The Immortal Palace suffered heavy losses in this battle and was defeated and sunk into the sand. One hundred and eighty people, thirty-four disciples died.

Mu Zisu personally went to the homes of the thirty people, conveyed the news of death, and sent the relics home. The oldest of those people was twenty-eight years old, and the youngest was only fifteen years old, and when they heard the bad news, their parents, wives and children wept incessantly, and their hearts were torn and the sky was dark.

Gu Xiuyuan and Shouyi, who accompanied him, couldn't help but cry when they saw this scene.

Every sentence of 'festival mourning and change' was cut on Mu Zisu's chest like a knife.

The fifteen-year-old child's name is Liu Danqing, the only son in the family, the old couple has been infertile for many years, and he is still a child who can cultivate the truth, they all feel that this is the green smoke on the ancestral grave, this is a good son sent by God. Today, only the bones remain.

Liu Danqing's mother fainted several times from crying.

Mu Zisu gritted her teeth and said with tears: "As long as the Immortal Palace is still there, I will provide for the two of them, Liu Danqing's unfinished filial piety, I will do it for him." ”

Liu Danqing's father shook his head sadly and said: "That's it, that's it, Qing'er has gone, and the Immortal Palace is also in danger, we won't drag down Mu Zhangmen." Mu Zhang's kindness, the old man understood it. Originally, I didn't agree with Qing'er to cultivate the truth, but the local sect would always bully us unarmed people, and the local county government of the Great Xia Dynasty didn't dare to take care of it. Danqing didn't want us to be bullied anymore, so he insisted on cultivating the truth. Everyone knows that following the head of the Immortal Palace, he can't suffer a loss, so I agreed to let him go to the Immortal Palace......"

If the monk follows a good sect, his family will be blessed with luster and glory. All the disciples of the Immortal Palace and their families were deeply favored by the Immortal Palace. This development strategy is also what Gu Xiuyuan has always adhered to.

Father Liu smiled, "His mother always said that when he came out in the future, he could still touch his light, but I was already prepared for him to never return." Stepping into the troubled waters of the cultivation realm, there are too few people who can successfully retire. ”

Liu Danqing's mother gradually regained her senses after Gu Xiuyuan helped her heal, she walked over and held Mu Zisu's hand tightly, her cloudy eyes flashed with astonishing and resentful tears, "Master Mu, please avenge my son!" Please! ”

Mu Zisu's eyes were firm, "Don't worry, the blood debt of these thirty people in the Immortal Palace, I will let the Inviting Moon Palace all pay it back!" ”

"Forget it, Master Mu, everyone is gone, what's the use of revenge. Danqing regards the disciples of the Immortal Palace as his own brothers, he has a spirit in the sky, and he definitely doesn't want to see the Immortal Palace extinction. While there is still a way out, stop it! ”

Everyone thinks that the sect that has been knocked out of the list can only struggle to perish in the quagmire.

But Mu Zisu has never believed in evil.

Qiao Shuying made a lot of calculations, took away the gossip furnace, seriously injured Xiao Xian, took away the Imperial Seven Kills, broke the Great Seal of the Immortal Palace Sect, and then instigated other sects to eat up the Immortal Palace, and watched Mu Zisu die with his own eyes. But she missed two things.

She forgot that the Immortal Palace was once known as a liar sect, and the Tianxiang Jun who had ascended to the feather had left a 'secret book' for cultivating immortals.

- The Zodiac of Eternal Life.

The second is that Qiao Shuying plundered the treasures of the Immortal Palace last time, but he never found the bottle of ancient dragon blood.

On the day of the end of the war, Tang Jingyu returned to his courtyard and found that all the puppets he had made had been scattered.

He stood there stunned for a long time, unable to even cry. That's what he worked so hard to do. He went back to the room and wrapped himself in a quilt to make a zongzi, sat on the kang with his knees crossed, and 'mooed' at the little puppeteer in a daze.