Chapter 113: Invisible Pretense! My Father is a Saint of the Three Pure Ones!

"Brother, are you crazy?"

"This guy is so mean, what if the lion opens his mouth?"

Qiang Liang spoke in a deep voice.

In his heart, he had already made a thorough assessment of Muchen.

Dark, arrogant, and inhuman!
"Calm down!"

Dijiang patted Qiangliang on the shoulder and said indifferently.

His eyes, however, were somewhat erratic.

Obviously, Muchen was just a gatekeeper disciple, but Dijiang could not see through his true colors.

Looking at its tall body, Di Jiang felt that it contained vast energy, which was even more powerful than his own ancestor witch's true body.

It wasn’t that Dijiang saw the clues, but his sixth sense was at work, and it had to be said that it was quite accurate.

"cost?"

Muchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Dijiang and Qiangliang.

Then, she waved her jade sleeves and said in a very mature manner, "I heard that the two seniors brought gifts. Why don't you take them out and let me see them? If I can see your sincerity, you can naturally enter Kunlun Mountain to pay homage to the Three Pure Ones."

"No matter what, the Ancestral Witch and the Three Pure Ones are all descendants of the great god Pangu. This relationship will not be buried!"

Say it.

Muchen sat cross-legged on the rattan chair, looking at Dijiang and Qiangliang quietly.

Divine thoughts moved slightly.

In the system space, the flower of the Tao merged into his soul, transformed into a pure energy, and poured into the three flowers of Daluo. Boundless order and divine patterns were looming.

Muchen's Daluo Sanhua is being upgraded in grade.

"Why is this Dao rhyme so mysterious?"

Di Jiang's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Muchen, who looked calm and composed.

Obviously, he had sensed the rules emitted by the Flower of the Avenue.

However, with Di Jiang's knowledge, he was unable to understand the situation at all and could only feel terrified.

In his eyes, Muchen was extremely mysterious and powerful.

This is definitely not an ordinary gatekeeper disciple!

"The perfect law of thunder, melt!"

Muchen had a playful smile on his face as he sat motionless on the rattan chair.

Thunder and lightning suddenly erupted all over his body.

The perfect level of thunder law lingered around him, the Purple Sky Divine Thunder rumbled, and the Chaos Divine Thunder, with the power of annihilation, made a sound that made the heaven and earth tremble.

"Law of Thunder, how is that possible?"

"Young friend Mu Chen's understanding of the Law of Thunder is even deeper than mine. Am I dreaming?"

"Fuck! This guy is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, pretending to be awesome and then getting slapped in the face. He must be the old bastard that Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun mentioned!"

No matter how stupid Qiangliang was, he reacted at this moment.

If you ask all the creatures in the myriad races who is the strongest gatekeeper disciple, they must be the Haotian Boy and the Yaochi Boy who guard the Zixiao Palace. Their cultivation must have reached the quasi-saint level, surpassing most of the innate gods.

Qiangliang originally thought that they had reached their peak.

Unexpectedly, Muchen is more brave than Haotian and Yaochi.

The perfect level of Thunder Law meant that Muchen was capable of unleashing the combat power of a quasi-saint peak, or even more powerful.

After all, even if Qiang Liang tried his best, the most he could do was to trigger the Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

As for the Chaos Divine Thunder, there is no hope at all!
"Two seniors, don't you plan to take it out?"

Muchen restrained his breath and regained his composure.

The Daluo Sanhua has been upgraded to the twenty-fourth grade, and the law of thunder has also been completely integrated and mastered by him.

Seeing this, Di Jiang sighed and said, "Young friend Muchen, you are really good at hiding yourself! It may be true that you are guarding the gate of Kunlun Mountain, but you are definitely not a simple Xuanmen disciple."

"You control the perfect level of the Thunder Law, and your body strength is no less than that of our ancestors. Are you a monster?"

The people of Dijiang are numb!
When wizards and liches fought each other, the Twelve Ancestral Wizards swept past them all, winning directly by brute force, and shocking all the creatures in the ancient world.

But now, Di Jiang finally understood. Invisible pretense is the most deadly.

Like Muchen, inadvertently revealing a trace of aura and information, allowing others to fill in the blanks and dig out the facts on their own, this is the most amazing and terrifying thing.

Thinking of this, Dijiang seemed to have some epiphany.

"It seems that Senior Dijiang has indeed learned a lot from Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun! In this case, I will no longer hide my identity."

"I am the last disciple of Master Sanqing, and now the second generation leader of Xuanmen!"

"My identity is something you only need to know, but don't tell anyone else."

Muchen blinked and said to Dijiang and Qiangliang.

The expression is meaningful and mysterious.

If everyone knew his identity, who would dare to come to Kunlun Mountain?
Only by stopping the living beings can Muchen obtain the reward.

"Don't worry! I'm keeping my mouth shut!"

"This time we come to visit the Three Pure Ones, and the gift is these twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's blood and a bunch of top-grade innate spiritual treasures. If you still won't let us in, then we will return to Mount Buzhou."

The dissatisfaction in Dijiang's heart disappeared.

Compared to forming a brotherhood with the Three Pure Ones, he is now more interested in Muchen.

As the last disciple of the Three Pure Ones, he is able to master the Thunder Law to perfection. He must have other unknown background. Even if his luck is poor, he can still achieve the Dao of Hunyuan through the Thunder Law.

Don’t forget that the Black Turtle of the North Sea surrenders to Xuanmen, and it possesses the breakthrough method of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Mu Chen, if he cannot attain the Dao of Hun Yuan after receiving his enlightenment, it would be the greatest joke of the world.

“Sincerity, I see it!”

"Two seniors, please follow me to Taiqing Palace! Master Sanqing and Senior Beihai Black Turtle have been waiting for a long time!"

Muchen said casually.

He was the first to step on the auspicious cloud and headed towards the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Behind him, Dijiang was petrified again.

Is it realistic that Muchen has no desire for the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch and this large number of top-grade innate spiritual treasures?
"Brother, hurry up and follow!"

"I have been dreaming of meeting Brother Sanqing for generations! From now on, if the word gets out that my brother is a saint of Sanqing, then I, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, will be so awesome!"

Qiang Liang was very excited and was the first to step into the gate of Kunlun Mountain.

In my mind, I have already begun to imagine the scene of meeting the Three Pure Ones.

Will they be brothers who are friendly and respectful to each other, or will they be kicked out?

"Snapped!"

A palm as big as a palm leaf fan landed on Qiangliang's crown.

"Brother, the Three Pure Ones, why don't you go to heaven?"

"As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. The Three Pure Ones is the incarnation of the primordial spirit of Pangu, the father god. He is qualified to be the elder brother of my twelve witch ancestors! Why don't you just call my father the Three Pure Ones directly later!"

"Brothers are a little unstable, the main theme is the love between father and son!"

Dijiang raised his head and said seriously.

Little did he know that he could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

Obviously, he was fooling Qiang Liang.

Muchen, who was flying ahead on the auspicious cloud, almost burst out laughing.

He held it back abruptly!

My father is a saint of the Three Pure Ones!

I don’t know if Qiangliang can say it.

Also, how should Master Sanqing face the offensive of Dijiang and Qiangliang?

Really, looking forward to it!
"The eldest brother is like a father, the father of the family"

Qiangliang followed at the end, muttering to himself.

Deep in his eyes, there was a clear gleam of stupidity.

(End of this chapter)