Chapter 250 The Dilemma of the Spirit Family

Fujiao, this person is still very deep in Mu Chen's impression. The door owner of Tiandu Gate almost killed Mu Chen at the beginning, and his poisonous skills made his combat effectiveness amazing.

Originally, Mu Chen did not want to stay in this spiritual clan, but this Fu Jiao has always been vicious in Mu Chen's impression. He has no feelings for the spiritual Mu Chen, but Mu Chen will not let Bai Ling be hurt at all.

More importantly, Qingyuan and Bai Ling belong to the Heavenly Poison Gate. From the beginning to the spirit clan, Mu Chen noticed the involvement between the Poison Gate and the spirit clan.

Four people were flying in the air. Mu Chen suddenly turned around and rushed straight to the ground. He whispered, "My friend seems to be in danger. I'll go back."

Mu Chen did not rush directly into the spirit clan. At this time, all the warriors of the spirit clan were here. Bai Ling stood in the middle, with a cold face, facing Fu Jiao.

"I will come again tomorrow. If you don't hand over the things, I will let your spiritual clan disappear completely in this world." After saying that, Fujiao brushed his sleeves and left, and a group of spiritual warriors here looked angrily at the man in a skeleton-patterned black robe, but no one dared to come forward. The spiritual clan was just a long-depraved family, and Fujiao was a famous strong man in the heavenly continent.

At this time, Bai Ling was dressed in a green dress, which was completely cute as before, and was replaced by the beauty of a mature woman. Her anger was not reflected on her face, as if the cold and frosty face had never changed.

"Patrion, why don't I send someone to ambush in the distance now? When he comes to us tomorrow, it's better to fight to the death with him now." One of the spiritual soldiers looked at the gradually leaving Fujiao leader and said.

"Don't be silly. It's good to let the life of the spirit clan continue for another day." The voice of the lark was originally very beautiful, but now the words seem to be coated with a layer of camouflage frost, which is so indifferent.

"Now, we might as well..." At this time, a man not far away suddenly said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Bai Ling's beautiful eyes suddenly became fierce, and a sharp sword suddenly appeared in his hand and said coldly, "If you want to leave the spirit clan, I will give you enough money to let you leave, but if you say such a thing again, don't blame me for being rude."

After hearing this, the man's face became extremely ugly. He unconsciously lowered his head and stepped back half a step, daring to face the lark's eyes.

Bai Ling looked at the people around him and said, "Let's go back and rest. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow."

Everyone knows that tomorrow's battle is definitely a unilateral massacre of Fujiao. The eighth-class soul realm is a strong man they have never seen in their lives. In those years, just a Qingyuan almost destroyed the spirit clan. Now Fujiao's strength is more than that of Qingyuan.

With a wave of the lark's hand, the interest of the people around here gradually dissipated. Bailing's whole body was emptied. His heart was the most painful. The spirit clan is her home. Now he is the patriarch of the spirit clan. Seeing that the whole family is about to perish in his own generation, there is nothing he can do.

Bailing slowly turned around and lowered her head slightly and walked to the room not far away. When she had been lowering her head, she suddenly bumped into a person. When she raised her head, two tears suddenly appeared in the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly opened and closed. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she was covered with endless tears and threw herself into Mu The embrace of the morning.

When the lark turned around, Mu Chen saw Bai Ling's appearance clearly, his face was pale, and even his lips were haggard white, and he didn't feel a burst of heartache.

Bai Ling cried bitterly on Mu Chen's shoulder. She did not say anything about the powerless difficulties she had encountered, and Mu Chen didn't ask anything. This may be the best way for the two to meet.

Sha Kui and the others did not disturb Mu Chen not far away. Mu Chen is not a person in the wilderness. Although time is tight, this young man has paid too much for the famine.

Mu Chen gently comforted the lark, stroked the soft hair, stroked the pink cheek, and smiled, "What, tell me what trouble you have?"

The lark slowly raised his head, with a pair of big grape-like eyes with tears in his eyes, and whispered, "No, I didn't encounter any difficulties, but I saw that you were a little excited."

The lark did not lie. Tomorrow, Fujiao will slaughter the whole spirit clan, and the person that the lark wants to see most is Mu Chen. It has been decades since Muchen left the spirit clan. It is also a wish that the lark can see Muchen before death, but she will never tell Mu Chen what happened. She doesn't recognize it. In just a few decades, Mu Chen has the strength to defeat Fu Jiao. Moreover, Qingyuan and Fu Jiao are both poisonous people. Presumably Fu Jiao will not let him go after knowing Mu Chen's identity.

Mu Chen smiled: "The man who just left is from Tiandu, isn't he?"

"How do you know?" The lark was stunned and couldn't help staring at the question.

Mu Chen sighed softly: "Although I don't know what the poison gate has done to your spiritual clan that day, it seems that it's a little too much to send such a strong man."

"Mu Chen, since you know who he is, I don't have to hide anything. Now the spiritual clan is very dangerous. It's not too late to leave now. I don't want you to die." Bai Ling said in a pleading tone.

Mu Chen shook his head: "Stupid girl, who will protect you when I leave?"

"You have to go. You will face the affairs of our spiritual clan by yourself, and you are just an outsider. You have no responsibility, no obligation and no right to ask anything at the same time. I don't want you to be dangerous. This is not a persuasion, but as an order of the spiritual patriarch." Bai Ling said.

Mu Chen saw Bai Ling's firmness and would have no result if he argued with her again. He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll leave now, but I'll come to you again."

With that, Mu Chen got up and flew directly to the distance. He came to Sha Kui's three people. Mu Chen whispered, "I'm sorry, can you give me a day and leave after tomorrow."

"If you have anything, just do it. You have helped us enough." Fu Ku said with a smile.

"Yes, Brother Mu Chen, if you can use me, just mention it. I dare not say anything else. If it comes to fighting, few people are really my opponents." Zong Wen shouted loudly.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Mu Chen's heart was warm. These strong people who were famous in the flood were so magnanimous in front of him, which was a little moved.

However, after Mu Chen left, the lark washed his face with tears in his room and cried all night. How much he wanted to see Mu Chen, but what could he do in the end? All this seemed to be a dream for him, fleeting, and he didn't even know whether Mu Chen had really been here.

The lark seems to be as cold as frost, but her mind is more delicate than anyone else. She shifts all her responsibilities to herself. Because she has no ability, she can't protect the people of the spiritual clan. Because of his weakness, he must be separated from the longing Mu Chen. In this deep self-reproach, the lark spent the most difficult night.

In the morning of the second day, all the spiritual people got up very early. They were waiting for the arrival of the old man yesterday. They were most not afraid of death, but it was always good to see the sunrise one more time.

The lark didn't sleep all night. After washing, he walked out of the room and waited with other spiritual people for the arrival of Fujiao, waiting for the death battle with the old man.

Everyone looked solemnly at the gate of the spiritual clan, and everyone was waiting for the old man's figure.

In this way, it was until noon. Sure enough, the old man came slowly from afar. On the only way for Fujiao, the lark did not make any ambush. For Fujiao in the eighth-class soul realm, all these attacks had no effect. Instead of letting these people die on the road, it may be better to leave their lives in the spiritual clan. Some.

Fu Jiao came directly to the spirit clan, looked at Bai Ling standing in the middle, and reluctantly squeezed out a smiling face: "Little patriarch, what do you think? Taking a handful of broken copper and iron can save all the lives of your spiritual clan. Don't hesitate any more."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Hesitant? When did I hesitate? You always know my answer. There is no one in our whole spiritual clan who is afraid of life and death. If you want to kill us, just take action.