These two words seemed to have magic power. Not only Master Zuo's face changed, but also the faces of Emperor Wang Zhong and Xue Lingshan, and even the faces of others changed.
The expressions of everyone who knew this name changed.
No one knows where this sentence came from.
It seemed like it came from a distant direction, like it was whispered in my ears, and it seemed like it was ringing directly in my heart. The echo of these words seemed to be echoing in every corner.
There was disbelief in the eyes of Emperor Wang Zhong. His hand was only a few minutes away from Chen Qiu Shui. Even without using his spiritual thoughts, even with just a slight stretch, he could grab this beautiful woman in his hand and torture and play with it wantonly.
However, the distance of a few minutes was so close that there was endless space in between. No matter how much he stretched forward, he could no longer touch it.
He was extremely angry in his heart, but compared with his anger, there was an omnipresent fear. This fear was the darkness in his heart. Even under the sunlight, he still felt chilled all over his body.
Xia Chen came slowly, walking as usual from an unknown distance.
No one should have noticed him originally, but for some reason, when he took the first step, everyone felt it and turned their attention to him.
His face was calm, neither sad nor happy, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.
He walked in the dust, but it felt like he was walking on a road leading to the sky, giving everyone an infinite and far-reaching feeling.
It seems that the sky, this land, this mountain, this water, these people and things are all his foil. He is the center of the world, and people can't help but pay attention to it.
Chen Qiushui suddenly moved away from Wang Zhongdi and flew towards Xia Chen.
From the moment Xia Chen appeared, the cold aura in her body disappeared, the confinement was automatically lifted, and even the injuries became much less severe. This was not an illusion, but something that really happened.
Chen Qiushui was not surprised, it seemed that it was natural for such a thing to happen.
No matter what happens to Xia Chen, she is not surprised.
"Are you back?" She walked up to him slowly and asked softly. Her tone was just like the usual greeting from a wife at home when she sees her husband coming back.
"Senior sister!" Xia Chen looked at her deeply, with soft eyes, "I miss you. It's great to finally see you again."
In front of thousands of monks, he spoke naturally and affectionately. He expressed his longing for his fiancée, whom he loved most, and did not take his formidable enemies such as Zuo Gongzi, Wang Zhongdi and Xue Lingshan into his eyes at all.
No, not only did he not take it seriously, his attitude was simply dismissive.
Because he is Xia Chen. Because he is now qualified to do this.
Everyone was shocked. They all felt Xia Chen's carelessness and disdain, and their hearts suddenly burned with raging anger at being underestimated.
Why do you dismiss us? How dare you dismiss me?
Xue Lingshan perked up and shouted majestically: "Junior Xia Chen, do you think that just because you are back, you can act as a savior and save your Zhengxuan sect from defeat? I tell you, you came back just in time. You were in front of me back then
In front of you, kill my disciples of the Haoran sect. Today I will kill all your fellow disciples in front of you. This is called karma."
He smiled ferociously and shouted to the three-level magical monks who had just given orders: "You guys, if you don't hurry up, kill these remnants of the Zhengxuan sect. According to His Highness's instructions, cut off their heads and hang them.
On the bamboo pole, as a warning to others!"
Those three-level magical monks were in a daze, and then they woke up as if from a dream, and quickly flew towards Ma Huanshan and the others.
Xia Chen ignored it, let alone panicked. Instead, he gently held Chen Qiushui's hand, and the two of them walked forward side by side, unhurriedly.
He said softly: "Now that I'm back, you can't touch any of my fellow disciples, my friends, my brothers, my elders, or my wife. I'll kill anyone who touches them."
A monk with the third level of supernatural power had already fled to Ma Huanshan's side. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing sarcastically: "Xia, I thought you were extraordinary. It turns out you were just pretending. Now I'm just going to kill you."
If you kill your fellow disciple, what can you do?"
He sneered, raised his hand and slashed at Ma Huanshan's neck, intending to chop off Ma Huanshan's head and give Xia Chen a show of authority.
Bang! A snowflake swayed down from the sky, like a copper coin, and stuck to the palm of his hand, making a crisp sound.
The face of the third-level magical monk froze, and he suddenly found that his hand seemed to be frozen. Although he raised it, he could not chop it down no matter what.
He was horrified in his heart, and when his spiritual thoughts were released, he was about to break open the invisible power of ice.
But for some unknown reason, the more his spiritual thoughts were released, the stronger the ice-blocking power became. The turbulent snowflakes fell, but very strangely, they only landed on him.
No matter how he tried to get rid of it, the snowflakes did not melt. They accumulated more and more, becoming thicker and thicker. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a snowman.
"Elder Xue, save me, save me..." His face changed drastically, he struggled violently and screamed, but his voice became hoarse and hoarse. The snowflakes got in from his mouth and nose, and seemed to be falling from the inside out.
Freeze him completely.
