demonic God cannot perfect his cultivation technique." Mu Junfeng's voice was hoarse. "As for how to deal with the Demonic God, Daoist only needs to search my soul after I die. I will only pass my Golden Core to this kid of mine. "

Jiang Yuanchen nodded and put on airs. "Fine, we are acquaintances after all. I will bring this kid back. As for his future, let him fight for it himself."

Mu Junfeng blinked as his aura gradually weakened.

"Father!" The young man hurried forward. Suddenly, a black wind blew past. Jiang Yuanchen felt a chill run down his spine while the young man shivered in the cold. Mu Junfeng was completely dead as a wisp of essence energy floated towards the door.

Reaching out, Jiang Yuanchen forcefully grabbed the wisp of essence energy and said with a smile, "Great Black Sky! Are you still not coming out!? "

A divine might came from the door. Sensing that something was amiss, a mirror appeared behind Jiang Yuanchen. Grabbing Mu Junfeng and his son, the three walked into the mirror. The young man stood in the mirror and sized up the outside world.

Black wind surged as a fiendcelestial the size of a baby floated over. The black fog around him slowly surged, but when the black fog landed beside the mirror, it was purified by waves of light.

The mirror was the most commonly used ritual tool in the Daoist sects and even in sacrificial ceremonies. The Mirror of Incorruptible Chastity was the Dharma treasure of the fifth star of the Big Dipper. Standing in the mirror, all sorts of curses and sorcery could not harm Jiang Yuanchen.