When Du Cheng heard that Du Cheng was attacked, Du Xuan immediately stepped on the wild Ruyi Shuttle and prepared to go straight to Du Mansion as fast as possible.
However, the person who came to report the news immediately stopped him and said, "Wait! The old master told me, if... if the Du Mansion no longer exists, don't go back and go to the Demon Valley immediately."
"What if the Du Mansion no longer exists?"
Du Xuan murmured repeatedly, shocked. Grandpa left this sentence enough to show the critical situation at that time.
"I'll take a step first after you guys!" Du Xuan said that, and did not stop for a long time. He directly used the shadow snake track and headed straight for Du Cheng's direction.
As he moved quickly, although Du Xuan mainly used Ruyi Tengyun, the wild Ruyi Shuo, occasionally intermittently used the Shadow Snake Trace faster. Even though the Shadow Snake Trace didn't last long, the speed was still faster.
Relying on the speed of moving at high altitude, Du Xuan crossed the entire territory of the Shawang Sect and headed towards Du City to the east. When he met birds at high altitude, he naturally had to descend and avoid them quickly. Occasionally, he would encounter some Shawang Sect disciples who had been chasing for some reason, but they were easily thrown away by Du Xuan.
In this way, even when Du Xuan traveled day and night, it was already midnight on the second day when he rushed back to Ducheng.
Looking at the broken city below, but the flag of Du Mansion was still floating above the city wall, Du Xuan was still relieved and headed straight to Du Mansion to search for the familiar aura.
The first thing Du Xuan went to was naturally his former home.
Under the familiar courtyard, Du Xuan had no intention of looking at the trees and flowers that had been away for many years, rushed straight into the lobby and shouted: "Father! Mother! Xing'er!"
However, the house was silent as if dead. Du Xuan stopped and looked around, and saw white gauze hanging on the lobby, wing room, and courtyard bridges.
White veil!
Du Xuan looked at all this, and his heart was instantly burned by a needle, and tears immediately gushed out of pain, and he couldn't stop it. White veil was hanging at home. Who left? Who was tragically attacked by the enemy?
Whoosh!
Before Du Xuan could be sad, several people flew from afar. Du Xuan turned his head suddenly and looked at it. There were several familiar auras.
"Father! Grandpa Wei, Grandpa Tu!" Before the person came to settle down, Du Xuan rushed forward and shouted.
"Xuan'er!"
This time, Du Pengyu did not hide his emotions and rushed forward and hugged Du Xuan, his son tightly. It was the first time Du Xuan had been hugged in his arms by his father since he had ever remembered.
"Xuan'er, you're back!" Du Ziwei looked at Du Xuan and burst into tears. Unexpectedly, Du Xuan returned to Du Mansion again and saw this.
Du Zhitu coughed lightly, but asked coldly: "Du Xuan, have you killed the Shawang Sect and the disciples of the Tang Gang?"
Du Xuan was stunned. He didn't know why Du Zhitu asked such a question. His voice was even more cold, somewhat like the voice of Du Zhijin who was cold-faced back then.
"So what if I kill it?" Du Xuan suddenly remembered that it was not his grandfather Du Zhimu who presided over the Du Mansion, but Du Zhitu in front of him.
"You really killed me?" Du Zhitu was a little surprised, obviously not expecting that this would be the answer.
Du Xuan is just a demon cultivator, how can he kill Shawang Sect and Tang Gang disciples? Moreover, the one who can mobilize Shawang Sect and Tang Gang mobilize all their troops to come to the door must be the important disciples in their clan.
Du Pengyu was also surprised. His son was just a demon cultivator, so how could he kill someone? But Du Ziwei still knew some of Du Xuan's situation and was not much surprised.
"Do you know! This time the Du Mansion suffered this disaster was because you killed Shawang Sect and the disciples of the Tang Gang!" Du Zhitu was furious suddenly.
"Because of me?" It was Du Xuan's turn now that he was shocked and puzzled. However, after so many years of adventure, Du Xuan was no longer the ignorant young man who knew nothing back then. He immediately hummed, "The Kongtong Mountains are surviving, life and death are based on fate. If I don't kill them, they will kill me! Can Shawang Sect and the Tang Gang send troops to my Du Mansion because of this!"
Du Zhitu didn't expect Du Xuan to say such reasonable words immediately, and he was speechless for a moment.
"Father, where is mother? Where is Xing'er?" Du Xuan ignored Du Zhitu, turned to Du Pengyu and asked anxiously.
Du Pengyu sighed in his heart, endured the grief, looked at Du Xuan, and said, "Xuan'er, your mother... is going first."
"ah!"
This sentence suddenly seemed like five thunder, making Du Xuan stare at his father blankly and unable to speak for a long time.
How could it be? How could it be!
When Du Xuan left Du City, her mother Zhang Rui was only a martial artist in the art realm. With her qualifications, even though these years have passed, she is at most a level of cultivation in the third level of Dharma. How could she still need to go into battle to kill the enemy?
In an instant, when Du Xuan left this house, his mother's eyes were filled with tears. His mother prepared clothes and snacks. His mother's tears turned around, all of which reappeared in Du Xuan's mind, as if yesterday.
"Xuan'er, be stronger. The deceased has passed away, and the Du family still needs us to hold on." Du Ziwei said from the side.
Du Pengyu raised his head, looked at the night sky decorated with stars, and said, "It's my fault, it's me that I didn't protect your mother."
