Originally, with Wen Tianxiang's skill and cultivation, he would never care about Li Xiao and the others. Who would have known that just when he was about to kill the culprit in front of him, his wife Pan, who had been with him day and night, actually killed him behind his back.
He hit his own palm, causing Wen Tianxiang, who was already seriously injured, to lose all his advantages in an instant.
Under everyone's angry and confused gazes, Pan walked straight towards Li Xiao and fell into his arms.
Faced with such a scene, Wen Tianxiang couldn't catch his breath and almost died on the spot. Fortunately, all his subordinates risked their lives to save him and he was able to escape for a while. After many rounds of siege, only the father and son were left.
"I didn't expect that the Immortal Master's unintentional act that day actually fulfilled your father's wish."
Cheng Chi smiled a little when he heard this. God is really watching what people do, and there is a certain destiny. This Li Xiao did things too far, and ended up dying unexpectedly.
"Wen Lanfeng will always remember the life-saving grace he gave me that day."
Wen Lanfeng, who was walking in front, turned back and said calmly.
"I guess you left at that time to take revenge, right?"
Cheng Chi was a little shocked. Could it be that after we said goodbye that day, he went out for revenge alone, and among his enemies was his mother.
"Except for Shen Langfei from Yaoling Pavilion, there are a total of 341 people from the Fengsha Gang and the Pan family. No one is alive, old, young or weak!"
With his calm words and cold eyes, Wen Lanfeng actually gave Cheng Chi a ferocious smile, which made Cheng Chi, who was following closely behind, shiver in his heart. He was such a cruel person.
"The Immortal Master seems to be in the valley ahead, and there are faint signs of fighting."
Just when Cheng Chi was thinking wildly, Wen Lanfeng pointed to the smoky valley ahead and said lightly.
"What? The Immortal Master is in danger!"
Cheng Chi's heart twitched, and he understood Zhang Daoling's current situation as a world saver. He jumped out and turned into a white lightning and rushed straight to the valley. A flash of light flashed in Wen Lanfeng's eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, and he murmured in a low voice.
Said: "I want to become stronger, I must become stronger!"
The originally quiet valley was filled with a strong smell of blood. As soon as Cheng Chi arrived, a black shadow flew over and rolled to the side with a "bang". It turned out to be a human head dripping with blood. The man's face was full of blood.
The black beard was dyed red, and the eyes were wide open, as if he was still staring at death.
In the mist, I saw a figure standing tall, with a long knife in his hand vaguely visible, and a cold aura constantly exuding from his body. There seemed to be another person behind him, hunched over, following closely beside him.
"Master Immortal, where are you!"
Seeing the limbs and blood on the ground, Cheng Chi was shocked. Who is the death-like existence in front of him? Where is the Immortal Master? Could he have been brutally killed?
"Boss Cheng, you are finally here."
A familiar voice came from the fog. Zhang Daoling slowly walked out of the thick fog. He staggered a few steps and was covered in blood. He was obviously seriously injured.
Cheng Chi hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Daoling, who was about to fall. He raised his eyes and looked, and was shocked. It turned out that the demon-like figure was actually Chu Zhenxiong, a black shadow transformed by the evil spirit of Cangyou.
At this moment, he stood blankly on the spot with the Heavenly Sword in hand, his eyes dull and motionless. His whole body was clean and not stained with a drop of blood. He looked strange and refined. There were countless pieces of meat scattered around, which made people sick to watch.
After that bright light in the wild and foreign land, I thought that the Cangyou and the fierce spirit were destroyed together with Qingyao, but I didn't expect that he miraculously survived.
"Boss Cheng, take me out of here."
Zhang Daoling whispered, and then he closed his eyes and passed out. The extreme fatigue had made the old man physically and mentally exhausted. Maybe from now on, there would be nothing in the world worthy of his nostalgia.
Cheng Chi glanced around. Blood was covered with almost every inch of the land here. The remains of the human body could no longer tell how many people were fighting here.
After picking up Zhang Daoling, Cheng Chi turned around and was shocked again. He didn't know when Cangyou Ruling had disappeared.
"What is going on with this dark and violent spirit? It seems that we can only wait until the immortal master wakes up to discuss this matter."
Cheng Chi nodded to Wen Lanfeng, who had just arrived, and the two flew away, leaving behind only the blood on the ground and the miserable lonely souls.
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The land of China is full of forests, the cold wind is howling, and everything is withering.
A series of deep footprints were left on the snow-white ground. Not far away, a fat man carrying a giant knife stood in the snow. The little stubble on his mouth gave him a bit of vicissitudes of life. He looked up at the slowly falling
Snowflake reached out and gently caught the falling piece of white, and said softly to herself: "Dad, how are you living there?"
"Cheng Chi, I, Nangong Feizhu, are at odds with you!"
A moment later, a roar resounded across the vast sky, and a flock of birds arose in the forest in the distance. Amidst the flying snowflakes, the fat man's body turned like a cold wind in the ice and snow, and a few breaths disappeared in the distance.
The long sword is executed in the punishment hall, a storm rises and the water ripples, the drunken eyes are empty and the beauty appears, the tenderness of the children is empty talk!
"Boy, are you really sure you can reach the land of China this way?"
Zhang Daoling looked at the abyss in front of him and felt a little scared. It was not that he was afraid of death, but Cheng Chi's idea was too unbelievable.
"Old man, are you too timid?"
Cheng Chi smiled at Zhang Daoling.
It had been three days since he came out of the valley. Zhang Daoling's body was restored to its original state under the care of Cheng Chi, the young leader of the miraculous medical clan. The old man and the young man talked for a whole day and night, and the relationship between the two became more and more intimate.
Kindness, Cheng Chi himself didn't know why, but he always felt that he and Zhang Daoling had an indescribable feeling of intimacy. Maybe this was fate, just like Dongfang Wuhen, who made his heart break when he thought about it.
"Xiao Feng, are you really willing to follow me and go to the land of China together?"
Cheng Chi said to Wen Lanfeng, who was sitting quietly on the ground not far away.
"Now that I am alone, I have already decided to follow the young master and report your life-saving grace. Although I don't know where the land of China is, as long as it can make me stronger, mountains of swords and seas of fire will be like walking on plain ground in my eyes!"
Wen Lanfeng said lightly, his eyes full of crazy desire.
"Can't you tell, you are a complete lunatic!"
Zhang Daoling whispered to Wen Lanfeng in a low voice. In his eyes, Wen Lanfeng was a lunatic who only knew how to practice. He seemed to be meditating every moment.
"Hahaha, let's go then!"
Cheng Chi looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand to summon the war soul blade, nodded to the two of them, asked Lanfeng and Zhang Daoling to stand up quickly and grabbed Cheng Chi's arms tightly.
With a "swish" sound, three figures quickly fell into the abyss. The endless abyss was pitch black, and the fierce wind blew people unable to open their eyes. The force of the fall was even more shocking, making people almost want to scream.
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Just when Zhang Daoling was about to bear it no longer, a red light suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, and circular magic arrays appeared instantly. The mysterious runes drove the violent airflow around to form a huge red vortex, and the three of them were like falling off a string.
Like an arrow, it shot into the whirlpool, the red light disappeared, the figure disappeared, and the abyss returned to its former peace.