Everyone looked around and saw an old man with gray hair and wrinkles staggering out.

This old man is in the realm of the golden elixir, but his energy and blood are declining. He stumbles when walking, his steps are sloppy, and there is a thick black air between his eyebrows. He has obviously suffered some kind of serious injury that cannot be cured. He is now terminally ill and is about to die.

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Everyone recognized that the old man's name was Zhang Dahai, who was in the realm of golden elixir and was an elder from Qingxi Mountain Blessed Land.

Once upon a time, he was also a powerful figure!

But it was a pity that he was poisoned by a tarsal bone poison in a confrontation with a devil from the Demon Cult.

This kind of poison is extremely difficult to treat. It directly wraps around the monk's golden elixir and cannot be cured. On the contrary, as time goes by, the poison becomes deeper and deeper.

Now, the poisonous gas has penetrated deep into the core of his golden elixir, and he will not die soon!

In the mirage scene, Zhang Zuofu, who was brutally murdered by Feng Chengjun, was Zhang Dahai's second son.

Zhang Dahai has two sons, the eldest son Zhang Zuowei and the second son Zhang Zuofu.

Zhang Zuowei is a man of integrity.

To put it mildly, it’s called being straight.

To put it bluntly, he is a fool.

Zhang Dahai had never counted on his eldest son.

All his hopes were placed on his second son, Zhang Zuofu.

Speaking of Zhang Zuofu, he really did a good job for the Zhang family. At a young age, he showed a good mind and aptitude for cultivating immortals. He also made good friends with Wang Jingze, and his future prospects are limitless.

Such an outstanding son carried all Zhang Dahai's hopes, but now they are gone.

The old man's face was filled with tears, his expression was miserable, and he was heartbroken.

He took two steps, his vision went dark, his feet felt weak, and he collapsed on the ground, feeling even more sad and crying.

"My son Zhang Zuofu, you died so miserably!"

It really makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry.

Everyone was moved and sympathized with Zhang Dahai's experience.

The most miserable thing in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.

Moreover, the white-haired man himself has run out of fuel and is facing a desperate situation of death.

It’s so miserable!

Wow!

Zhang Dahai was so anxious that he felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of fresh food welling up in his throat. He could no longer hold back and spurted out wildly.

The blood arrow spurted out three feet away, which was shocking.

The old man's originally weak vitality is now like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Wang Lingjun moved and appeared next to Zhang Dahai, reaching out to support him.

A stream of pure essence was passed on.

The power of true energy is like a rolling warm current, flowing through the limbs and bones of Zhang Dahai.

Although it can't dispel the poisonous gas in Zhang Dahai's body, it can slightly revive his blood and protect his extremely weak vitality, so that Zhang Dahai will not die suddenly because of his anger!

Zhang Dahai was heartbroken. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at Wang Lingjun.

"Elder Wang, be blessed, be blessed that he is dead..."

Two lines of old tears flowed down again.

Wang Lingjun felt the same and couldn't help crying.

"Daidai, Daidai, cheer up! Zuofu is a good boy. He has a spirit in heaven, and he never wants to see you so sad. You have to take care of yourself!"

Zhang Dahai smiled miserably, his laughter was extremely sad, filled with endless despair, and his heart was truly filled with despair.

"Elder Wang, my body and bones are already dead. What does it matter whether I take care of myself or not? It doesn't matter if I die. If I die, I can go see him for blessings!"

Wang Lingjun heard these desperate words, but his heart ached as if they were being stabbed by knives and needles.

No one knows the inside story of Zhang Dahai’s injury better than Wang Lingjun.

Back then, the poisonous palm of the demon cult demon was originally intended to sneak attack Wang Lingjun.

As a close general of Wang Lingjun, Zhang Dahai could not watch Wang Lingjun being attacked by surprise. He immediately rushed forward without hesitation and pushed Wang Lingjun away.

Wang Lingjun escaped, but Zhang Dahai himself was poisoned by the tarsal bone.

Over the years, Zhang Dahai's health has been deteriorating, and he has become terminally ill and cannot be saved.

Wang Lingjun saw this in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. Over the years, he had thought of countless ways. However, the poison in the tarsal bones was extremely difficult to deal with and could not be solved. He could only watch his old brother die step by step.

Now, what is even worse is that the old brother, the second son with high hopes, was brutally killed.

