Chapter Five Hundred and Eighth Injured Emotionally
Zhong Wen's heart froze and he quickly turned around to look.
What caught his eye was a middle-aged man with a graceful and unrestrained appearance.
The man was hanging quietly in mid-air, with his hands behind his back. The yellow gown on his body was clean and spotless, and the corners of his clothes were gently swaying in the breeze.
At first glance, this man looks like a young man from a well-established family. Regardless of his appearance or temperament, he belongs to the type that is popular with women.
Even compared to the "passionate young master" Xiao Qingqing, he still doesn't give in too much.
However, such a handsome man gave Zhong Wen a creepy feeling.
With the strength of his consciousness, he didn't notice the other party approaching at all.
The moment they saw this person, Zhong Wuyan and others all showed looks of horror and despair on their faces.
"Holy..." Elder Guo also looked shocked, but stopped talking.
"Are you also the elder of the 'Lingxiao Holy Land'?" Zhong Wen asked in a deep voice.
"Me?" The man in yellow shirt smiled slightly, "I am a member of the Lingxiao Holy Land, but I am not an elder."
"Saint?" Zhong Wen asked tentatively.
Being able to fly in the air, he at least had the cultivation of a spiritual master, and he was not an elder of the Holy Land. These two frightening words appeared in his mind unconsciously.
"Wuyan and Xiaozhu violated the rules of the Holy Land and deserve to be punished." The man in yellow shirt did not answer, but said pleasantly, "Since you are not convinced, just have a fight with me. As long as you beat me, In this 'Lingxiao Holy Land', no one can punish them anymore."
What is supposed to come will come eventually!
Although I am so low-key, why do I still attract the attention of the saint!
Zhong Wen's face instantly drooped, he felt like crying but had no tears, and his balls ached endlessly.
In his opinion, although he beat up a bunch of Holy Land elders, he didn't take anyone's life, so he was considered very "low-key".
"Sage, everything is Wu Yan's fault." Zhong Wuyan dodged, rushed under the saint, knelt down with a plop, "It has nothing to do with Zhong Wen, Wu Yan is willing to bear all the responsibilities!"
"Wu Yan, you should know that this is impossible." Saint Ling Xiao said calmly, "I have beaten so many elders, and if I just let him go, how can I convince the public in the future?"
"Sage, my brother passed away early, and Zhong Wen was his only flesh and blood." Zhong Wuyan pleaded miserably with tears in his eyes, "As long as you are merciful, Wuyan is willing to accept any punishment no matter what!"
"Little guy, since you are a member of the Zhong family, you can be considered half of our own." Hearing this, Saint Lingxiao looked at Zhong Wen up and down, and said slowly, "I wonder if you are willing to invest in me?" Under the sect of 'Lingxiao Holy Land'?"
"I will not join the Holy Land." Zhong Wen decisively shook his head and refused.
"Oh? Why?" Saint Lingxiao was surprised, "Do you know that being able to join the Holy Land is something that many cultivators dream of but cannot achieve?"
"When you join the Holy Land, you are not allowed to interfere in secular affairs." Zhong Wen replied calmly, "There are still many people I love in the world and people I want to protect. I'd better leave this luck to others!"
"You are still young and do not understand the truth of this world." A strange light flashed in the eyes of Saint Lingxiao, "When you look back decades later, you will find the so-called emotions and bonds between people. However,
It's just an illusion, an illusion."
"Are you afraid that you have been emotionally hurt?" Zhong Wen opened his mouth and showed a mean smile, "Is it... because of women?"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, his body felt as if he had been hit hard, and was knocked directly to the ground by an unknown force. His whole body was stretched out, lying flat on the ground that was sunken several inches.
This force was so fast and powerful, and it came without any warning. With Zhong Wen's "demon spirit body" combat deduction ability, there was no time to respond.
The light golden spirit patterns on his body have faded a lot under the impact of this force, and the Star Spirit level "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" actually shows faint signs of breaking.
But Saint Lingxiao in the distance just stood quietly without any sign of moving his hands.
Zhong Wen shook his head, tried his best to get up, pointed his toes to the ground, and rose into the air again. The defensive spiritual patterns around his body once again glowed with a pale golden light.
"Huh?" The surprise in Saint Lingxiao's eyes flashed away, and he said slowly, "What a magical defensive skill, it can actually block 10% of my power!"
