The scene changed again. A thousand years had passed, and the Immortal Crane Sect was about to welcome its biggest day of celebration.
Mu Zifeng, who had become the direct disciple of the Sect Master, had also grown into a distinguished and elegant figure.
In the younger generation, his cultivation realm was second only to the Eldest Senior Brother.
Many of the older generation even thought that the Eldest Senior Brother and Eldest Senior Brother had surpassed them.
As the successor of the first Sect Master, the Eldest Senior Brother naturally replaced the Sect Master to welcome the guests.
Mu Zifeng was busy arranging the meals for the important people at the back.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
When the guests arrived, the wedding banquet began. When the bride and groom toasted together, the people in the sect found that the bride had died in front of the dressing mirror.
Looking at the bride who was killed with a sword, the groom almost went crazy!
However, he was still the Sect Master, so he did not get angry on the spot. Instead, he hurriedly ended the wedding and began to investigate the matter thoroughly.
From the moment the bride died to the end, the scene was blurry. How the bride died was not shown. It was as if someone had erased it.
However, Mu Zifeng's face was already covered in tears. He squatted in the air and grabbed his hair, showing a state of extreme regret.
Moreover, his whole body was trembling, as if he had spent countless years in extreme fear.
Some of the Immortal Crane Sect disciples were baffled by his behavior and looked at him strangely.
The onlookers were also baffled.
After a moment, Mu Zifeng's hair was messy, and he slowly stood up. He looked at Sheng Yi without a trace of emotion, but the indescribable coldness made people shudder.
Obviously, he had broken free from Sheng Yi's talent of fear.
"Sheng Yi, you let me see the memories that have been hidden in the depths of my heart for a long time. You let me experience the pain and fear that went deep into my bones and soul!"
The pain came from his Martial Aunt, and the fear came from his Master.
Mu Zifeng still did not know why his Master did not kill him. The palm that had already reached his head did not fall for a long time.
In the end, Master passed the position of Sect Master to Mu Zifeng's Eldest Senior Brother, then left the sect and disappeared in the vast sea of people.
As for the rumor that he had challenged Eldest Senior Brother and lost three out of five times, it was indeed true, but it was not because of the position of Sect Master.
There were only a handful of people who knew about this secret.
After so many years of cultivation, Mu Zifeng had already walked out of that pain and fear.
He thought that he had defeated his inner demon and could soar into the sky.
In fact, this was indeed the case. He could enter the seventh level at any time. This was the ironclad proof that he had defeated his inner demons.
But now, he only wanted to kill Saint One because Saint One had pried into his secret!
If Saint One revealed this in front of everyone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
His image would immediately crumble. How would all the disciples and elders of Immortal Crane Sect view him?
How could he still have the face to act high and mighty in front of one of the ten most powerful and prestigious elders in the entire sect?
Therefore, First Saint must be killed!
"Holy One, there's something wrong with the look in his eyes. You need to …"
Long Yinian who was at the side felt that Mu Zifeng's gaze was somewhat terrifying, so he hurriedly warned Holy One. But before he could finish speaking, Mu Zifeng suddenly moved.
No!
It should be said that the golden gourd moved first!
A golden light flashed, and in an instant, it smashed towards Saint One.
There was a muffled bang. The golden gourd was so fast that even First Saint could not react in time. It hit him right in the head.
Saint One suddenly felt dizzy.
Then, in a flash, Mu Zifeng's palm landed on Saint One's abdomen.
Bang!
Saint One's huge dragon body swayed, and he was sent flying by the force of the palm.
"Saint One!"
Black Treasure and the other two dragons were enraged!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
They charged towards Mu Zifeng with extreme speed.
They were afraid that Mu Zifeng would continue to attack Saint One.
At the same time, Mu Zifeng raised his palm again. Saint One's rolling dragon body swayed, and he quickly stabilized himself in the air.
"Cough cough cough!
Don't panic, I'm fine! "
Saint One spat out three mouthfuls of dragon blood, shook his head, and shook his body.
Black Treasure and the other two dragons immediately stopped. Mu Zifeng frowned and also stopped attacking. He looked at Saint One in surprise.
Although the golden gourd could not cause any harm to Saint One, it could knock him out for one to two breaths.
This amount of time was enough for him to succeed in his sneak attack and deal a fatal blow to Saint One.
Although it could not kill him immediately, he could still add on a palm strike.
After all, he could only use 40% of his divine power. Otherwise, he could kill Saint One with a single palm strike.
However, Saint One's reaction was far beyond his expectations.
Looking at him, he would not die immediately even if he was hit three to five times.
How could this dragon's skin be so terrifyingly thick?
"Motherf * cker, it hurts!"
Saint One spun in a circle, touched his head with his claws, and looked at his abdomen.
"Fortunately, your ancestor's skin is thick and tough. I can take a beating!"
This was the second talent of the Saint Dragon, and also an innate advantage. His body grew at the same time as his realm.
When he was in the Sage Realm, he had a Divine Body. When he was in the Divine Realm, he had a Divine Body.
His resistance to attacks was several times stronger than other dragons, and also stronger than Zhang Xing, who had cultivated his body.
Even if Mu Zifeng hit him with 80% of his divine power, he would not die immediately. He would take the opportunity to return to Dragon Island to heal.
"Damn it, how dare you hurt my brother!"
Black Treasure was enraged. He pointed at Mu Zifeng and roared, "Beat him up. If I don't beat his parents and grandparents until they can't recognize him, I'm not Black Treasure!"
There was a loud rumble!
Thunder descended like the wrath of ten thousand dragons!
Black Treasure knew that he could not win against Mu Zifeng in close combat, so he began to use spells to attack.
Although they couldn't cause any damage to Mu Zifeng, being hit by these Spirit Techniques wasn't a pleasant feeling.
At the same time, a black dragon that looked exactly the same flew out of Black Treasure's body.
Mirror Image Doppelganger Technique, Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea!
Long Yinian and Long Wu also used their mirror image doppelgangers at the same time and launched a fierce attack on Mu Zifeng.
Saint One did not move from his spot. He panted heavily and circulated his dragon power to quickly recover from his injuries.
"Hmph!
What can a mere spell do to me! "
Mu Zifeng glanced at the falling thunder and fire rain and snorted disdainfully. He turned his head to look at Saint One.
"Since I can't kill you with one palm, I'll use a weapon!"
He stretched out his palm and a divine weapon that shone with cold light appeared in his hand.
But when he looked at the sword in his hand, he felt pain in his eyes!
He could not help but remember that he had used this sword to kill his martial aunt, whom he had admired for his entire life!
Since then, this sword had been sealed in his storage bag. Many years had passed, but he had never used it. This was the first time he used it after his martial aunt died.
He wanted to use this sword to cut off the person who knew about it!
If the First Saint had not reopened his wound, he would have forgotten that he still had a divine weapon.
This sixth grade divine weapon was bestowed to him by his master before his wedding.
Therefore, he was afraid of this sword from the bottom of his heart. This sword had the shadow of his master and martial aunt, his extremely vicious shadow.