Chapter 338 They Deserve to Die More

"There's a smell of blood in the night wind. Master must have encountered the enemy." Eleven said.

"It's only a long corridor away from Flint, so it's inevitable that we'll encounter the enemy." Ye Xuefei said.

The execution platform was where the Heavenly Supervisor punished his disobedient disciples. The cell where Tianduan was once imprisoned was right on the way to the altar. It was a solitary cell, belonging only to disciples like Tianduan who had made serious mistakes.

Later, his body was nailed to the execution platform as a warning to other disciples with "evil intentions".

Wu Min said: "Wait."

The patrolling paper crane made a circle on the road. He put the paper crane back into his palm and took out a box from his sleeve. The box was like a small coffin, pitch black in color, lying in the palm of his hand.

"There's no danger on the road. Go take his body down and put it in this box." Wu Min responded to Eleven's probing eyes, "I'll wait for you here."

"Why?" Eleven said.

Wu Min didn't say anything. Eleven said: "Master Wu Feng, you will make us feel uneasy. We will be afraid when we go in, wondering if there is any trap left inside. Please forgive me, Master Wu Feng - after all, this is a war. Master Wu Feng, can you give us a reason why you don't go in?"

Wu Min stared at the two of them. The girl and the young man stood on his left and right, both looking at him.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in the ghost world, it was these two people who stood on the left and right of Mu Hanshan who was about to become possessed by the devil. They said that they would kill him if Mu Hanshan became possessed by the devil, but they looked at the woods with vigilance, as if everyone in the world was out to kill their friend.

Wu Min then smiled and said, "Is it okay for me to stay behind and cover the rear?"

"Master Wu Feng, I..."

"Let's go in, Eleven." Ye Xuefei suddenly said, "Master Wu Feng probably doesn't want to see the body of his friend."

She said to Eleven's slightly shocked expression, "We'll be back soon."

The smile on Wu Min's face melted and flowed down as if washed by water the moment they turned around. The water drops were so heavy that they pulled the corners of his mouth downward. He looked at their backs coldly.

friend?

Wu Min's ears once again rang with the questioning of the national teacher and the Dharma protector that day, and the words he finally uttered out of fear.

"I don't know where Tianduan went..."

Rather than the explanation given by Tianduan in advance.

Wu Min had hardly ever come here. He came here twice before Tianduan was executed, and he never came here again after that. Since he was later sent to Qingji Sect, he could feel at ease about not coming. He only got a few words from another classmate on the day he left. He asked his classmates whether Tianduan was tortured before his death.

A classmate said: "His fingers are bleeding."

He deliberately asked before leaving so that he could hide all his expressions with a turn on the way to Qingji Sect. After going to Qingji Sect, he also had a dream. He dreamed of the young Tianduan and the gloomy him. Tianduan said happily that both of them were geniuses. In the future, if one of them becomes the national teacher, the other will be the guardian. They will study magic together, be good friends for life, and their stories will be recorded in the history books.

Unfortunately, Tianduan chose to "betray" too quickly. He chose to burn for other mediocre people in his youth.

But if not for this, Ning Mingmei and the others wouldn't have had the chance to take away Huo Zhonghuo, right? But Wu Min knew that it was almost impossible for them to succeed. Ning Mingmei had really lost his mind. He was the most self-sufficient person, but he actually tried to wade into this muddy water by trying to shake a tree under the clash of multiple forces. It's just a pebble hitting a rock that is doomed to fail.

Why on earth do smart people suddenly do stupid things?

And there was no way he could get involved...

Perhaps there were too few bricks on the ground, and Wu Min had not yet finished searching for all his memories. Ye Xuefei and Eleven had already appeared in front of him.

The small black box lay in Ye Xuefei's snow-white palm. She said, "Your friend is in this coffin. When you return, bury him properly."

Wu Min was getting a little impatient. He said: "I told you, he is not my friend."

He reached out to grab the coffin, but Ye Xuefei said, "Wu Min, I think you should go to that prison and take a look."

"Xue Fei!" Eleven didn't expect Ye Xuefei to say this.

But Ye Xuefei obviously had no intention of letting Wu Min go. She looked at him straight in the eyes: “Otherwise, I won’t give you the coffin.”

“Are you teaching me how to do things?”

