"I have made it clear about the origin and backlash of the Naishi. You said it belongs to your Mule Pavilion, so be it. I hope that one day in the future, when the entire Horton tribe is backlashed, you will not regret it."

"You are cursing us..."

"That's enough!" Nu Lan, with a pale face, picked up the stone and said sternly, "Let's go!"

"Saintess?! How could we just leave like this? The sky is full of cranes, and our Mule Pavilion's unique skills..."

Lu Lan suddenly raised his voice and roared angrily: "I said go!! Do you want to disobey the order? Or do you think that being embarrassed today is not enough?!"

As she spoke, she tightly clenched the stone in her hand.

Without even glancing at Luo Yunxiao, she had already soared into the sky.

The strong wind howled past her cheek, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and dissipated in the air.

Yayun took out the flying boat and moved the injured people in Mule Pavilion aboard.

Before leaving, she glared at Muyan and Luo Yunxiao fiercely, then turned and left.

When Leng Yumo saw them flying away, he frowned and said, "Uncle Junior, are you going to let them go like this?"

It doesn’t conform to their Xiaoyao Sect’s principle of “I won’t offend anyone unless they offend me, and if someone offends me, I’ll root it out”!

Luo Yunxiao said nothing.

On the contrary, Muyan said slowly: "Mule Pavilion has indeed created many innocent blasphemers, but it has also cured many, many patients in these years. And..."

There was another point that Muyan didn't say out loud.

The entire Horton tribe, and even the people of the entire Hokuriku, must sacrifice to the Naishi every year and receive the abilities bestowed by the Naishi.

Those ordinary monks who just enhanced their physical fitness were fine.

But those God-given ones who have improved their cultivation and even been given special abilities are different.

They must participate in the sacrifice every year to receive the power given by the Naoshi.

Once it stops, these people's physical functions will begin to decline and their spiritual energy will be exhausted.

The final symptoms are not much different from those of the blasphemers.

It's like an addiction that can't be broken.

If you take too much, you will become a monster. If you take too little, you will become a monster.

Ever since they started using Nagi, they have entered a strange circle.

Moreover, as time goes by, generation after generation, accumulation and accumulation, all the God-given people, and even ordinary monks, will become more and more dependent on the stone, until it is beyond redemption.

Muyan looked at her junior uncle: "Zhao Qi said you need that nag stone? Is it okay to just give it to Mule Pavilion like this?"

Luo Yunxiao turned to look at her, her thin lips moved.

Just when Muyan thought he was going to answer.

Suddenly I heard him say coldly: "Jun Muyan, how many times have you let yourself fall into danger?"

The corner of Muyan's mouth twitched: "Ahem... Junior uncle, are you still angry?"

She wanted to explain very much, but in fact the God-killing Witch couldn't hurt her.

But the little uncle's expression was so terrifying that she couldn't even explain it.

"Oh my, how can Master be willing to be angry with you, Meiyanyan! Even if Master is really angry, as long as you rush up to give a sweet kiss, Master will have already... Ouch, Ouch, Ouch -!! Master, have mercy on me! Kiss

Don’t dare talk nonsense anymore!!”

Luo Yunxiao looked coldly at Zhi Qi, who was caught in his hand, with a cold and stern expression, no longer showing his usual indulgence.

"Who told you to go to Mule Pavilion and steal things at your own discretion?"

Chi Qi said aggrievedly: "But, that is not an ordinary thing, it is the stone you want, Master. Wuwuwu...Master, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to make my own decisions again. Don't want Xiaoshi."
Chapter completed!