The kind and generous Wang Lingjun finally broke out at this moment.

I saw his face full of murderous intent, his eyes bursting with light, and the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul realm erupted like a landslide and tsunami.

"Haidai, don't worry. Your Zhang family's affairs are my Wang Lingjun's affairs. Your son Zhang Zuofu is also my Wang Lingjun's son! Today, I, Wang Lingjun, swear here that I will pay for the blood of the murderer and give you justice.

justice!"

What he said was so loud that there was a faint sound of metal and stone clashing, and the momentum was terrifying!

When everyone around heard this, they were all frightened.

What a domineering momentum!

What a murderous aura!

Is this still the smiling, soft-spoken Elder Wang Lingjun they remember, who looks like a kind-hearted old farmer all day long?

Some older elders seemed to know some inside story. They all looked at Wang Lingjun with excitement, but also nervousness and fear.

After being suppressed for so long, are you finally going to return to your true nature?

Wang Lingjun's eyes were like substance, like a peerless sharp blade, with endless murderous intent, slowly sweeping over the body of the Feng family boss, Feng Chengfeng.

Even though Feng Chengfeng was in the Golden Core realm, and as the head of the Feng family, he had gone through countless ups and downs and eradicated the Yu family, which was once prosperous, and his domineering aura had penetrated deep into his bones.

However, facing Wang Lingjun's eyes, Feng Chengfeng felt inexplicable fear. The pride and domineering in his bones could no longer rise at all. Instead, a sudden chill came out.

Wang Lingjun spoke condescendingly.

"Feng Chengfeng, as one of the nine deacons and elders of the execution hall, you are the most proficient in the sect's rules and regulations. Let me ask you, what kind of punishment should you receive for slaughtering a fellow sect?"

The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder exploding in Feng Chengfeng's ears.

What does Wang Lingjun want to do?

Do you need to ask such a simple question to the deacon and elder of the execution hall?

Feng Chengfeng gritted his teeth secretly. He knew in his heart that Wang Lingjun was drawing a sword to force the Feng family to express its stance.

Feng Laosan brutally killed a fellow member of the family. This is a capital crime. Do you, the Feng family, want to protect him?

If you don't protect him, just give it up!

If the Feng family went against the grain and still wanted to protect Feng Lao San, the murderous intent in Wang Lingjun's tone almost overflowed.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha!

I don’t mind, I will uproot your entire Feng family!

So domineering!

So majestic!

Zhang Dahai choked up, with tears in his eyes, as if recalling the passion of that year.

At that time, he followed Wang Lingjun and was invincible. He killed all the demons from the Demon Cult and cried for their father and mother. He was really high-spirited.

But I don't know when Wang Lingjun's murderous and domineering spirit was completely smoothed away. From then on, he was like a kind and gentle old farmer, planting elixirs in the blessed land of Qingxi Mountain, almost never leaving the house.

Memories that have been sealed for a long time are slowly opened.

Zhang Dahai seemed to have remembered that since he was poisoned by the tarsal poison, Wang Lingjun blamed himself extremely and tried every means to exorcise him, but failed every time.

After that, Wang Lingjun hid in the blessed land of Qingxi Mountain, planting elixirs day after day, year after year.

Wang Lingjun said that he wanted to plant a peerless elixir that could undo the poison in his tarsal bones!

Thinking of this, Zhang Dahai burst into tears.

Not many people today remember Wang Lingjun's former nickname, but if you ask the older generation of monks from the Demon Sect, they will definitely remember that there was a monk named Wang who was called "Wanli Rentu".

This person had killed not a single devil from the Demon Cult within a radius of ten thousand miles.

You must know that the place where it is is the home base of the Blood God Sect of the Great Demon Sect.

He was so stunned that he slaughtered them all!

The older generation of monks from the Demon Sect have the impression that they are ruthless and don't talk much!

I will never tell you anything about benevolence, justice and morality, and there is no way that I can inspire you.

One word, slaughter!

Two words, massacre!

I don’t expect you to change your ways and return to the righteousness. I’ll kill you all. There will only be righteousness left in this area of ​​thousands of miles!

Thousands of people were slaughtered, and the murderous intent was overwhelming. Who would have thought that he could nest in Qingxi Mountain, put down his butcher knife, and plant the elixir that he had been cultivating for a hundred years!
Chapter completed!