"No!" Du Xuan shook his head decisively, reached out and wiped away the tears from his cheeks, "It was my fault, I gave Sha Wangzong and Tang Gang the opportunity. Father, they caused my Du family to be so miserable. Must everyone participate?"
Looking at Du Xuan's resolute face, Du Pengyu and the other two were a little lost for a moment. They all remembered the same face when Du Xuan begged to take the martial arts exam more than ten years ago. However, this familiar face that had been away for a long time has matured and has also added a lot of blood.
"Yes, the leader and sect leader of the Tang Gang and Shawang Sect, as well as all the elders, took action in person." Du Zhitu stared at Du Xuan and said.
"Okay." Du Xuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "I want them to pay their blood debts!"
"What? You are the ones?" Du Zhitu blurted out subconsciously.
Du Xuan turned his head and looked at Du Zhitu, sneered, nodded, and said, "Yes, me! I, Du Xuan, want to make the Tang Gang and Sha Wang Sect pay blood debts!"
At the end of his speech, Du Xuan almost roared in a hoarse voice.
This angry shout shocked Du Zhitu and Du Ziwei and Du Pengyu. The aura of the man who was only 26 years old in front of him was shocked.
"Father, where is Xing'er?" Du Xuan tried hard to calm down the anger in his heart and asked again.
Du Pengyu squeezed out a rare smile and said, "Xing'er is fine, she should be on duty in Dongcheng tonight."
Xing'er is on guard at the city gate, which shows how difficult the disciples of Du's family are now.
Du Xuan smiled helplessly and asked again: "Where is grandpa? Why didn't grandpa come? And the master, where is grandpa Jin?"
Soon, Du Xuan had just finished asking, and got the answer from Du Pengyu and Du Ziwei's faces, but he was unwilling to believe that this was true, so he couldn't help asking: "Father, what about grandpa? Where is the master!"
Du Ziwei walked forward, patted Du Xuan on the shoulder, gritted his teeth and said with tears in his eyes, "Grandpa is gone, your master is gone, and they are all gone."
All gone? All gone? All gone!
Du Xuan suddenly felt dizzy, his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He just echoed in his ears with a shout of "Xuan'er, Xuan'er!", and then he closed his eyes and knew nothing.
After hearing the bad news one after another, Du Xuan finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
Du Pengyu hurriedly hugged Du Xuan and approached the nearest room and placed Du Xuan who had fallen into a coma on the bed. Du Ziwei quickly stepped forward to check, exerted demonic energy, and took out a pill to feed Du Xuan. He stood up and signaled that Du Pengyu didn't need to worry.
The next day, at the hour of Mao.
Du Xuan woke up on time as usual, but as soon as he woke up, two lines of tears appeared on his face. He didn't want to wake up, and he didn't want to face this painful reality. Grandpa, master, and mother were his closest relatives. However, they all left Du Xuan and left forever.
Turning over and getting up, Du Xuan fed a basin of cold water and rinsed his cheeks full of tears.
Stepping out of the courtyard gate and walking onto this familiar alley, things have changed. Stepping onto the path behind Du Mansion, breathing the fresh air in the mountains, and recalling scenes of the past.
Walking up the top of the mountain and entering the dense forest, Du Xuan remembered the scene of Mr. Zeng whom he first met, but now he no longer hated Mr. Zeng. Because if Mr. Zeng had not been Mr. Zeng, he would have at most only the cultivation level of the eight Dharmas and nine realms, so how could he have the strength now?
If you walk a few more steps forward, you can see the big stone that Mr. Zeng played the flute.
Suddenly, Du Xuan looked up at the big stone in front of him, and the figure of Mr. Zeng was sitting. However, Du Xuan quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, and he actually had hallucinations.
wrong!
Du Xuan raised his head again and stared at Mr. Zeng in front of him. The aura of the great devil Taoist master would never be wrong!
"I know you will come." Mr. Zeng said lightly, with care in his eyes.
"Du Cheng was attacked, are you here?" Du Xuan asked.
Mr. Zeng shook his head and said, "No."
"Even if I was there at that time, or if you were there at that time, it would be useless." Mr. Zeng added.
Du Xuan nodded and smiled bitterly, but said again: "But I will not let my relatives die at the enemy!"
"You don't have the strength to say this yet." Mr. Zeng said bluntly.
Du Xuan frowned slightly and stared at Mr. Zeng.
Mr. Zeng stood up and took two steps forward, but he changed the subject and said, "I am refining a top-notch magic weapon with my friends, which is much more powerful than the Flame White Tiger Battle. Improve your cultivation and after it is refined, I will give it to you. At that time, it may help you fight against the martial arts practitioners in the Shinto Realm."
"However, before this, you must not only improve your cultivation, but also pay attention to saving your life." Mr. Zeng added.
New magic weapon? Du Xuan was happy. He practiced and refined new magic weapon for a long time, but his progress was slow. If he had received help from Mr. Zeng, he would definitely be able to improve his strength as soon as possible and kill his enemy with his hands!
"Why are you so nice to me?" Du Xuan asked.
"Haha." Old Zeng was stunned and then smiled, "I'm not treating you well, I have high hopes for the great cause of demon cultivators."
Then, Mr. Zeng said, "By the way, I asked someone to refine two pills, which may help your friend Long Wanshan."
"Really! Brother Long can practice again?" Du Xuan was overjoyed and asked.
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