Zhong Wen's words made Tan Shaojie slightly stunned, his eyes looking back and forth between the aunt and nephew.
Is it because of him that Wu Yan interferes in worldly affairs?
Thoughts were running through his mind.
Gazing across the bruised bodies of Zhong Wuyan's master and disciple, Zhong Wen could feel a rage coming from the depths of his soul burning crazily, surging wantonly, as if it was about to burst out at any time and destroy everything.
Before breaking into the Holy Land, his heart was full of hesitation and anxiety.
Even though he could be said to be almost invincible to the world at this time, if he really wanted to face a saint, he would still hit an egg against a stone and overestimate his own capabilities.
Perhaps there were factors of gratitude and worry for Zhong Wuyan's master and apprentice, but what ultimately prompted him to make up his mind was undoubtedly the remnant soul of the original owner "Zhong Wen" lurking in his body.
That "Zhong Wen" continued to release emotional fluctuations, giving him a splitting headache, chest tightness and nausea, making him unable to calm down for a long time.
That’s all, just think of it as something I owe you!
At the moment Zhong Wen compromised, all the discomfort disappeared instantly, the sky became blue again, the water became green again, and the air became extremely fresh again.
As a result, just like Monkey Sun who was under a tight spell, he was "coerced" by his other self, and trembled and reluctantly sneaked into the "Lingxiao Holy Land".
He had not thought about what he should do after seeing Zhong Wuyan.
If the Holy Land punished the two masters and disciples too harshly, he didn't know how he should respond.
During this stealth journey, Zhong Wen was very cautious, walking on thin ice, hiding his cultivation deeply for fear of attracting the attention of the saint.
However, after witnessing the blurred flesh and blood and almost naked bones on Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu's bodies, his mood instantly lost his cool.
He clearly realized that this wave of emotional outburst was not only because of that "Zhong Wen", but also half of it came from his own anger.
The reason why the two women ended up like this was because they interfered in the battle between the secular world in order to protect Zhuma.
However, the relationship with Zhuma does not belong to the original person, but is a bond that was born after the new Zhong Wen came to this world.
Gratitude, guilt, self-blame...all kinds of emotions surged into my heart instantly.
And what overcame all emotions was overwhelming anger.
This was the first time Zhong Wen felt that he and another "Zhong Wen" had reached some kind of soul synchronization.
"You kid..." Zhong Wuyan stared at Zhong Wen's delicate face, his brother's familiar face appeared in his mind again, his voice was choked with sobs, and he was almost speechless.
Zhong Wen waved his right hand lightly, but with no apparent effort, the soul-binding ropes wrapped around Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu broke into countless pieces as if cut by sharp blades, and fell scattered on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he moved his steps slightly, relaxed his arms lightly, held the two girls in his arms, and gently placed them on the ground. The movement seemed slow, but in fact it only took two breaths.
What a means!
Tan Shaojie's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was extremely shocked. It should be noted that the main material of the soul-binding rope is "spiritual eating grass", which has the effect of isolating spiritual power. Ordinary spiritual skills cannot cause damage to it at all, but Zhong Wen downplayed it.
Cutting off in the air and changing places, he asked himself that he couldn't do it.
"Little, little junior brother."
Under Tan Shaojie's whipping like a storm, Ji Weizhu had almost no intact part of her body. There were only a few broken pieces of cloth left in her silver outfit, which were completely dyed light black by the blood, and her breath was so weak that it was almost
It was hard to hear, and her long eyelashes kept trembling, trying not to close her eyes.
"Sister Ji, take this pill."
Zhong Wen took out a "Life and Fortune Pill" without hesitation and put it to Ji Weizhu's lips, "You will be able to recover soon."
Ji Weizhu, who had lost too much blood, was as confused as a puppet. He opened his mouth obediently and swallowed the elixir. He felt an indescribable rich aroma instantly spread across his lips and teeth. The majestic and gentle medicinal power poured into his body along his throat, and he was driven by lightning.
The force flows to the limbs, bones, muscles and skin.
The countless wounds on the surface of the skin that had been torn apart by the whip began to heal and scab at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhong Wen followed the same example and put another "Life and Fortune Pill" into Zhong Wuyan's mouth. He smiled tenderly at the two women, then stood up, turned to look at Tan Shaojie, and asked lightly: "The injuries on their bodies?
Did you do it?"
His voice sounds calm, but it contains a turbulent undercurrent, making people feel chills running down their spines and trembling in their hearts as soon as they hear it.
"Are you... Zhong Zhenhai?"
Tan Shaojie always felt that the young man in front of him seemed familiar. After looking at him carefully for a long time, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind and he blurted out.
"No, no, the age doesn't match."
Without waiting for Zhong Wen to answer, he overturned his opinion. After a moment of reflection, a cold smile appeared on his face again, "It seems that Zhong Zhenhai left a bastard outside. Could it be the girl Wu Yan rescued?"