"I have also found and buried the bodies of my comrades on the battlefield. It would be too pitiful to let her die so suddenly. So, after handing the coffin to you, I will return to Ning Xianzun and do what I should do." Ye Xuefei said, "Go to the prison and take a look. He has been sleeping on the execution platform alone for many years."

What does Ye Xuefei know. What can this reckless man who can only talk about killing the enemy understand...

But suddenly, Wu Min saw the scar on Ye Xuefei's neck. The scar is very deep, which is very abrupt for a beautiful woman like her. At that moment, he suddenly thought that the girl who spoke bluntly and was inflexible back then is now also a member of a generation that grew up in war.

Will this war continue?

"You actually like him very much, right? You feel guilty about him and don't want him to stay in such a cold place forever." Ye Xuefei said, "Walk forward twenty steps and look at the floor tiles on the left side of the cell, and you will see it. He left a message for you on it with his fingernails."

The prison floor tiles are made of special materials and are very hard. Even if it is a monk, after grinding for half a month and breaking a finger bone, he might only be able to leave behind a few words.

After the incident, many people secretly said that it was Wu Min who betrayed Tianduan.

After that, Wu Min also lived a good life in the eyes of others. He was the true disciple of Wukong Zhenren and also the master of Qiansheng Peak. Although he had to be humble in front of Wukong Zhenren, no one dared to show any disrespect to him. It is not easy for a person from the mortal world who lacks foundation to obtain such a status. Even Ning Mingmei made his bet early on, which was very smart.

Just like he was planning to leave with the coffin at this moment, very smart.

He has actually always been afraid of seeing Tianduan’s message, right? The Heavenly Supervisor regarded him as the reporter of the Tianduan Rebellion, and allowed him to make amends by giving him the opportunity to go to the Qingji Sect. He repeatedly bets between Ning Mingmei and Wukong Zhenren, which is not at all upright and will be despised by all idealists.

Until he saw the four words Tianduan left on the bricks and tiles. No questions, no demands, and it was even in line with the choices he had made all along.

"Live well."

It was clearly by chance that I did what he asked me to do, and he did not doubt me or hate me any more. But why am I still in so much pain?

"I have a hunch that the Tianjiansi will be destroyed next. If you haven't seen that paragraph before the Tianjiansi is destroyed, then he is too pitiful. Don't leave any regrets." Ye Xuefei said, "In fact, you came here just to take his body back, right?"

Finding lots of excuses.

Wu Min looked down at the bricks and tiles for a long time. He wondered whether there was moonlight on the night many years ago, and remembered that he was supposed to be the protector of the national teacher. Perhaps the next national teacher should have been Tianduan.

I didn't have the chance to have my life changed by him, so how could I have any regrets?

There was a loud bang on the wall. Ye Xuefei handed the coffin to Wu Min and said, "Master Wu Feng, we will say goodbye now. It seems that Immortal Ning has encountered great difficulties. We need to help him."

"Why?" Wu Min asked coldly.

"What?"

"Why do you want to stay and help Ning Mingmei? I guess you don't know what he's going to do. Are you sure he's going to do what you want him to do?"

More brick dust fell, Ye Xuefei drew out her sword, and left only one sentence: "I will do it if I want to do it, why think so much!"

Wu Min was stunned. At that moment, he seemed to see Tianduan's face slowly overlapping with Ye Xuefei's face.

The words haven't finished yet. She was already running toward the corridor. Eleven was about to catch up, but found that Wu Min also had a gloomy face and followed them.

"Master Wu Feng?"

Wu Min said nothing.

When the three of them rushed to the corridor, the sky had already collapsed. The Crescent Moon Cult's personal guards were apparently fighting fiercely with Ning Mingmei's Black Workers here. Countless spells flew back and forth, destroying the pillars in the entire corridor.

"As expected of the Crescent Moon Cult's personal guard, they are so powerful..."

However, compared with the well-trained laborers in the back mountains, the Crescent Moon Cult's guards are still inferior in skills. Some members of the Crescent Moon Cult even asked, "How can these people be so strong?"

"And they have such a good understanding..."

Due to the lack of team-wide spell immunity and the narrow venue, the fights between the various parties were somewhat restricted. However, what is surprising is that compared with the Crescent Moon Cult's personal guards, Ning Mingmei's back mountain team actually displayed amazing combat tacit understanding.

