Wang Yuan was hit by Jiang Ming's spell, but it did not hit any vital points, and was only shot through the shoulder.
Wang Yuan was injured twice by Jiang Ming, which made Wang Yuan's hatred for Jiang Ming reach its peak.
The strong suction force sucked Wang Yuan down quickly. Several kilometers passed by in a blink of an eye. Wang Yuan's gradually comatose mind was awakened by the strong wind. He endured the pain in his left shoulder and looked at the mist that was constantly breaking through above.
His body still fell downwards, Wang Yuan smiled sadly, and his heart was instantly filled with the shadow of Xu Xiaoxuan.
"Senior sister, my promise to you to return to the cave to live has not been completed yet. I hope you don't blame me." Wang Yuan said in his heart.
Then I thought of Master Li, "Although you don't admit that I am your disciple, I do recognize you as my master. You led me into the path of cultivating immortals. I will be grateful for my great kindness in the next life!"
Zhou Dalai's figure appeared in his mind, "Uncle Zhou, you come to see me every year. I'm afraid you won't be able to see me when you come again tomorrow."
Wei Meng's figure appeared in his mind. He was the person who cared most about Wang Yuan.
"Master, I'm afraid you have already obtained the jade slip. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. I, Wang Yuan, have lost my parents since I was a child. I can only feel some family affection from you. I will repay your great kindness in the next life!
"
In the end, Wang Yuan thought of Jiang Ming!
"Jiang Ming, if I, Wang Yuan, had not died, I would have thrown you into this abyss!!!" Wang Yuan's last consciousness was full of hatred and unwillingness.
Another major incident occurred in the Linyuan Sect. Elder Tang Li once again made trouble in the head palace. This time Elder Tang Li was said to be even more angry than last time!
In the head hall, Tang Li glanced gloomily at the many disciples and elders.
Wei Meng was holding a sword in his hand, and the murderous aura on the sword was permeating the air. Although it was disrespectful to do this in the head's palace, no one dared to come forward and say anything wrong now.
The leader, Fan Yutian, also frowned. It had only been a few months before something major happened again, and it was all because of the same person.
But this time, this matter attracted the attention of the sect leader, because it happened that an inner disciple was pushed into the abyss by another person in the sect. This is something that the sect cannot tolerate.
Although the Linyuan Sect is not a big sect, it still has rules.
Tang Li snorted coldly and kept glancing back and forth among the disciples and the master with his cold eyes.
Xu Xiaoxuan's face was pale, and her red lips were bitten with blood by her silver teeth. If Liu Liu hadn't supported her weak body, she might have fallen to the ground.
The poignant beauty of her face is indescribable, except for the thrilling blood on her red lips. That drop of blood seems to contain endless nostalgia. It hangs on her lips reluctantly and refuses to drip for a long time, because there is an abyss with no bottom below. If it falls, there will be nothing.
It can leave memories on your lips.
Liu Liu and Xu Xiaoxuan were directly eliminated by Tang Li, their eyes full of danger signals.
Jiang Ming stood behind many disciples. He did not dare to take a big breath and tried his best to hide the ups and downs of his heart beating.
The disciple next to Jiang Ming spoke again and whispered: "Senior Brother Jiang Ming, I know who persecuted Wang Yuan!"
Jiang Ming shivered all over and suddenly started to sweat. He said in a hoarse voice: "Who?"
"It's you!" The disciple pointed at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming's feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up straight, and his body gradually retreated.
But the disciple burst out laughing again, "Senior Brother Jiang Ming, your acting is so lifelike, it's like it's really you..."
Suddenly, the disciple immediately closed his mouth, and two murderous auras immediately enveloped the place.
This time is related to Wang Yuan's life and death. Tang Li has long been observing many disciples secretly with his spiritual consciousness. If anyone shows that he is not calm, Tang Li will kill him without hesitation!
Tang Li approached the disciple in a few steps, and Wei Meng also walked over with a long sword. This move attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked there.
This disciple was forced by Tang Li's momentum and could not close his open mouth.
Tang Li narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Who did you say did it just now?"
Wei Meng's face was frosty and his sword had been raised.
The disciple couldn't stand the fright. Even though he was in the foundation-building stage, he knelt on the ground under the momentum of Tang Li and Wei Meng.
"That's all...I...just said it casually!" This disciple was trembling all over.
"Hmph! Whatever you say has a basis. If you don't say it today, don't blame me for killing you by mistake!" Tang Li said coldly.
Seeing this, the leader shook his head and advised: "Elder Tang Li, I know you are very sad to lose your disciple, but you are also an elder and you cannot bully a junior."
Elder Tang Li snorted heavily again, flicked his sleeves and returned to the center of the hall.
The matter has been investigated continuously, and the people who patrolled the mountain were asked about the people who went in and out of the back mountain that day, but for some reason Jiang Ming's name was not among these people.
At the bottom of the abyss, a rushing stream runs through it. This is an underground river, so the Linyuan Sect has not discovered the existence of this stream.
On one side of the stream, Wang Yuan's body was lying there.
