The Qinghuang Tower has a heavy demonic energy, and this blood crystal pool melts the flesh and blood body of the demon, and the blood and demonic energy is even heavier!

Buzz!

Yun Xiao and the master of the Tian Jian Prison rushed down the wind and landed in front of the Blood Crystal Pool!

I saw a blood-red ocean ahead.

It is said to be a "pool", but it looks similar to the "sea".

Flashes of blood mist demonic energy swept over the blood crystal pool, and countless demon souls danced in it, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, with a very strong evil spirit.

There are fewer people in the Blood Crystal Pool than the Qinghuang Tower!

The disciples and elders of Jianxu also accumulated enough sword scores before they could come to exchange for the Blood Crystal Sword Ring to add new power to their sword soul.

"Prison Lord, Yun Exiled Immortal!"

The sword cultivators bowed their heads very respectfully.

"Let Zhang Mu come out." The prison master ordered.

"yes!"

Someone went in to report.

Not long after, a middle-aged scholar wearing a black and white sword robe came out of the blood crystal pool.

This person is handsome and free and easy in life, with a great temperament, and has a poetic temperament like a scholar, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"Zhang Mu pays homage to the prison master, Yun exiled immortal." The middle-aged scholar bowed and bowed.

"Yun Zexian, this is Zhang Mu, the steward of the Blood Crystal Pool. He is my son-in-law's younger brother. Like Da Tae, he is one of the youngest ancestors in Jianxu." The prison master introduced.

His son-in-law is Mu Dalong's husband.

And the son-in-law's younger brother is his own?

It is indeed much younger than Feng Buhui's Sword Ruins Ancestors!

"I heard that Yun's exiled immortal is reincarnated and has the power of heaven. When I saw it today, I was really shocked by heaven! This kind of appearance and demeanor are unparalleled in the world, and I have never seen it in the world."

When Zhang Mu was young, he was a famous handsome man in the Eternal Sword Prison and enjoyed a reputation. Now he has seen that there are mountains outside the mountain and people outside the mountain.

Yun Xiao smiled and said nothing.

After all, I'm tired of hearing about appearance.

"Zhang Mu." The Master of the Heavenly Sword Prison knew that Yun Xiao liked to be straight to the point and was in place in one step, so he directly said to the middle-aged literati: "I remember that there are seven 'prison demon' sword rings in the Blood Crystal Pool, right? You go and take it out, Yun Xianxian needs it."

"Prison Demon Sword Ring?" Zhang Mu suddenly stopped.

"What?" The prison master's eyebrows cold.

This was what he arranged. Although the Prison Demon Sword Ring is extremely valuable and is the most treasure of the sect, since he has spoken for Yun Zexian, he naturally doesn't like his mother-in-law and mother.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to, but..." Zhang Mu's eyes looked depressed.

"explain!"

"As soon as Ling Zexian's sword sounded nine times, the old man Dujian came to the Blood Crystal Pool in person and took away the seven prison demon sword rings for Ling Zexian... I was worried about how to report to you." Zhang Mu said with regret.

As soon as these words came out, the Prison Lord and Yun Xiao were silent.

The other party's mind was moving too quickly!

Yun Xiao thought he swept through the road very quickly, but in the end he made Ling Chen one step faster?

This can only be said that the old man with dry bones is indeed more scheming than the prison chief.

"Yun Zhexian, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect them to rob them so shamelessly." The prison master said helplessly.

"The prisoner is open-minded, and this is really hard to guard against."

Yun Xiao was a little unhappy just now, but then he thought about it and it was nothing.

The sword ring is just an additional means and can be transferred at any time!

"Just let me lend it to Ling Zhexian for the time being."

Yun Xiao said with a plain face.

It has been taken away first, so there is definitely nothing we can do. We can't just snatch it.

"Yunhuangxian, there are many 'quasi-prison demon' sword rings in the blood crystal pool, and the power is not much different. Look..." asked the prison master.

"Forget it, it's not the best, it's not interesting." Yun Xiao shook his head and said.

The implication is that he will still stare at the Prison Demon Sword Ring that was snatched away by Ling Zexian first.

Zhang Mu could not understand the confrontation revealed in this word.

He lowered his head slightly, a little shocked, and dared not say much.

"That's right! You have ten thousand layers of sword aura. Even if you don't need the assistance of demon magic, you have an advantage in the fairy sword list. If you don't hang a sword ring, you can win more beautifully." The prison master saw Yun Xiao's thoughts and smiled.

In short, it's hard!

Do it directly, don't mess with those that are empty!

Strong means strong, weak means weak!

"Zhang Mu, I'll be more courageous next time. I'll really ask you to take it. If you can, I'll be delayed. If something happens, I'll find me." The prison master told the middle-aged scholar.

Zhang Mu smiled helplessly and said, "Where could I predict that our sword ruins would have a second sword banished immortal."

"Too."

The prison master did not make things difficult for him, but said to Yun Xiao: "Please."

"please!"

One old and one young, the two of them acted simply, and suddenly danced with their swords, soared away, and disappeared between the sky and clouds.

Zhang Mu watched them leave!

About half a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly stood up with his sword and flew into the sky clouds.

However, the direction he was moving forward was not Xugu.

But in the opposite direction!

Not long after, Zhang Mu piaorandled in front of a black and majestic palace.

It is the Exiled Immortal Palace!

At the entrance of the Exiled Immortal Palace, a young boy carrying a sword box was kneeling. His face was pale, like a corpse, living numbly.

And in the exiled immortal palace, there were waves of sad crying from a woman, endlessly.

"Ling Xian, true temperament."

Zhang Mu sighed slightly and went to the side.

There were three old men drinking tea on a pavilion there.

They are Ku Xuan, Feng Buhui and Yun Xinghe.

As for Frost Descendant, he naturally continued to protect Ling Xian with his own eyes.

Bai Qingxue is now better than Ling Zexian. If she is not obedient, it would be awful.

A special person needs to press it.

A man definitely can't do this fat man.

...

Inside the pavilion.

When three people drink tea, four are missing one.

Zhang Mu was familiar with his movements, sat down at the last position, then took out a Qiankun bag from his arms and placed it next to Ku Xuan's teacup.

"What is this?" Ku Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked up at Zhang Mu.

"Seven Prison Demon Sword Rings." Zhang Muyi was content and smiled slightly, "Just just now, the prison master brought Yun Xianxian to the Blood Crystal Pool to ask for it. I said that these seven treasures will be taken away by Ling Xianxian first."

"oh?"

Kuxuan, Feng Buxuan, Yun Xinghe looked at each other, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Zhang Mu, you are very good." Ku Xuan praised, and then said to Feng Buhui, Yun Xinghe said: "I got it right? With Zhang Mu here, why should Ling Xianxian go to the Blood Crystal Pool? Just come back early to enjoy your happiness."

"high!"

Feng Buhui, Yun Xinghe smiled, his eyes surging with a deep meaning.

"The best sword ring, paired with the strongest sword spirit, is like a hero with a beauty." Zhang Mu smiled meaningfully.

"It's reasonable." Ku Xuan patted his shoulder lightly, "You have made contributions this time, and we will speak well for you in front of Ling Zhexian."

"Thank you!" Zhang Mu stood up and bowed his hand.

"You're welcome." Ku Xuan sighed and said seriously: "Don't worry, you have made the right choice. From now on, no one will know how your brother died."
To be continued...