Is this just 10% of the power?
The power of the blow just now was several times stronger than Elder Ye Xingchen's gravity-based sword skill. When Saint Lingxiao said that it was only 10% of his strength, Zhong Wen was secretly shocked and speechless.
Even though Saint Lingxiao's words sounded like Versailles-style pretentiousness, Zhong Wen didn't think there was any exaggeration in the other person's words.
After cultivating to the realm of a saint, he has become another kind of life form that is much higher than ordinary people.
Such beings don't care too much about the opinions of ordinary people, so they often don't bother to brag about their own strength in front of others.
"It seems that I was right." Zhong Wen was shocked in his heart, but on the surface he seemed nonchalant and continued to speak provocatively, "I don't know any woman who has such a lack of vision..."
He was only halfway through his flirtatious words when another huge force struck from the air, still silently and quietly.
With the previous experience, Zhong Wen had long been secretly on guard in his heart, but he still couldn't dodge. With a more violent sound, his whole body was shot to the ground again, in a "butt back flat on the sand like a wild goose"
His posture, his face was buried deep in the ground, and his limbs were twitching slightly.
This blow was more violent than before, causing the defensive spiritual patterns around his body to become extremely dim, as if they were about to disappear at any moment.
"Zhong Wen!"
"Little junior brother!"
Masters and disciples Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu had worried faces and exclaimed. When they were about to rush to Zhong Wen's side, they felt an invisible resistance appearing out of thin air. There was nothing in front of them, but they didn't know why, no matter what.
There is no way to move forward.
"Please, saint, have mercy!" Zhong Wuyan's eyes were red, tears could not stop falling from his eyes, his knees softened, and he knelt down again, "Please, saint, have mercy!"
"I've given him a chance." Saint Lingxiao didn't even look at her, but said softly, "It's him who didn't cherish it."
At this time, a "cracking" sound came from the ground, and then Zhong Wen stood up from the sunken mountain again, waved his hands, patted the dust and soil off his body, and jumped into the sky.
The originally dim defensive spirit patterns around him suddenly burst into dazzling light. At the same time, streaks of purple smoke spurted out, lingering around his body, complementing the pale golden spirit patterns, creating a...
A wonderful sight of celestial beings floating in the air.
Facing an almost invincible enemy like Saint Lingxiao, after many days, Zhong Wen once again resorted to the amplification technique of "Purple Energy from the East".
"You can actually withstand two of my moves?" Saint Lingxiao finally began to look moved.
As one of the seven most powerful cultivators in the world, he has never encountered an enemy who can't be killed with a slap in countless years.
Zhong Wen's tenacity obviously exceeded his expectations. The most powerful person in charge of the entire Lingxiao Holy Land had to face the existence of the young man in white in front of him.
"Is this the power of a saint?" Zhong Wen had a smile on his face and said harshly, "It's just like scratching an itch."
"Originally, I thought you were a talent." Saint Lingxiao shook his head slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied. "I didn't expect that you are an idiot. What's the benefit of provoking a being that is far more powerful than yourself?"
"Anyway, I can't beat you, and both of you will die. Why don't you allow me to show off my quick words?" Zhong Wen chuckled, "Could it be that if I ask nicely, you will be soft-hearted and let me and my aunt and the others go?"
"It seems that there is some truth in it." Saint Lingxiao was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "Since you are ready to die, then I will help you!"
After saying that, he raised his right hand and slowly patted it in the direction of Zhong Wen.
This is the first serious action since Saint Lingxiao appeared on the cliff.
This move seemed slow and without any momentum, but Zhong Wen suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
He hurriedly deployed his body skills, trying to use the "Purple Void Dragon Shadow Step" to distance himself from the saint.
However, the air around him suddenly condensed and turned into invisible high walls, tightly surrounding Zhong Wen. Even with his holy spirit-level physical skills and spiritual skills, he was unable to escape.
What the hell is this?
Zhong Wen was shocked, the purple smoke on his body suddenly rose up, and the "Five Yuan Magic" in his body was operating to the extreme in an instant, trying to break free from this invisible shackles.
However, all this was in vain. Even if he exhausted all his cards, he was still unable to move at all. He was like a living target. He could only watch the saint's palm getting closer and closer.