, does it have anything to do with you?"
Don't look at this person who is vicious, narrow-minded, crazy and paranoid, but his mind is extremely careful. In a few words, he made an inseparable guess about what happened.
"I'm asking you something." Zhong Wen's voice became colder and colder, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "Were the injuries on their bodies caused by you?"
"So what? These two women broke the rules of the Holy Land and interfered in secular affairs without authorization." Tan Shaojie slowly raised the whip in his hand and said with a sneer, "If you still refuse to explain under the interrogation of this elder, you will be punished.
Two whips are really your own fault..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a white light flash before his eyes, and Zhong Wen's figure disappeared.
"boom!"
The next moment, his head was grabbed by Zhong Wen and pressed heavily to the ground. It was in close contact with the mountain. A loud noise erupted. In an instant, his eyes were filled with stars, his eardrums were buzzing, and he didn't know where he was.
"You, how dare you attack me!"
Tan Shaojie was shocked and angry. What surprised him was that the strength of the young man was completely beyond his expectation. At that moment, he couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly. What made him angry was that his dignified elder of the Holy Land was actually killed by Zhong Wuyan.
My nephew was beaten.
"boom!"
Zhong Wen ignored Tan Shaojie's emotions and grabbed his head again and smashed it on the ground.
"Click!"
Accompanying the impact was a slight sound of bones breaking.
"Saint, saint will never let you go!"
Tan Shaojie felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head. He was still saying harsh words, but his heart was already filled with fear.
"boom!"
His head was hit to the ground for the third time, and the gurgling blood dyed the mountainous area dark red.
"Don't, don't kill me!"
Realizing that he might die from this, Tan Shaojie was so frightened that he lost his previous momentum and just begged tremblingly, "I can give you spiritual crystals, many, many spiritual crystals!"
"Auntie, Sister Ji, do you want to do it yourself?"
Zhong Wen lifted Tan Shaojie's bloody head into the air, turned to the two girls and grinned, "Repeat to him what he just did to you?"
Tan Shaojie was even more frightened when he heard this. He wanted to say something begging for mercy to Zhong Wuyan, but his head felt dizzy and he didn't know how to speak.
"It's not worth arguing with such a person." Zhong Wuyan shook his head, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "Zhong Wen, you'd better leave quickly. If the saint finds out that you took action against the elder, I'm afraid..."
"It's natural to leave." Zhong Wen used another force on his hand and smashed Tan Shaojie's head into the ground, "But I want to take you with me."
Tan Shaojie on the ground had no eyes, his face was distorted, his whole body was motionless, and he had lost consciousness.
"My aunt appreciates your kindness." A trace of hesitation flashed in Zhong Wuyan's eyes, and then he shook his head and said, "But my husband and children are living in the 'Lingxiao Holy Land', how can I just leave like this?"
"this……"
Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this and scratched his head, feeling rather embarrassed.
"Sister, are you okay?"
At this time, Chu Qiuyang, who was sweating profusely and panting, finally appeared on the cliff. His eyes swept over master and apprentice Zhong Wuyan, and then fell on Tan Shaojie, who was lying on his back, with a look of surprise on his face.
Sexy, he asked loudly, "What's going on?"
"This guy tried to kill my aunt and sister Ji." Zhong Wen glanced at him and said lightly, "I just gave him a small lesson."
Is this a "little lesson"?
Looking at Tan Shaojie who was lying limply on the ground, half-dead, Chu Qiuyang rolled his eyes and was speechless for a while.
"Junior brother, thanks to Zhong Wen arriving in time, otherwise Xiaozhu and I would have died in the hands of Tan Shaojie." Zhong Wuyan said with lingering fear.
"What, how dare Tan Shaojie do this!" Chu Qiuyang was furious when he heard this, and quickly came to Zhong Wuyan's side and looked at her injuries with concern.
However, this look made him feel puzzled.
The medicinal power of "Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill" is too powerful. Just a moment ago, the scars on Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu's bodies have healed and peeled off, revealing patches of snow-white and tender new flesh. If it hadn't been with
There is still a slight difference in the original skin color, how can you see any signs of injury?
"Well, it's almost better." Zhong Wen came to Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu, squatted down and carefully inspected the injuries on the two women's bodies, nodded with satisfaction and said, "In a few days, when the color of the new meat
If there is a change, no trace will be visible.”
"Junior brother, this elixir of yours is so powerful." Ji Weizhu rubbed her wrists and stretched her waist. She felt no pain in her whole body. She couldn't help but sigh in surprise, "Such a precious elixir."
, using it on me is really a waste of natural resources."
"What did my sister say?" Zhong Wen said softly, "If it weren't for me, how would you have suffered like this? How can a mere pill be compared to my sister's safety?"
"Thank you, little master..." Ji Weizhu raised his head slightly, his beautiful eyes like autumn water were full of gratitude. Just when he was about to say thank you, he found Zhong Wenzheng's eyes widened and he was staring straight at him.
