All of this happened in just a quarter of an hour. By the time Zhao Shoushou could clearly feel the exit of the space passage, its endurance had also reached its limit.
"Rumble" bursts of loud noises came, and the space channel was also on the verge of bursting. The huge impact force directly acted on the monk's back, like a bright red fountain spewing out, in the space storm.
Before his power truly exploded, his figure disappeared without a trace.
Also because of the explosion of the space channel and the disappearance of Zhao Shoushou, Zhao Ying'er, who is in the Black Iron Fortress, is also facing a test.
"Father, Ying'er and I truly love each other, why are we separated now?" The speaker is Hei Yijun, the future heir of Black Iron Castle, a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, and Zhao Ying'er's husband.
"The reason why my father agreed to marry you two is because her father is a newly promoted ancestor of the Transformation God Stage with unlimited potential. My son is not only a Nascent Soul Stage monk, but also the future heir of Black Iron Castle.
, everything should focus on the future development of the family." An old man sitting on the black iron chair is the current Lord of the Black Iron Castle, a powerful late Nascent Soul monk.
"But Ying'er did not hesitate to disobey her father's orders and sacrifice her own cultivation for a hundred years to give birth to a son and a daughter for the Hei family. Isn't this enough to redeem all this?" Hei Yijun is quite a bit optimistic.
Friendship, stand below and argue with each other.
"Humph, my father has found a well-matched female cultivator for you. If Ying'er is willing, she can act as a concubine. If not, she can return to Peiling Sect and provide sufficient cultivation resources as compensation. However,
The two children must stay in the Black Iron Castle. The blood of my Hei family cannot be left outside." The Lord of the Black Iron Castle is truly selfless, and everything is for the development of the family.
"What if Ying'er's father returns in the future, might the family bear the wrath of a monk in the transformation stage?" Hei Yijun had no choice but to bring out his last trump card.
"The space passage has been completely destroyed. Even if the ancestor Zhao has never died, he can't even think of returning. Even if he takes ten thousand steps back, my Black Iron Castle is protected by the ancestors of the God Transformation Stage. Since you two are getting married,
He has not shown up at all times, so I guess the relationship between father and daughter is very ordinary." The Lord of Black Iron Castle looked like he had a pearl of wisdom in his hands.
"Ying'er is my father-in-law's only descendant of the Enemy Cave in this world. Does my father really want to do this?" Hei Yijun obviously understood more details.
"You can only leave one of the future heirs of Ying'er and the Lord of Black Iron Castle."
After a struggle between father and son, his arms could not twist his thighs. Hei Yijun finally succumbed to his father's power and left a divorce note.
After years of development, under the leadership of Wan'er and with the assistance of Huang Mingguo's royal family, Peiling Sect's strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and it has become the strongest sect in Huangmingguo besides the royal family, with three counties located on the border.
The land exists like a small independent kingdom.
Perhaps the only shortcoming is that there is no late Yuanying monk in charge. With Wan'er's temper and doting on her daughter, she will naturally not give up.
Soon, a dominating sect and a family that had been inherited for thousands of years began to confront and hunt each other. What needs special attention is that the hunts between them were mainly Nascent Soul monks.
As for the ancestors in the transformation stage of Black Iron Castle, they were blocked by Ancestor Huang before he could take action, and were unable to intervene too much.
"Do you really want to stop me, Daoyou Huang? Two juniors in the early stage of Nascent Soul have died in our Black Iron Castle in the past year?" At the foot of the Holy Mountain, two monks in the transformation stage were confronting each other.
"Wan'er is first of all the blood princess of our Huang Mingguo royal family, and secondly the Supreme Elder of Peiling Sect. Since it is a game for the juniors, how about letting them solve it on their own? Aren't fellow Taoists afraid of me taking action? The underworld
"Friends, please don't break the rules of the game for the sake of some incompetent juniors." Huang Laozu's seemingly calm words were full of threats.
"Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that Fellow Daoist Zhao has fallen in Colorful Continent. Is Fellow Daoist Huang still willing to be my enemy?" The world of cultivation is the most realistic existence, and the words of the ancestor of Black Iron Castle are the fatal blow.
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"Young Taoist gangsters, do you really think that a fellow Taoist in the Transformation of God stage will fall so easily? You might as well go to Changming Hall to have a look." Huang Laozu really has something to say.
The Changming Hall was specially opened on the Holy Mountain to store a ray of life breath of the monks in the Transformation to God stage. The current situation of each monk in the Transformation to God stage can be easily judged by the strength of the breath. Zhao Shoushou also did this when he was successfully promoted.
Leave the breath as usual.
The confrontation between the two ancestors in the transformation stage ended just as quickly. If Zhao Shoushou had not died and his direct bloodline had suffered such humiliation, he would definitely have taken crazy revenge when he returned.
Compared with the future revenge from the monks in the transformation stage, the mutual hunting between the two sects at this time is completely like a child's game.
Unauthorized provocation and insult to a being in the divine transformation stage, even though he is the only ancestor of the same level in Black Iron Castle, he still cannot interfere too much.
At this time, as the trigger of all this, Zhao Shoushou had just barely woke up from a deep coma. At the critical moment of the space storm and the explosion of the space channel, he suffered two heavy blows. After barely retaining a breath of energy and returning to the world of cultivation, he was just
Subconsciously casting a spell, he managed to bury himself in a small underground cave.
At this time, Zhao Shoushou had lost all his strength and was unable to fight back to any extent. Even an ordinary beast could easily tear it into pieces.
At this time, his only option is to enter a deep coma and rely on the body's self-recovery ability to heal bit by bit with sufficient time. There is no other way.
This is also something to be thankful for. Although the injuries are horrific, the instincts of the monks in the transformation stage still exist. This is when the vitality stored in the body for many years comes into play.
"This time I was really lucky to save a life. If it weren't for the power of the space storm, Zhao would have died in the explosion of the space channel. Unfortunately, this purple shield bead has completely lost its due function."
Zhao Shoushou's first thought after waking up was the fifth-level middle-grade defensive spirit treasure that had become fragments in his hand.
This treasure was acquired not long ago and has completely lost its intended function. The weapon spirit has been completely destroyed in the explosion of the space channel. If it had not been for its full defense, I am afraid that Zhao Shoushou would have become the same existence and fate long ago.
Maybe one life could be saved in such a violent explosion.