Liang Xiwen, who was wrapped in a lot of gauze and looked tired, walked through the mountain gate, and then walked around a heavily guarded mountain road. Finally, he saw the person he respected most in his life in the stream behind the mountain. However, the current Wutian Master has no immortal spirit and apart from his destroyed facial features, his left arm has been broken.

The body and physique are even worse. The former huge and majestic body is now as thin as a hair, and it looks like sixty or seventy pounds to death. In other words, it is skinny and bone-like. From a distance, it looks quite similar to a dry corpse, and it has to be a little bit higher than the mummy dragged out of the Egyptian pyramid.

If it weren't for the fact that Master Wutian's eyes would still turn and his chest would rise and fall, Liang Xiwen probably thought that his master had already gone. Even so, seeing his master's physical condition worse than when he left, Liang Xiwen couldn't help but feel heartbroken and sad, and tears flowed out in a difficult way.

"Xiwen, don't cry! Why don't you enjoy your life? How can you feel sad if you die?"

Master Wutian did not look back, but could feel Liang Xiwen's breath. He stretched out his only hand, pinched a cup containing black liquid in front of him, squinted his eyes and took a sip, and smiled: "It was originally without birth; it was not only without birth, but originally invisible; it was not only without invisible."

The left half of the Mage Wutian's shoulder blade was broken and mostly sunk deeply. The left arm was also left in the foreign guest hotel. His sleeves were swinging lightly in the wind, which was quite lonely. Although the wide gray clothes covered his body, I wondered what the injuries were inside, it was particularly thrilling.

The incompleteness of his body contrasts with his words just now, making the disciples of the Qingmen become more and more sad. The most painful thing in life is not losing a close relative, but watching him die but being powerless. It is this guilt that made Liang Xiwen swear not to go against the last will of Master Wuyan.

This is also the reason why she supports Ye Lingtian.

"I heard that Tianbao failed, but Ye Lingtian was injured?"

Master Wutian waved his hand and asked his beloved disciple to sit down in front of him, and raised a question to her with an open-minded attitude. Liang Xiwen restrained the sadness on his face and squeezed out a smile and said, "Tian Bao is not dead, Ye Lingtian is not dead, they are all still alive, but they may not stand in front of you."

Liang Xiwen did not finish everything, but Master Wutian knew what she meant, that was that the injured Ye Lingtian could not stand in front of him, and he could not take over the position of Qingmen from him. This meant that many of the early efforts would be wasted, and Master Wutian's final wish would also be buried in the soil.

However, there was no emotional ups and downs on the face of Master Wutian, and a ugly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the situation is different, but this is nothing. If he just comes, then I will go over, but Ye Lingtian cannot come to Liangdu to participate in the ceremony, so I will go to Tiandu to preside over the ceremony for him."

"Master, are you going to Tiandu?"

A trace of shock appeared on Liang Xiwen's face, and then she looked at the old man's broken and necrotic body. Of course, she knew that Ye Lingtian could not get through to Master Liang Du Wutian and the same was true for Tiandu. However, the master was already shaking and falling down at any time. How could he hold on to Tiandu?

He shook his head: "I object!"

Speaking of this, Liang Xiwen straightened his chest slightly and gave his own suggestions: "Master, even if Ye Lingtian can't get through Liangdu, you don't have to go to Tiandu to grant him a position. Just declare the world at the press conference. With our support, no one dares to deny Ye Lingtian's legitimacy."
Chapter completed!