Chapter 352 The Ascended Immortal

"Master, Master"

The anxious voice of Wu's servant sounded, and Wu Jiusi, who was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed and concentrating, was awakened. He said angrily: "What's the matter?"

"It's snowing," the servant stammered. Just now, huge snowflakes fell from the sky without warning, and the howling cold wind also appeared.

The car curtain was opened, and Wu Jiusi came out doubtfully. The snowflakes fell on his head, and instantly turned into ice-cold snow water, leaving it along his scalp. He shivered involuntarily, feeling a little bit bad.

Come to mind.

"Young Master" the servant's panicked voice sounded again.

Wu Jiusi was a little impatient: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind became extremely relaxed for no reason, but the sense of crisis and strangeness rose in his heart at the same time. He looked where the servant was pointing, and the world in all directions was completely white.

The horses were frightened and kept roaring and stamping, and the wind and snow filled the air all around, blocking their path.

"Da da da."

The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and Wu Jiusi saw a big maroon horse walking out of the wind and snow. Two swords were tied to the horse's back. Sitting there was a man with handsome features and vicissitudes in his eyes, like a swordsman walking the world in the wind and snow.

"Zhao Zhao Wujiang." When Wu Jiusi saw the visitor, he spat out the name word by word in disbelief. He couldn't imagine why he met Zhao Wujiang here.

When he was a child, he had heard the legend of Zhao Wujiang, a medical saint, a literary giant, and a shocking martial artist. He heard the elders of the clan mentioned that Zhao Wujiang was suspected of killing gods, although later he heard that Zhao Wujiang had suffered divine punishment.

, his cultivation level continues to decline and he will soon die.

But in his heart, Zhao Wujiang is actually the patron saint of Tang Dynasty and Chang'an. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, let alone this god.

Now that Zhao Wujiang appeared, his heart skipped a beat. Didn't Zhao Wujiang go south?

He shuddered, his mind was active, his eyes rolled around, then a smile appeared on his face, and he shook his hand towards Zhao Wujiang:

"Mr. Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time, and Xiao Wang has not dismounted. I hope you are not surprised. The family is really in a hurry. Xiao Wang has something important to do and has to rush home."

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Wujiang smiled slightly:

"Just leave King Yin behind."

"Bang."

"Qiang."

As soon as Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, the Wu clan members immediately drew out their weapons, their swords at war, and stared at Zhao Wujiang.

"Master Zhao, King Yin is my clan brother. I just invited him to be a guest in the clan. Do you want to take care of this too?"

When Wu Jiusi saw that Zhao Wujiang had made it clear, he no longer concealed it, but just changed his words. He did not believe that Zhao Wujiang had received the news from Chang'an, and there was simply no time.

"want."

He only heard an affirmative answer from Zhao Wujiang, and then Zhao Wujiang suddenly disappeared from his eyes. The next moment, Zhao Wujiang's figure appeared next to the carriage and opened the curtain.

"You" Wu Jiusi's heart was trembling, and his body seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, making it difficult to move. He watched helplessly as King Yin was carried into Zhao Wujiang's arms.

Zhao Xiaoyin's face was full of grievance and joy. He put his arms around Zhao Wujiang's neck and called sweetly: "Dad."

The word "brief" quickly disappeared in the wind and snow, but Wu Jiusi, who was right next to him, heard it clearly. He was horrified and couldn't believe what he heard.

Isn't Li Yin a child without a father? He calls Zhao Wujiang his father? How is this possible? Could it be? Wu Jiusi's pupils widened and his lips trembled involuntarily. He knew that he was finished and he knew what he should least know.

The next moment, the wind and snow submerged him, then dispersed, and he disappeared into the vast world.

Also disappearing with him were the people and horses of the Wu clan. When the wind and snow passed by, the people and horses dispersed and turned into an even bigger snowstorm.

"cough."

Zhao Wujiang coughed lightly, his chest heaved and his throat felt fishy and sweet.

Outside the wind and snow.

Several old men hid their bodies and watched the scene just now from a distance.

"Zhao Wujiang is so ruthless. People from the Wu family are not merciless when they kill him."

"It is obvious how Wu Meiniang will choose between her children and her family.

Zhao Wujiang showed no mercy, proving that Wu Meiniang still chose the heir."

"What do you guys think of the Wu clan's suggestion?"

"It's hard to say, I really didn't expect that they would actually dare to kidnap Wu Meiniang's heir.

However, I still believe that we should work on it slowly and not in a hurry."

"You see, if the Wu family's support team encounters Zhao Wujiang, they will definitely fight to the death."

"Unless Zhao Wujiang dies, he will be a thorn in our hearts. We cannot spit it out or swallow it. Wu is right. We should use all our strength to eliminate this son at once."

"Let's do it later?"

"That's almost it. Now that Zhao Wujiang has left Chang'an, let's keep him outside forever."

"Then Mingqin informs them."

"good."

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Zhao Wujiang's figure flickered in the wind and snow, and what was trapped in the wind and snow was the strong man from the Wu family who rushed to rescue him.

Chaos' silver hair was flying in the wind and snow, his murderous aura was overwhelming, and his white clothes were gradually stained with blood stains.

Zhao Wujiang held Zhao Xiaoyin in his arms, his fingers constantly moving in the wind and snow, like a giant playing with the stars.

His face became paler and paler, and he continued to overdraw his cultivation and vitality. The enemies in the wind and snow were buried and devoured one by one.

"Ahem."

Finally, when the wind and snow swallowed up the eleventh enemy, he couldn't bear it anymore and coughed up blood.

Zhao Xiaoyin buried her little head in his arms, her eyes red: "Daddy."

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly, rubbed Zhao Xiaoyin's head lovingly, and held him tightly in his arms.

After half a day of tea, all the visitors from the Wu clan were swallowed up by Zhao Wujiang's wind and snow, and the world in all directions was vast.

"Zhao Wujiang, I have to say that of all the people I have seen in my life, you are the most talented!"

There were only five guests coming in the snow.

Chaos' pupils shrank, the visitors were all five old men, but he felt strong oppression.

"They are all ninth level. How is that possible?" He murmured, but still protected Zhao Wujiang.

"Haha. Chaos, if you didn't betray us, you would definitely be at level nine now. It's a pity, everyone has to pay the price for their choices."

The ninth-level powerhouses of the Qin clan laughed, their eyes full of sarcasm and murderous intent. Chaos killed the two strongest people in the Qin clan. This incident has always been remembered in their hearts.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, black and white were clear in his eyes, and the two colors of yin and yang were constantly stirring:

"Your cultivation is progressing really fast."

"This is what you are now, I can't envy you!" Qin's strong man laughed loudly. Behind him, four people walked up in the wind and snow, all of them were strong men who had reached the ninth level.

"Zhao Wujiang, you are the only one who can die in the hands of nine ascended immortals throughout the ages. This will be your glory!"

The wind and snow are getting stronger.
Chapter completed!