Yang Zhan returned to the Tianwu Temple. As soon as he sat down, he slapped the desk made of purple gold meteorite next to his seat into powder with one palm. The commanders of the cult gathered in the hall were shocked by the aftermath of the palm force.
Blood surged, and the dozens of centurions standing behind were directly shocked by the aftermath, causing blood to spurt out.
Yang Zhan didn't even look at the subordinates who were injured by him in the hall. He roared, "Pass this divine order: all the members of the cult will move with all their strength to collect all the awakening stones owned by Tianwu. Anyone who disobeys will be killed! You can't keep it privately."
Those who turn it in will be wiped out! From today on, all awakening stones must be collected within three days. If any one is left outside, the person responsible for clearing the collection area will kill the nine tribes!"
"I obey my orders!"
Yang Zhan covered the sore spot and screamed, "Go quickly!"
The figures in the hall flashed and disappeared in an instant, leaving only Yang Zhan and Yang Qingtian standing aside.
Looking at Yang Qingtian, Yang Zhan shouted angrily, "What are you still doing here? Why don't you go and invite Miaoshou? You're such a useless thing!"
Yang Qingtian glanced at Yang Zhan and said, "Father, are you sure you want to ask your aunt to treat you?"
Yang Zhan: "You idiot, can't you just not let your mother know?"
Yang Qingtian murmured in a low voice, "I don't know who is useless now? You just want to have a second child, and you want to ask your aunt to treat you. If the treatment is cured, you can give me the whole brother, sister, etc."
, then wouldn’t I have suffered a big loss?”
Hearing his son's words, Yang Zhan was so angry that he wanted to slap him to death and cursed, "What did you say, you traitor?"
Yang Qingtian: "That's right! If you hadn't been so upset that you wanted to occupy the Lingwu Continent, my Wei'er wouldn't have died. As long as my Wei'er is still there, your Martial God Body will be there.
Heir, then you won’t be thinking about having a second child all day long..."
"What did you say? My good grandson Yang Wei is dead?" The father and son who were having a heated argument were interrupted by a woman's voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman less than four feet tall with two towering hairdos stepped directly in front of Yang Qingtian from outside the hall door.
Yang Qingtian trembled, and tears burst into his eyes. He cried, "Yes, mother! My Wei'er was killed. Uh-huh-huh..."
"Tian'er, please tell mother carefully, who is so brave and dares to kill my good grandson?"
Yang Zhan: "Madam, don't listen to that traitor's nonsense. Your good grandson is still alive, but..."
"Just what?" Yang Qingtian's mother glared at Yang Zhan and asked.
Seeing that look, Yang Zhan felt that his second child was going to be ruined, so he hurriedly explained, "My grandson is here to save this rebellious son, but his soul is still intact."
"Tian'er!"
Yang Qingtian was frightened and looked at her mother with eyes full of love. "Mother, listen to me."
His mother changed her angle and continued to glare at him sideways, with an expression of 'please start your performance'.
"Mother, Wei'er was already in a high position in the Demon Subduing Sect, and would have the chance to control the entire sect in the future. However, being interfered with by my father not only failed to win Lingwu, but also caused Wei'er to die for saving me.
In danger."
"You traitor! How dare you blame this on me? If you hadn't killed the Dinglu family who didn't kill you, would they have hated you so much? You blame me for not wiping your butt clean. It seems that I am indeed
You should consider having a second child.”
Yang Zhan was so angry that he wanted to slap Yang Qingtian to death, but he was afraid of the woman with pigtails, so he could only talk.
"Okay. Tian'er, please go down! Your father and I still have something to discuss." Yang Qingtian's mother waved her hand for him to step back.
As soon as Yang Qingtian exited the temple, he heard his mother's voice: "Do you feel any pain for my little Zhanzhan? Will your appearance now affect the quality of the second child! Ouch, I feel so sorry for my sister..."
When Yang Qingtian heard this, he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood for more than ten steps. He rushed back to his God's Son Palace, grabbed a maid and went straight to the bed...
In Jiuxiao Palace, Lin Fan remained silent.
Zhu Mozhao stood aside and said nothing, while Xiaobei, who had captured Fang Yuhai, sat aside and looked left and right, looking back at his hometown.
Dou Siqi held a piece of purple jade in his hand, with the image of Zhou Biyun when he left engraved on it.
In the image, a Bagua formation rises from the ground at the bottom of Fengqi Canyon, shining with charming blue light. Yang Zhan stands in the center of the Bagua, with his left foot stepping on the yin and his right foot stepping on the yang; a large number of top-quality spiritual stones are stacked one after another in each of the eight directions.
Turn into powder.
When the charming blue light became darker and darker, and gradually turned into dark purple, the Tianwu warriors were supported by the Bagua formation and soared into the sky.
Through the void, the vision gradually becomes clear.
A splendid city tower emerged, with a white jade plaque hung high on the tower. The plaque was inlaid with four large characters "Tianwu God Sect" in green.
Among the subordinates of the Tianwu God Sect who had just returned, a slender hand secretly crushed the purple jade in the palm of its hand.
"Don't hang on to me!" These four short words summed up her determination for revenge.
