The little junior sister next to her didn't doubt her senior brother's words. She nodded and cast a curious look at Ling Chen.
"Pa|"
"Pa" |
The cedar tree in front of me looked like a nervous warrior standing in the middle of the earth. No matter how hard Ling Chen tried to chop it with his giant axe, it did not move at all.
The evergreen camphor tree stretches out its vigorous branches. The big camphor tree in front of you holds up a large umbrella of green shade. The branches above seem to have thousands of birds flying and singing.
Silently reciting the Chisha Bloodline Ultimate Cultivation Technique in his heart, Ling Chen waved his giant axe, and a layer of faint red gas gradually emerged from his arms, which was blocked by his robe. Therefore, the two outer sect disciples who were watching curiously from a distance did not notice.
Discovered the subtle changes in Ling Chen's body.
"Snapped"
With a fierce strike of the ax, he struck at the root of the tree. The huge force finally drove the branches above his head, making a "rustling" sound, but the roots of the tree remained motionless.
Many handyman disciples who were cutting down trees in the distance heard the noise, lowered their gazes, and quickly scanned Ling Chen's direction. Then everyone looked at Ling Chen with surprise in their eyes.
"Brother Li! This person?" A handyman disciple whispered in surprise to another, much older, handyman disciple.
"Don't ask any questions, just do your own work," the older handyman disciple responded in a deep voice.
…
"Snapped"
"Snapped……"
The giant ax, which was much stronger than the handyman disciples, quickly chopped down the root of the bucket-sized tree. The sweat on Ling Chen's forehead was already dripping down in large drops.
Because Ling Chen used all his strength in every blow, and every time he swung the sharp ax blade, there was bound to be a "whooshing" sound. This scene made many handyman disciples who glanced around secretly feel frightened.
Compared with these exhausted and frail servant disciples, every stroke of Ling Chen's ax was so powerful...
Even the man and woman on the big rock in the distance showed a little surprise. The cold ax blade struck by the man in front of them was actually a little sharp.
However, they didn't pay too much attention to it. If they were some powerful outer disciples, they wouldn't do such low-level tasks.
There are far more advanced tasks within the sect, such as hunting monsters of some level, or escorting spirit stones back to the sect. These are considered relatively advanced tasks.
Although the two of them could not see through Ling Chen's specific cultivation level, they were smart enough to roughly deduce that Ling Chen was at most a disciple at the early stage of spiritual energy.
But in fact, both of them far overestimated Ling Chen's cultivation level. Of course! Ling Chen, who was working hard to cut trees, didn't know this.
Even if he knew it, he wouldn't think anything about it.
Now he just wants to become stronger!
Protecting the junior sister and seeking revenge from the Ashes Gate——
This is the motivation in Ling Chen's heart at this moment. This goal is a bit far away, but not impossible. Ling Chen divides it into several small goals.
In his previous life, he was lucky enough to be adopted by his master. He was satisfied and did not ask for his future achievements. He worked hard to start from a small person, worked hard, and finally became the number one disciple in the sect without knowing it.
It's because he doesn't think too much! He starts from every little thing and works very hard to break through himself.
Ling Chen is very clear that the most important thing for him right now is to break through the Soul Gathering Stage and enter the Jian Abyss Ultimate Refining. In Jian Abyss, he can not only quickly improve his cultivation level, but also develop his perseverance.
This is exactly what Ling Chen desperately wants right now.
"Snapped"
"Snapped……"
Ling Chen spent all his energy and worked very hard to cut down giant trees one after another.
…
Every time he swings the giant ax, it seems that his soul must be integrated into it——
In his mind, a firm voice echoed. He kept chanting, and the dark eyes gradually filled with blood-red——
Ash Gate...!
Ah... Heaven! Why do you leave me alone?
?Are you laughing at me?
Laugh at my incompetence and let me spend the rest of my life in eternal despair and darkness? Or let me show others your unrivaled will? Declare your power and let me tremble under your shadow forever for the rest of my life.
In fear?
Angry emotions began to intertwine in his heart. Ling Chen's firm heart recalled the ruins and became even more determined——
good……
Since you left my life behind, I want you to regret this decision forever!
revenge……
revenge!
One day, even if my body is broken into pieces...! I want you, Ashes Gate, to taste all the pain I have suffered one day!
