Chapter 209: Motivation

He forcibly flicked Zhang Yun's palm away.

"Who dares to touch my followers?"

At the same time, an indifferent voice rang out, spreading throughout the hall with the aura of the peak of the Spiritualization Stage.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Yun's eyes condensed, and he saw a middle-aged phantom with long hair and gorgeous clothes, exuding the aura of a superior, emerging from Mu Wenxuan's body.

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

The middle-aged phantom glanced at him and saw that his skin was dry and his vitality was dissipated, and his face suddenly became cold: "Who did it?"

"He!"

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

The middle-aged phantom's eyes immediately fell on Zhang Yun, and the pressure of the peak of the Spiritualization Stage came directly at him.

Zhang Yun faced this pressure without changing his face.

This calm attitude made the middle-aged shadow narrow his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Are you from the Southern Treasure Pavilion?"

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

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

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows.

Before he could continue, he heard Mu Wenxuan shouting: "Master, kill him quickly, this man wants to kill my disciple!!"

The middle-aged shadow's face sank, and the pressure of the peak of the Spiritualization 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?"

Zhang Yun continued to ask back.

The middle-aged shadow's expression froze, 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 cultivator!!"

"Really?"

Zhang Yun chuckled and took a step forward.

Bang!

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

Zhang Yun jumped and dodged.

Seeing this, the middle-aged shadow said coldly: "It is not your turn to test whether my disciple is a demon cultivator. Now retreat immediately, I will not pursue it..."

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, a sword energy wave had already broken through the air and directly cut off a part of the middle-aged shadow's arm.

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

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

Swish!

As he spoke, another sword energy wave was slashed out.

"Looking for death!"

The middle-aged phantom was furious, and the pressure of the peak of the Spiritualization Stage burst out, and he slapped out with his only remaining left hand.

Bang!

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

Dead?

The middle-aged phantom was stunned.

This person who remained calm under the pressure of the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, only has this little strength?

He didn't make a move at the first time just now because he was afraid of this. After all, the energy of his soul...

"Not good!"

Just thinking about it, he suddenly sensed something and his face changed.

He looked up and saw Zhang Yun's figure appeared above his head.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged phantom shouted.

But Zhang Yun did not hesitate and slashed vertically with a sword.

Directly split the entire soul of the middle-aged phantom into two.

Bang Bang! !

Cut into two pieces and exploded in the hall.

"This... this..."

Mu Wenxuan opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

Not good!

Seeing Zhang Yun looking at him at this time, his face turned pale, and he stood up without hesitation and ran madly into the hall.

Seeing this, Zhang Yun controlled a flying sword, which was wrapped in deep blue magic power and shot out.

Whoosh!

Puff!

"Ah——"

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

"Don't kill me!"

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

"Huh?"

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

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

Mu Wenxuan just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his own scream halfway.

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

Mu Wenxuan's face turned pale. Feeling the sharpness of his neck, he still said: "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 saw that he was not surprised at all, and his face was full of astonishment: "You... Aren't you surprised?"

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

Zhang Yun chuckled.

When he found out that Feng Yuan was a demon cultivator, he had already guessed that his poison was probably related to the other party.

"You know?"

Mu Wenxuan was astonished.

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

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

Blood seeping from his neck made Mu Wenxuan's face change drastically, and he shouted hurriedly.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

Motive?

He did think about this, but he couldn't think of a reason.

After all, Feng Yuan had no grudge against him. Even as a demon cultivator, Feng Yuan should not poison him alone. He never understood the other party's motive.

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

Now that Mu Wenxuan said it, he became 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, but just looked at him indifferently.

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

"Sacrifice!"

He hurriedly shouted: "Feng Yuan poisoned you, and wanted to use you as a sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice?"

Zhang Yun was stunned, wondering: "What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you orally..."

Mu Wenxuan said, pointing to his own mouth.

Zhang Yun understood and took out paper and pen directly.

He didn't seem to say that he wanted to use paper and pen. Is this guy so comprehension?

Mu Wenxuan was stunned.

"Why are you standing there? Write!"

Zhang Yun touched the other party's neck with the tip of his sword, and the bloodstain suddenly increased.

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

Not two minutes later.

"Wind Demon Lord?"

Zhang Yun looked at what the other party wrote, and a name instantly attracted his attention.

When he was in Nanbao Island, the leader of Lingxian Sect mentioned the three great demons in the southern region to him. This Wind Demon Lord was one of them, ranking above Shadow Demon Lord, and was also a demon cultivator of Nanfeng Demon Sect.

What surprised him was.

This Wind Demon Lord was actually Feng Yuan's master!

Feng Yuan's motivation for him was because his potential reached level seven and he could be used as a sacrifice for the Demonic Scripture.

Inside the Nanfeng Demon Sect, there was a Demonic Scripture made of the flesh and blood of the demons, which recorded the Demonic Sacred Law. The Demonic Sacred Law was a treasure for the demon cultivators.

But to open this Demonic Scripture, a sacrifice was needed.

A batch of sacrifices with sufficient growth potential was needed.

And Feng Yuan took action against him because his potential was enough to be a suitable sacrifice!

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