Lin Fan had many opportunities to kill Yang Qingtian to avenge his master, but instead of doing so, he let him leave intact in the end.
Even if the master doesn't blame him, he himself can't find an excuse to forgive himself.
If he hadn't been so conceited that he could defeat Yang Zhan, he wouldn't have been punched and almost killed; he wouldn't have let his woman take risks to negotiate terms with the other party, and finally let the master go to Tianwu alone.
He was already in complete control of the overall situation, and he could only set the conditions by himself. In the end, things turned out like this. Lin Fan felt unspeakable self-blame in his heart, and he even felt ashamed of the expectations that thousands of Lingwu warriors had for him.
"Since it's irreversible, let's find a way to save it!" The silence will eventually be broken, and Maude was the first to speak.
Everyone turned their attention to him, hoping that he could give a good idea to solve the problem.
"Here are all the resources collected from the Tianwu people. I feel that it can be enough for many people to break through to the imperial realm..." Mod asked and took out a bunch of space treasures.
Lin Fansheng stared at those space treasures, snatched them away in a flash, and then threw the rummaged space treasures one by one to Zhu Mozhao and others like throwing melon seed peels...
A few people knew what Lin Fan was looking for, and as long as they could get him over this hurdle, let him do it!
As the last space belt was thrown to Zhu Shanglou, Lin Fan grabbed Dou Siqi and disappeared in front of everyone.
Arriving on the fourth floor of the main hall, Lin Fan looked at the mountains of elixirs and herbs in front of him, sitting cross-legged and waving hundreds of alchemy furnaces floating around him.
The sun essence fire was beating at the fingertips, and hundreds of elixir furnaces were emitting medicinal fragrance at the same time. Dou Siqi just stood by and put the various refined elixirs into jade bottles and placed them in the space ring.
Time flew by, and when all the elixirs and herbs had been turned into elixirs, Lin Fan was exhausted, so he lay down on the floor and rested his head on Dou Siqi's legs and fell asleep.
"Go to sleep! Husband... you haven't slept so peacefully for a long time..." Dou Siqi stroked Lin Fan's face, tears falling inadvertently on Lin Fan's lips...
It was already five days after he woke up, and the first thing Lin Fan said when he woke up was, "I haven't slept in the past few years, and suddenly I felt like I slept for a long time, huh?"
Dou Siqi, who had not moved at all for five days, looked at him like that. All his unhappiness and worries were forgotten, and a smile appeared clearly on the corner of his mouth.
How could Lin Fan not know that he had suffered so much for this sweetheart? He just swallowed all the bad things and used the warmth from the bottom of his heart to protect this sweetheart who only wanted to accompany him.
"Madam, why don't we switch over and you come and take a nap?" Lin Fan pinched Dou Siqi's nose and said playfully.
Dou Siqi grabbed his hand and bit it in the tiger's mouth. Blood immediately flowed down the corner of her mouth.
Lin Fan grimaced in pain, but did not move his hands. He knew that this would make her feel better.
After biting Lin Fan's right hand tightly for a moment, Dou Siqi let go and hugged Lin Fan tightly, crying with all her strength, telling her inner grievances in her cries.
"Why did you want to die like that? Do you know how scared I was at that time? If you really died like that, how could you live without me?"
"Do you know how scary you looked when I saw you? Your arms had been shattered into pieces, and your whole body had exploded. Not even an inch of flesh and blood was still intact..."
Dou Siqi was crying and howling. The hand holding Lin Fan was already drooping from crying, and her whole body was as soft as boneless and limp in Lin Fan's arms.
The moment Dou Siqi hugged him, Lin Fan's tears had already burst into his eyes. Now his face was full of tears, his eyes had become red and protruded a little, and his vision had become blurry.
Looking at the fainted person in his arms, Lin Fan fed her a pill and stroked her hair, wiped away the tears on her face, and quietly looked at the picture that he had destroyed for a long time and could not see.
A face with a pure smile.
At this moment, Lin Fan was in pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. He didn't know how to choose. One was his master who treated him like a relative, and the other was his beloved wife, but he hurt them at the same time.
Just because of his arrogance, he thinks that he is the best in the world in the Lingwu Continent. He thinks that with his ant-like supreme level, he can defend against the Martial God who is as high as the sky.
He recalled the original Jian Yi. If it weren't for Qin Ran's soul imprint, he might not even be able to dodge his sword.
If there hadn't been Bingling and Dou Siqi when he first met Yang Zhan outside the Bloody Bamboo Forest, he might have died by Yang Zhan's sword at that time.
Even if he surrounded Yang Qingtian with a fire prison in the Southern Territory, he could only do it with the combined efforts of his master and his fourth brother Zhao Dezhu; if Yang Qingtian hadn't looked at Jian Yi in the crowd, would he have been able to really fight?
It's not necessarily possible to pass him.
I thought I had the chance to win everything, I thought that everything was truly defeated by my own strength, but in the end I couldn't even withstand Yang Zhan's punch.
If it hadn't been for the person in his arms, he might have been blown away by Yang Zhan's punch at this time.
Recalling the scenes that happened, Lin Fan's eyes became redder and redder, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.