Swinging the giant ax in his hand wildly, this man who looked cheerful on the surface actually concealed such violent emotions.
His expression became cold, and anger and hatred began to accumulate in his dark pupils.
On the surface, everyone thinks that Ling Chen is a man who likes to smile, but they don't know that there is a dark sky hidden in his heart.
He didn't dare to tell anyone about this past incident. The 'Ash Gate' was huge, no less huge than the Taiyi Gate and the Sunset Gate -
Talking about it will only attract enemies...
He can only disguise himself quietly, and face those friends who really care about him, and he should cherish them even more!
But in his heart, he has not forgotten that period of hatred, because it is unforgettable!
Always remember the blood feud that you bear.
The inner demons are quietly growing and taking root——
The dark magic sword behind him, with its cold hilt, looked like a deep evil eye, silently watching this man——
He squeezed the giant ax in his hand and raised it high! He used his strong will to slash at the crumbling giant tree.
"Pop!" The huge camphor tree fell heavily into the soft soil, leaving a long mark.
Ling Chen threw away the giant axe, and fell head-on into the soil with a violent blow——
The handyman disciples around have already disappeared. The sky is now gray and gray. I believe that night will fall in this primitive forest in less than an hour. There are trees cut down by Ling Chen everywhere, lying horizontally and vertically, sinking into the deep.
in the soil.
The big trees and vines in the primeval forest are intertwined with each other, and the top of Ling Chen's head is like a layer of large nets. It is also like a dark green seabed, and even half of the light cannot penetrate.
Deep in this large forest, on the distant hillside, the white mist is misty, and the thick branches of many ancient trees are hidden in the boundless white mist.
However, in the center of this forest where the white fog is thickest, a white half-bridge pier suddenly appeared.
At this moment, several men and women standing by the forest outside the white mist looked suspiciously! They quietly looked at the exposed half of the bridge pier——
"Finally... finally back." A middle-aged man with a slender figure, standing with his hands behind his back, looked at the sacred bridge shrouded in white mist...
"The divine bridge is broken and the spiritual weapons are forged!
Taiyi is born, evil clouds return!"
"Haha, is the legendary 'him' really coming back?"
This is a woman with indescribable purity and refinement. She carries a gauze Qiluo skirt.
She has a graceful figure, and her long jet-black hair is as smooth as a waterfall and as gentle as satin.
The black hair is loosely tied up, and the cross-shaped beaded couplets are perfectly matched, with the hanging silver stars and crescent moon as a backdrop. The jade lips squirm slightly, looking straight ahead at the crack under the misty white mist.
The man in white said calmly: "No matter what, this is a legend. If 'he' really returns, it will be a narrow escape. Taiyi has been stable for three hundred years under the guidance of 'her'..."
"But he is the real master of Taiyi, and their lineage is the master who has inherited Taiyi for tens of thousands of years. Don't forget, the group of people on the Sword-Forging Peak are all waiting for him
'..." The woman in the gauze skirt calmed down her violent emotions and softened her tone.
The man in gray clothes standing on the other side looked at the half of the bridge pier exposed in front of him. Now it suddenly had a big hole. He couldn't help but be surprised, and frowned and said to the two people beside him who had some differences;
"The sacred bridge is broken. Is it true that the inner gate doesn't send people out to check?"
The man in white couldn't see his face clearly. The white mist floating around him completely obscured his face, making him look like a dream——
"(They) have been waiting for 'him'. This scene is exactly what 'she' wants, isn't it?"
Both the man in gray clothes and the woman in the skirt were silent. No one knew that scene better than the man in white clothes before them. When it came to seniority, they both called the man in white clothes uncle.
However, the three people in the blurry London shrouded by the misty white mist seemed to be about the same age. The only explanation was that the exercises practiced by the middle-aged men had the effect of lasting youth, or that they had broken through to a certain level.
It can be so.
The woman in the skirt sighed helplessly, her beautiful face was blurred, and a trace of white mist floated on her fair neck and shins, completely covering up her three thousand black hair, and only the beautiful sound of the silver bell sounded;
"Taiyi has been peaceful for three hundred years, and the rain will eventually come——"
The two men next to them were both silent, without saying a word, and silently looked at the illusive 'Sacred Bridge' in front of them...
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