Xue Lingshan's expression changed. He originally wanted to help. But for some reason, seeing the third-level monk with supernatural powers gradually turning into a snowman, he was still struggling desperately and seemed to be suffering unparalleled pain. He felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
, actually stood still.
"Ah, my legs, why are my legs on fire? What's going on? Oh my god..." Another shrill voice shouted, that was another third-level magical monk.
He ran away towards Yin Qiu, but before he could get closer, his legs suddenly burst into flames out of thin air, turning his calves into ashes in the blink of an eye.
The flames did not disappear. After burning his calves, they spread upwards and began to burn his thighs and waist.
He fell to the ground and couldn't even fly. He could only roll back and forth in pain as the flames burned mercilessly, screaming loudly. Life was worse than death.
The last third-level magical monk was heading towards Lin Ruoshui. Seeing this scene, this ancestor-level figure was so frightened that he turned around and ran back without caring about his face.
A few cold stars flashed past, but nothing seemed to appear.
The monk with the third level of supernatural power suddenly stopped and instantly turned into a clay and wood sculpture.
After a moment, countless lines of blood emerged from his face. Then they slowly spread downward, first to his neck, then to his shoulders, then to his chest and abdomen, then to his waist, and finally to his limbs and feet.
He is like a rag doll that has been broken into countless pieces and then spliced back together, revealing a shocking original appearance.
Everyone looked at him with extremely surprised eyes. He seemed not to be aware of it, and took a step forward with a dazed look on his face.
With one step, his whole body was like a collapsed tarot card, instantly shattered into countless pieces of flesh and falling to the ground.
An eyeball rolled out, blinked slowly, and then closed it forever.
"Ah, ah!" The monk who was burned by the flames had only one head left, but he was still screaming hysterically. It was not until the flames covered his mouth that he became silent.
Next to Ma Huanshan stands a snowman with a strange posture. Both his expression and movements are lifelike, vividly expressing the fear of unknown supernatural powers before death.
This snowman looks like a real person.
The three monks with the third level of magical power died in such a strange way. They didn't even know how they died. It was as if they were cursed by heaven and suffered a direct disaster.
Everyone's hands and feet were cold, and their whole body was cold. No one could tell how the three people died. If it was Xia Chen who did it, he obviously didn't move or do anything.
How is this possible?
After the horse returned to the mountain, Yin Qiuli and Lin Ruoshui also looked confused, but when they saw Xia Chen and Chen Qiushui walking slowly over, they were immediately surprised.
"Uncle Ma, Uncle Yin, and Aunt Lin." Xia Chen bowed and shouted. He did not call him a Taoist friend because he had broken through the fourth level of supernatural power, but still treated him with the courtesy of an elder.
"Xia Chen, you're back, it's good to be back..." Ma Huanshan murmured, his eyes filled with infinite relief, and his already desperate eyes suddenly glowed again.
Yin Qiuli and Lin Ruoshui showed the same expression, and their hearts suddenly became very calm. It seemed that as long as Xia Chen appeared, no matter how big the difficulty was, they could be solved and there was no need to worry anymore.
Sun Li, Fang Qiu, and Chen Lie walked over with difficulty and hugged Xia Chen one after another.
The four former friends have not seen each other for two years. They have all grown up a lot, matured a lot, and have become supernatural monks. The only thing that remains unchanged is their deep friendship.
There is nothing to say, everything is said without words.
Zhan Kongchen and the few surviving first-level magical disciples all fainted, but they were picked up by Fang Qiu and Chen Lie and took the elixir.
Xia Chen turned his head and looked at the sky, stretched out his hand gently, and Xu Qiankun flew down involuntarily and landed in front of everyone.
Mr. Zuo and others were close at hand, but seeing him gathering everyone from the Zhengxuan Sect together, and being shocked by the atmosphere that Xia Chen came out, no one took action to stop him.
"Ancestor, this disciple arrived late and failed to save the lives of Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Fan and Senior Brother Lu, and ended up being killed..." Xia Chen said with a gloomy face.
Li Chendong and Fan Yun once led a team to the zoo and had a close relationship with him. Unexpectedly, they came one step too late and were killed by Mr. Zuo. Xia Chen was calm on the surface, but the anger in his heart was already burning.
Xu Qiankun looked at him with a calm expression: "I believe you will avenge them."
Xia Chen nodded: "I will."
He casually scattered three transparent sparks, which landed on the bodies of Li Chendong, Fan Yun and Lu Wanting, burning the three bodies into ashes.
"Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Fan, and Senior Brother Lu, I wish you will enter reincarnation again and regain your supernatural powers after reincarnation, so that we can meet again..." He clasped his palms together and prayed devoutly.
After praying, Xia Chen turned around and looked up at the sky coldly: "Master Zuo, my ancestor just made a divination, saying that you will be killed without the ability to resist. My ancestor has always made every plan and made no mistakes.
, So, I plan to let you be killed by me without any resistance as the hexagram says, what do you think?"