“Excuse me!” A man from the back of the mountain swung an axe and chopped at him. “We have fire drills and team building every month!”

"There are still two people and three legs!"

"That guardian is about to use his ultimate move! Stop him now!"

The believers in white opened their mouths wide. Obviously, he is the leader on the field. After the battle started, the Back Mountain Team calculated the cooldown and recovery speed of their skills at an astonishing speed. At this moment, the two Fu Xiu were protected by everyone and were frantically calculating their weaknesses.

"It's over! Almost..."

Just as the black cloud was about to be ejected, Ye Xuefei and Eleven hit each other in the abdomen from the left and right.

The cultist's ultimate move was interrupted. The rest of the believers were obviously a little overwhelmed. Someone gnashed his teeth and said, "How come you two are so in sync..."

"Do we have a tacit understanding in team battles? Haha, when we were waiting for the results of the experiment, we would secretly play Net3 or mine with graphics cards in the computer room together. Now our team leader and commander are here..."

"Keep your voice down. Don't let Boss Ning hear us. He will definitely ask us to pay for his electricity bill then..."

Ning Mingmei has left here? Eleven looked at the door that was pushed open at the end of the corridor and understood what was going on.

Ning Mingmei has already entered the next level with Mu Hanshan, Tang Wan, Su Jue and other strong men. Eleven didn't know much about the Crescent Moon Sect. But anyone who knows the Crescent Moon Cult can discover that only the Right Protector remains here.

Yunyan, the left protector, Chang Feichang, the saint girl and others...all of them have already entered behind that door.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition came over Ye Xuefei. This feeling has occurred in many life-and-death situations, allowing her to escape countless assassinations. Ye Xuefei watched the arrow of white fire coming towards her, but at this moment, she was powerless to stop it.

"clang!"

What opened the white arrow was another white flame.

Wu Min raised two fingers and turned to the direction where the white arrow was shot from. He had a gloomy face.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later... he still remembered the spells he learned when he was a teenager.

That was the magic that he and Tianduan, who also considered himself a genius, had researched over several years.

"It is true," he said.

The reinforcements of the Crescent Moon Cult stepped forward from the darkness. These dozen people were wearing red and white robes, and they were the high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Monitoring Department.

"I can't believe that the top leaders of the Tianjiansi also betrayed their own country!" Xu Yao shouted.

"That's wrong. The river flows but the stone doesn't move. The dynasty is just like flowing water. We have long been tired of the constraints of the royal family." The leading senior said, "As long as we are still in the top position, what difference does it make who is in charge of this world?"

"You are so shameless. You were the ones who killed the people on Spark Island!" Someone from the back hills shouted hysterically, "Now you have changed your ways and joined forces with these so-called rabble... Why, didn't you call for fighting and killing before? Didn't you want to kill all the people on Spark Island and the rabble?"

It was a young man with a disfigured face. He is a descendant of Spark Island and both his parents died in the Great Purge. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, looking at the absurdity in front of him, as if he was in despair: "I remember your clothes, the clothes of the people who killed my mother and my father, they were clothes like yours... and you! What about you? Wasn't the Crescent Moon Cult also a mob in the past, a mob that claimed to be the descendants of Spark Island? What right do you have to cooperate with them?"

No one answered.

Xu Yao looked at them and sneered, "Back then, Spark Island only wanted to give the people a little equality, but you wanted to kill them all. Now the Crescent Moon Cult wants to subvert the power of the entire human world, and even tear apart the imperial power. You are willing to go along with them..."

"Equality?" A high-ranking member of the Heavenly Monitoring Division chuckled. "Do you know the origins of the first members of the Heavenly Monitoring Division?"

"Our ancestors all followed Emperor Gaozu to conquer the world. Emperor Gaozu saw our ancestors' great contributions and let them take charge of the Heavenly Monitoring Department. Our positions have been passed down from generation to generation."

"Our ancestors fought for this country, but they want to snatch equality from us? What a joke."

The Crescent Moon Cult only wants to establish a new theocratic dynasty, and by then, as people with merit, they can still be in a superior position. But on Xinghuo Island, everyone is equal!

Eleven and others were so shameless that they could hardly breathe. But at this moment, Wu Min keenly discovered something.

"Where is the Imperial Master? He must have participated in this plan since he was able to disband all the Night Watchmen."