It is a strange thing that after falling from such a high place, his body was not broken into pieces.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan, who was lying there, moved his fingers slightly. This movement caused a chain reaction throughout the body. The severe pain instantly made Wang Yuan wake up and groan.
Wang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the sky ten feet above in disbelief. The fog was rising from there. The bottom of the abyss ten feet below was not covered by fog.
Wang Yuan's first thought when he woke up was "not dead"?
But several bones were indeed broken in the body. Although the cultivator's body was transformed, he still looked like a mortal without consciousness.
Wang Yuan endured the severe pain and slowly sat up. Not to mention the injuries on his arms, he also had several broken ribs and pain all over his body.
"Huh!" Wang Yuan took a deep breath and sat up leaning against the wall of the abyss.
Wang Yuan looked up at the sky again. This was a strange place.
"I remember my last consciousness. Suddenly there was a force of repulsion behind my back, and the tendency of my body to fall was offset by 90%. What was the phenomenon in the mist?" Wang Yuan recalled the moment before he lost consciousness.
After a long time, Wang Yuan breathed away, his mind moved, and two clones came out of his body.
These two clones were intact, which surprised Wang Yuan!
The two bodies had no other consciousness. After coming out, they sat there quietly and started practicing, which made Wang Yuan smile bitterly.
"What's going on here? We're still practicing." Wang Yuan said to the two clones.
But he didn't get a reply and continued to practice silently.
Wang Yuan no longer wasted his energy, nor did he think about why he didn't fall to death. His ribs were broken, which obviously affected his activities. Wang Yuan endured the pain and just straightened his ribs, then sat down cross-legged and began to heal.
Among mortals who have internal power, the internal power is much lower than spiritual energy. However, internal power still has healing effects, and spiritual energy must also have it.
A few days later, although he had not fully recovered, he could no longer move around.
Wang Yuan took back the two clones not far away, and his strength suddenly returned to the tenth level of Qi training.
After clenching his fist, Wang Yuan planned to explore the bottom of the abyss first to see if there was a way out.
The bottom of the abyss was very large, wide at one end and narrow at the other. Wang Yuan walked slowly towards the narrow side.
The further we walked, the smaller the distance between the walls on both sides became. In the end, only one person could move around, and Wang Yuan walked forward alone.
Not long after, Wang Yuan had to stop, and there was no road in front of him, and the abyss walls on both sides had merged into one.
Wang Yuan looked at the walls on both sides. The walls were covered in scars, as if they had been carved out by something with brute force.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan stared at the corner, where there seemed to be something embedded in the mountain wall.
As soon as he wiped the storage bag, he had the long sword in his hand. The long sword came out instantly and stabbed into that corner with a roar.
"Qiang!"
The wall was very hard, and one sword could only chip away a piece of stone. But Wang Yuan's eyes lit up when he looked at the stone that had been chipped away.
"There's really something in there!"
The long sword in his hand kept clanking towards the corner. After a while, Wang Yuan smashed the stones in the corner, and Wang Yuan took out the objects inside.
"This is..." Wang Yuan looked at a "plate"-shaped object in front of him strangely.
Wang Yuan opened his sleeves and all the dust on the object was swept away.
After the dust dispersed, you could actually see many ferocious and roaring people engraved on the plate, and complex symbols engraved on the plate.
"This is a treasure!" Wang Yuan said in surprise, and then his spiritual consciousness extended out, wanting to leave a mark of the soul on it.
But when Wang Yuan's spirit touched the plate, there was a roar in Wang Yuan's mind, as if something was drilling into his brain. Wang Yuan threw the plate away in pain, and knelt on the ground, covering his head and groaning.
Wang Yuan's brain was about to explode, but suddenly his brain was shaken, and a huge voice sounded in his mind.
"My name is Ming Luo!"
After Wang Yuan heard this voice, huge messages penetrated his brain. Wang Yuan's brain ached. He suddenly thought of what he had heard before. After some powerful people's bodies were destroyed, their souls would take over other people's bodies.
Body.
"Could it be that I, Wang Yuan, will be taken away from me today!?" Wang Yuan was unwilling to be passive, and his clone immediately appeared from his body.
With his secret connection with the clones, Wang Yuan directed all the huge messages into one of the clones. The clone knelt on the ground on the spot and was similar to Wang Yuan, covering his head and struggling.
In this way, Wang Yuan's head didn't hurt so much, but the message didn't seem to be over. Wang Yuan tried his best to sit up straight and intercept one of the messages.
This is a memory, Wang Yuan feels like he is immersed in it!
There were two parties, tens of thousands of people on each side. One side was filled with fierce flames, and Wang Yuan was standing in front of these people.
The people on the opposite side were all full of fairy spirit, and one person stood up and looked at Wang Yuan in front of him.
What followed was an unimaginable scene for Wang Yuan. The two parties were fighting together. Earth-shattering spells and roaring roars filled his mind. Various magic weapons and black clouds filled the sky stimulated Wang Yuan.
The sky was roaring and the earth was trembling. Wang Yuan felt that anyone could make the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent disappear with a casual blow!
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