He was holding his chest, with a faint trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
She looked down and realized that she was half-clothed and her beauty was leaking out. There was almost no difference whether she was wearing it or not. Zhong Wen had already had a clear view of her delicate snow-skinned skin and the turbulent waves.
.
"Ah~ you, don't look!"
Ji Weizhu was ashamed and anxious. She couldn't help but exclaimed, and raised her jade arms in front of her in a panic. Her cheeks were covered with red clouds, and she didn't dare to look up at him again.
"Wear this!"
Zhong Wen chuckled, and two white women's gowns appeared out of thin air in his hand, covering Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu respectively.
"You kid, you are really thoughtful." Zhong Wuyan looked at Zhong Wen with a gentle face. Seeing that his brother's descendants have grown up so well, he felt both relieved and proud in his heart.
Ji Weizhu stretched out a pair of catkins and gently held the clothes handed over by Zhong Wen. The blush on her face did not dissipate. She bit her lower lip lightly and remained silent for a long time. The light in her eyes shone, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Elder Tan!"
The warm atmosphere on the cliff was instantly broken by a deep voice.
Everyone looked back and saw an old man in a yellow shirt with white hair and white beard standing at the intersection of the mountain road where they came from, staring at Tan Shaojie on the ground in shock.
"No, it's Elder Yang!" Zhong Wuyan's expression changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "Zhong Wen, before the saint finds out, you should leave quickly and return to Daqian as soon as possible!"
Before Zhong Wen could answer, the eyes of the old man in yellow shirt "Elder Yang" had already fallen on Zhong Wuyan and the others. A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, as if he had already understood what was going on.
"Elder Zhong, you have violated the laws of the Holy Land. Instead of reflecting on yourself, you actually attacked the elder in charge of the interrogation!" He yelled angrily. "Fortunately, I was worried that Elder Tan was too harsh and wanted to come and intercede on your behalf.
I really misjudged you!"
"Elder Yang, it's not what you think..." Zhong Wuyan moved his jade feet and stood in front of Zhong Wen, trying to explain.
"Is there an accomplice?"
Elder Yang has an upright temperament. Once he sees death, he will no longer listen to advice, "It doesn't matter, none of you can escape today, you will all be punished!"
After saying that, he stretched out his neck suddenly, looked up to the sky and roared loudly.
The Qi of the Spirit Master level was different from that of Xiao Ke. The loud roar instantly spread in all directions, causing waves of reverberations in the mountains. It was like a hundred elders Yang shouting in unison, and the power was astonishing.
One after another, human figures were like streams of light, streaking across the sky and coming one after another. In the sky, dozens of figures soon gathered, each of them standing in a suspended position, obviously possessing a powerful cultivation level at the level of a spiritual master.
Feeling the powerful aura above, Zhong Wuyan's face turned pale. He was thinking hard about how to get Zhong Wen out of danger, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't think of a way.
"Lao Yang, what are you yelling at!" A red-haired man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old said dissatisfiedly, "You should deserve to be disturbed in your dreams!"
"Zhong Wuyan broke the rules set by the saint and severely injured Elder Tan." Elder Yang said loudly, "I also ask all my colleagues to help Yang, capture her and her accomplices, and punish her severely!"
"Wu Yan, why are you so confused?" An old man in white said in surprise, "Qi Xuan is working hard for the Holy Land outside, how can you be worthy of him?"
"Elder Wen, it's not what you think." Zhong Wuyan said aggrievedly, "It's really Tan Shaojie who has evil intentions and wants to take advantage of the interrogation to murder Wuyan's unborn child. I have no choice but to take action against him."
"Oh? Qi Xuan is about to have a second child?" Elder Wen looked happy and congratulated loudly, "What a joy and congratulation. What a joy and congratulation!"
"Having a child in your belly is not a reason for you to violate the rules." But another elder in blue shirt said coldly, "Besides, you are in good health, there are no signs of being persecuted. On the contrary, Elder Tan's life or death is uncertain.
The so-called 'murdering the unborn child' is nothing more than an excuse in my opinion."
"Elder Deng, even if you are on good terms with Elder Tan, you should not slander Master like this." Ji Weizhu couldn't help but retorted, "Master has always been a gentle man, and everyone in the Holy Land knows this. If Tan Shaojie hadn't pushed people too hard, she would have
How can you get angry?"
Although the masters and disciples Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu argued hard, they tacitly excluded Zhong Wen in their words, which made him feel moved in his heart.
"Bastard! When we elders are talking, you, a young disciple, have no right to interrupt!" Elder Deng seemed to be told something that was on his mind. He flew into a rage and smacked his palm in the air, "If your master doesn't teach you well, then let me do it."
Please discipline me for me!"
The violent spiritual power transformed into a golden giant hammer in the air, and mercilessly hit Ji Weizhu on the head without any mercy.?