"puff!"
The saint's soft, light, colorless and invisible palm hit Zhong Wen. It seemed that he didn't use much force, but Zhong Wen felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a 10,000-ton sledgehammer. The bones in his body were almost falling apart.
The blood flowed violently, and the whole person was like an arrow, drawing a white shadow in the air, falling hard on the mountain, and creating a large crater about several feet in diameter and three feet deep in the ground.
"hiss!"
Zhong Wen grimaced in pain. The pale golden spirit patterns on his body had disappeared. He was paralyzed in the pit and could not stand up for a long time.
Since absorbing the blood of Earth Dragon, his body has become as indestructible as refined steel, and has never been harmed in the slightest.
However, Saint Lingxiao's unrivaled blow completely penetrated Zhong Wen's strong defense and caused great damage to his internal organs.
Is this the true strength of a saint?
Zhong Wen had a bitter look on his face, and his heart had sunk to the bottom. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated the otherworldly existence of a saint.
Saint Lingxiao was not the first saint he met.
Getting along with the Wen Dao Sage and the Heavenly Sword Sage enabled Zhong Wen to maintain a normal attitude when facing the saints, without feeling too much fear.
At this moment, he realized that the reason why he was not afraid of the Wen Dao Saint and the Heavenly Sword Saint was simply because they had never shown hostility towards him.
As everyone knows, the face of Saint Lingxiao standing in the air is full of disbelief, and the shock in his heart is even worse than him.
"You're not dead yet?" He couldn't help but raise his right hand and looked at his palm, "I used 50% of my strength in this palm just now!"
Once your cultivation reaches the realm of a saint, you have broken away from the category of "cultivator" and have the ability to control the world and form a small world within a certain range around you.
In ancient times, many people called this small world a "domain".
In the "domain" of a saint, any enemy whose strength has not reached the realm of a saint can only be at his mercy without any resistance.
Therefore, facing Saint Lingxiao's attack, Zhong Wen could not even dodge, not to mention counterattack.
However, in terms of defensive power alone, even a saint would not dare to stand on the spot and receive a palm that contains 50% of the strength of Saint Lingxiao.
Now, a young man who looked less than twenty years old was not dead after receiving his palm. Saint Lingxiao couldn't help but suspect that he had not woken up yet and was still in a dream.
"Cough, cough!"
Zhong Wen stood up unsteadily, coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, took out a pill from his pocket and put it into his mouth. Then he was refreshed, soared into the air, and started running the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" again.
" and "Purple Qi comes from the east", the whole body is shining with golden light, the purple gas is lingering, and the high fighting spirit is lit up again in the eyes.
How about I let you go if you don't care about them?"
"Thank you saint!"
Without waiting for Zhong Wen to answer, Zhong Wuyan rushed to respond, "Zhong Wen, our master and disciple have violated the rules and deserve to be punished. You don't need to worry about us, just leave now!"
"not good!"
Unexpectedly, Zhong Wen categorically refused, "Unless the saint agrees to cancel the punishment for aunt and sister Ji, I will not leave."
"Zhong Wen! You..."
Zhong Wuyan was angry and anxious, wishing to drive him out of the Holy Land of Lingxiao. However, despite being anxious, there was also a hint of emotion in his heart.
"Young man, I have treated you with all my kindness and kindness. There is a limit to human patience." Saint Lingxiao narrowed his eyes, with a strange light shining in his eyes. "Do you really think that I can't kill you?"
"I said, no one can touch them!" Zhong Wen replied resolutely, "Do you think I'm joking?"
This kid!
The red-haired Elder Guo looked at Zhong Wen who dared to openly argue with the saint. He was dumbfounded, and a feeling of admiration surged in his heart unconsciously.
Knowing that Zhong Wen would never be able to defeat the saint, he somehow didn't want this magical young man to be defeated and die.
"Really?" Saint Lingxiao sneered, "I want to see how you can stop me from punishing them!"
After saying that, he slowly raised his right arm, stretched out an index finger, and tapped lightly in the direction of Zhong Wen.
A dazzling orange-red spiritual light shot out from his fingertips and went straight to Zhong Wen's chest. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.
"puff!"
The spiritual light entered from Zhong Wen's chest and came out from his back, piercing him mercilessly.?