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Ling Chuxi bit her lip. After knowing him for so long, mu Liufeng had never spoken to her in such a tone. She could not object.

Golden light filled the sky, and the wind and clouds rumbled. The Golden-robed priest\'s sword slashed down, bringing with it a curtain of light that seemed to have substance.

Mu Liufeng let out a long howl as his sword glowed with light.

Amidst the deafening sound, mu Liufeng was sent flying back along with his sword.

The sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and his meridians and internal organs were also severely injured. Blood stained his white long robe, making him look miserable.

"Master, take the sword!" Ling Chuxi took out an ancient sword from her spatial ring and threw it to mu Liufeng. Then, she quickly stepped forward, wanting to block in front of him.

"Don\'t come over. " Mu Liufeng coughed out a mouthful of blood and reached out to take the ancient sword, but he waved his hand to stop Ling Chuxi.

The Golden-robed priest stopped in his tracks at this moment and focused his attention on the heavily injured mu Liufeng who was lying on the ground. After a long time, a trace of doubt appeared in his blank and vacant eyes.

Seeing the doubt in the Golden-robed priest\'s eyes, Ling Chuxi\'s heart was filled with joy. Obviously, this golden-robed priest was different from the previous four silver-robed priests. His mind had not been completely destroyed and he still retained some consciousness. His situation was somewhat similar to Duan Xiaomo \'s. It was likely because he was very strong.

As long as he still retained a bit of consciousness, Ling Chuxi believed that she could cure him like she had treated Duan Xiaomo. Even if she could not make him completely recover, she could at least help him escape the control of the divine temple.

From the despicable means of the temple, these people were clearly not willing to be manipulated by the temple.

Mu Liufeng\'s expression was even more surprised than Ling Chuxi \'s.

"Have you remembered? have you finally remembered?" Mu Liufeng looked at the gold-robed priest, his eyes glistening with tears as he muttered with a choked voice.

The Golden-robed priest looked at mu Liufeng, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. Although it immediately disappeared, his gaze became even more puzzled.

"Do you still remember? Back then, this was how you taught me to practice the sword. You knocked me down time and time again, and you made me stand up again and again. I didn\'t disappoint you, and I finally comprehended your sword intent. " Mu Liufeng struggled to stand up, but his legs gave way and he knelt down on one knee. He raised his head, his eyes filled with tears as he spoke in a hoarse voice,"father, you still remember me and Liufeng, right?"

Father! Ling Chuxi was completely stunned.

It turned out that this golden-robed priest was mu Liufeng\'s father, who was also his Grandmaster. No wonder he didn\'t allow him to take action. So this was the reason.

She recalled that Huangfu qingjue had once told her that for many years, the divine temple had been secretly recruiting experts to be appointed as priests. However, none of these priests had ever appeared again. Mu Liufeng\'s father must have been one of them.

It was no wonder that mu Liufeng had always been secretly against the temple. He must have suspected the temple\'s actions long ago, so he had secretly investigated this matter. He must have already found out some truth, and it was possible that he wanted to use this method to lure his father out.

But in the end, he didn\'t get what he wanted. It wasn\'t until he personally came to the temple that he found his father.

"Liufeng, Liufeng ..." The gold-robed priest repeated these two words. The light of clarity and confusion in his eyes alternated, and his whole body trembled violently.

"That\'s right, I\'m Liufeng, I\'m mu Liufeng! Father, let\'s go. Let\'s leave this place and go home. " Mu Liufeng\'s tears finally gushed out as he sobbed emotionally.