Ji Hao stood up, walked to the side of the Ya Gong, and looked at Taoist Mu without saying a word.

Mu Daoren looked at Ji Hao with a sad face, with a trace of green light flashing in his eyes.

With his mental state of mind, no one can guess what he was thinking, and he doesn't know what action he will do next moment. So Ji Hao has made the worst plan, Pangu Bell and Pangu Sword have been prepared, and he even communicated with the Sun Realm that had just left not far away. Once Mu Taoist changes something, he immediately mobilizes all the power of Pangu Sun to hit him hard.

Suddenly, a mellow and harmonious aura spread out from the golden crow's crutch, soothing the fierce fighting spirit in Ji Hao's heart and eliminating her faint anxiety.

A very thin red light erupted from the mouth of the golden crow at the head of the stick. In the red light was a phantom of Fusang wood about three feet high. Although it was only the original form of mulberry wood, everyone clearly felt that Fusang wood looked at Mu Taoist very seriously.

A very low, slow voice with a strong sense of vicissitudes sounded from the hearts of everyone present. Fusang Mu seemed not good at speaking, and he directly communicated with everyone with his soul fluctuations: "Mu Taoist, what did you say back then? And what did I say?"

With a sneer of 'hehe', Fusangmu snorted coldly with a strong sense of contempt: "Three Masters? Hum?"

Taoist Mu's face was slightly sucked, and his face, which was not changed for thousands of years, was a little red. He opened his mouth a little embarrassedly, and suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He shouted sternly: "Fellow Dao Sang remembers it, that's good... I sincerely invite you and finally even give up the position of the great leader. I am willing to surrender to the fellow Taoist, but the fellow Taoist actually rejected me."

The wooden stick in his hand shook hard, and the Mu Taoist's voice became more and more fierce: "What did Fellow Fusang say back then? Fellow is tired of disputes and disputes, and just wants to live in seclusion in the sun world and never interfere in the affairs of the world. But today, fellow Taoist actually fell into depravity and became the natal object of a flat-haired beast!"

With an angry roar, the Crow Gong was about to scold Taoist Mu. In front of a large group of crows, it was really hurtful. Ji Hao covered the Crow Gong's mouth and looked at Taoist Mu and said with a smile: "Oh? There is still this thing? Taoist Mu, you are willing to give up the position of the great leader? Haha, hehe, hehehe!"

Ji Hao's series of "hehe" sneers made Mu Dao Ren's face even more embarrassed, and a trace of hideous expression appeared in his eyes.

Fusang Wood even released a faint red light curtain, and the golden flames burned in the sky, which was the scene in the sun world. In the boundless golden fire, a shadow of Bodhi wood standing tall behind the Mu Taoist swayed gently, and countless green wood auras rolled down to protect his whole body, allowing him to walk through the golden fire in the sky with difficulty.

"That day, the Donghuang Taiyi had just died, and the Three-legged Golden Crow tribe suffered a severe blow. He was ambushed by the Dongyi Ten-day Kingdom's heavy troops and slaughtered. Most of the human tribes that inherited the divine power of the Three-legged Golden Crow tribe were slaughtered, and the rest fled to the southern wasteland." Fusangmu's voice sounded in everyone's heart.

The old golden crows were rattled at the same time, and the three-legged golden crows were exterminated. Most of the human tribes that worshipped the three-legged golden crows as totems were slaughtered. Those who survived fortune escaped into the void in groups, fled to the southern wilderness, and hid under the command of the fire god Zhurong.

Zhurong's lineage has some friendship. After all, everyone is an ancestor who plays with fire. Zhurong's family came forward to protect the remaining tribes of the three-legged Jin Crow. This is the experience of the ancestors of the Jihao clan of Jinwuling and the source of the Nanhuang Fire Crow clan.

"After the fall of Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, you will reach the Sun Realm, Fellow Daoist Mu." Fusang Mu said slowly: "At first, you promised the position of the Three Sect Masters, and even promised to help me overcome the tribulation and transform into shape at any cost... I refused."

Mu Dao Ren had a gloomy face and said nothing. The red color on his face became stronger and stronger, and gradually became ugly.

"Fellow Taoist Mu holds his own courage. If I don't follow me, you want to force me with force. However, fellow Taoist is in the Sun Realm, and the Sun Star is the master of the Zhoutian Star. I am rooted in the Sun Realm, and it can also mobilize some of the magic of the Zhoutian Star."

In the light curtain, the Mu Taoist man held a wooden stick and released a stream of green air to smash the Fusang Wood in the head.

Countless branches of Fusang wood swayed randomly, and the shadows of countless prehistoric stars could be seen in his leaves, forming a large-scale Zhoutian star array with his body as the center.

This formation is extremely magical. The Mu Taoist scrambled and smashed it all his magical powers and magic powers. He could not break the defense of Fusang Mu's formation.

"Fellow Daoist Mu cannot break the Zhoutian Star Array outside my body. Instead, his magic power and vitality are constantly being consumed by the Tianyang True Fire, which is much more consumed than me." Fusang Mu said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Mu never expected..."

Taoist Mu suddenly shouted loudly: "Enough, fellow Taoist Fusang, you must give me an explanation for the past. You are simply too bullying. You would rather be the natal object of a flat-haired beast than be the leader of this sect. You are simply..."

Fusang wood is thick and vicissitudes of life sounded quietly: "Fellow Taoist Mu forgot back then. Both are innate spiritual roots. Fellow Taoist Mu has pure wood attributes, but I am the extremely rare pure fire attribute in the innate spiritual roots. Fire overcomes wood, which is the way of heaven."

Mu Dao Ren's words were interrupted by Fusang Mu. When Fusang Mu continued to talk about what happened back then, his face was obviously red.

"So... Fellow Daoist Mu was seriously injured by my husband's blow!"

In the light curtain, the Mu Taoist waving the wooden stick and smashed it up. He had been unable to do anything to Fusang Wood for a long time. When he was putting away the wooden stick and gasping, a large area of ​​golden soil under Fusang Wood's feet suddenly cracked. An old tree root as thick as a bucket rushed out from the ground and hit Mu Taoist's chest with a fierce blow.

Mu Dao Ren's chest was sunken, and his seven orifices were bleeding at the same time, and he retreated quickly in a panic.

The branches of Fusang Wood were like strange pythons dancing wildly, and they smashed the Mu Taoist in a mess, making Mu Taoist in a mess. Finally, they sacrificed a golden light pagoda, which barely blocked Fusang Wood's fierce attack.

Taoist Mu took a breath for a while, bowed solemnly to Fusang Mu to apologize, and admitted his mistakes very seriously. He was very serious and enthusiastically continued to invite Fusang Mu to join his tutor. Because Fusang Mu showed complete restraint on Taoist Mu from the innate attributes, Taoist Mu generously gave up the position of the great leader and willingly surrendered to the second leader, while Taoist Hua was demoted to the third leader.

As Mu Taoist said just now, Fusang Mu rejected Mu Taoist using the excuse that he was tired of disputes and was devoted to seclusion in the sun world.

Taoist Mu had been entangled for a long time, but Fusang Mu refused to agree to his request.

There was no choice but to see that Fusang Mu was totally determined not to come out of the mountain, so he could only leave the Sun Realm in a mess.

Ji Hao laughed dryly: "Master Mu, no wonder you didn't let Senior Fusang speak, feelings, you..."
Chapter completed!