Chapter 62: The Immortality of Eternal Eat (2)

"Young Master Chu!" Wu Linyin suddenly bent her knees and thanked Chu Tian: "No matter whether you can save Wenjing, we will always be grateful to you for your great kindness and virtue when we do the Xuanmen!"

Chu Tian hurriedly reached out and helped Wu Linyin Avenue up: "What are you doing? Wenjing and I are friends, so it is natural to save her!"

The white-haired old man and Wu Linyin looked at each other quietly and asked, "Mr. Chu is a disciple of the Beiming God Mansion?"

Chu Tian nodded and said, "That's right."

Wu Linyin "suddenly realized", and a smile appeared on her dismal face and said, "Wen Jing is alone in the divine palace. If she is loved by Master Chu, it will be her blessing!"

Chu Tian was stunned for a moment, knowing that Wu Linyin and the white-haired old man were thinking a little bit out of the question. He didn't explain, and knew that many times such things would only get worse and worse. He said without comment: "Goodbye!"

He turned around and looked at the dozen surviving disciples of Ganxuan Sect. He lifted his dantian and flew towards the northeast. The dusk gradually disappeared in everyone's sight as the twilight drooped.

"It's all waste, one is more useless than the other!"

On a seat carved from a whole piece of floating purple coral reef in Tingtao Hall in Yunyan Valley, an old man in white with crane hair and a childish face sat upright.

Under his feet were four incomplete corpses. The head was twisted and threw it aside, and the scenery was bloody and cruel.

This purple coral throne originally belonged to Fengdaoquan, the master of Yunyan Valley, but at this moment he could only stand in front of the old man in white like a child who had made a mistake and stand with his hands down in front of the old man in white, listening to his angry roar and scolding.

In addition to Fengdaoquan, Tingtao Hall also has his son and several elders from Yunyan Valley.

But no one dared to speak, and the corpses and pools of blood on the ground were shocking. Everyone understood what would happen if they angered the immortal. This time someone was going to be in trouble.

"You have one night to find the murderer and bring back my son's body."

The immortal Bu Lao paused for a moment, his tone was full of murderous intent: "When the sunrise tomorrow, I will either be the head of the boy in yellow or yours, do you understand?"

"I understand!" Everyone responded tremblingly, not daring to let out a breath.

"Get out!" The old Ganxian finally spit out the word they wanted to hear the most.

Feng Daoquan and others were ashamed of amnesty and ran away to Tingtao Hall.

"You are calm, stay!"

When Feng Rendan, who was standing behind Feng Daoquan, heard the old man pointing his name, he shivered slightly and lowered his head tightly and said, "Master, what else do you have to give?"

"You immediately take the yellow-haired girl named Wen to Tingtaotang. I want to ask her the origin of the boy in yellow."

Feng Rendan was stunned for a moment and asked boldly: "Master, you mean..."

"Yellow clothes are commonly worn by the outer disciples of the Beiming God Mansion. Didn't you say that the girl surnamed Wen has ever gone to Beiming City to participate in the assessment of the outer disciples?" Bulao Ganxian said coldly: "Eight out of ten, they are old acquaintances."

"Master is wise, I will do it now!" Feng Rendan nodded and bowed and left Tingtao Hall.

Standing under the eaves, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down slightly, and rushed to the cell where Wen Jing was imprisoned.

"Duan Bin was killed. If you can't find the murderer, you are old and vent your anger with me!" Feng Rendan was quite angry with the way of Bu Lao Shenxian, but he also felt a little joyful.

Once Duan Bin died, the old immortal was cut off, and the possibility of obtaining the true teachings of the master increased greatly. If he could pry Wen Jing's mouth open and dig out the identity or whereabouts of the boy in yellow, he would definitely get the appreciation and joy of the old immortal immortal, and he might have been in disguise and fortune.

While dreaming of becoming a disciple of the Immortal Immortal, he walked to the prison cell where Wen Jing was imprisoned.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and there was a vast white miasma floating in the clouds and valleys. The heavy houses were like giant beasts squatting in the valleys, and the shadows were so slim that they couldn't see them clearly.

Feng Rendan walked on a secluded mountain path for a moment, and the cliffs ahead stood at the end.

Just under this rugged cliff, there is a row of stone-built cell. The cell is backed by a cliff, and the other three are surrounded by high walls. Various talisman and array barriers can be seen everywhere on the wall. There are five steps around and ten steps at a time. Outside the gate, there are two monsters with green eyes and white hair like mastiffs. On a blue stone tablet next to the road, there are three big words "White Bone Prison" with red hair and black hair.

"Young Valley Master!" A purple-clad man in charge of taking the duty tonight came forward and bowed: "Why are you here?"

"Stop talking nonsense, where is Wenjing locked up?" Feng Rendan hummed in his nose and glanced at the prison cells.

The man in purple hurriedly replied, "I was locked in the Wu-font cell. When I first arrived, I was noisy and quarrel. I didn't feel quiet for a long time. Master Shaogu, come with me."

He took Feng Rendan outside the Wu cell and ordered the guard to open the door.

Feng Rendan raised his eyes and saw that the light in the cell was dark, Wen Jing sat cross-legged in the corner and was concentrating on her energy, trying to break away from the meridians on her body.

Seeing Feng Rendan, her lost eyes were filled with anger and a hoarse voice scolded: "Beast!"

Feng Rendan walked into the cell with a slight smile. With a "bang", the door behind him was closed heavily.

Wen Jing's heart sank, and her eyes quickly searched every corner of the cell, hoping to find an object that could be used as a weapon.

Feng Rendan walked to Wenjing and smiled and said, "Tell you good news - my senior brother Duan Bin is dead."

"Really?" Wenjing was stunned and saw Feng Rendan nodding, "The sky has eyes, and evil will be retribution!"

"The murderer is a 15 or 16-year-old boy in yellow. He used a white heavy sword, probably four feet long and three fingers wide—" Feng Ren stared at Wen Jing with his eyes calmly, observing the change of her expression, "Do you recognize this person?"

"Chu Tian!" Wen Jing was about to blurt out, but the joy on her face was already visible to Feng Rendan.

A hint of excitement flashed in Feng Rendan's eyes, and he bent down and said, "He is an outer disciple of the Beiming God Mansion, right? Tell me, what is his name?"

"Chu Tian is here, and he killed Duan Bin to exasperate his anger for our Qianxuan Sect!" Wen Jing was so excited that she didn't notice what Feng Rendan was saying. "But why did he come to Qinyuan Mansion?"

Thinking of this, Wenjing's pretty face couldn't help but turn red. Thinking of the tragic death of his father and brother and so many disciples of Qianxuan Sect, his chest felt sore and he couldn't help but cry: "It would be great if he could arrive one day earlier!"

Feng Rendan was completely confused by Wen Jing's expression of joy and sorrow, but how could he know what this girl was thinking?

"Tell me, who is this kid?" he stepped forward and asked again.

Wen Jing and Yan suddenly saw Feng Rendan's eyes flashing fiercely and staring at him. Strangely, she was not afraid at all. She raised her face without fear and met Feng Rendan's aggressive gaze, and snorted coldly: "I don't know!"

Feng Rendan shook his head and said, "It seems that if you don't give you a little bit of pain, you won't learn to be smart."

He reached out and grabbed Wenjing's hair and said viciously: "I'll give you another last chance!"

"Bah!" Wenjing spat on Feng Rendan's face. In Beiming City and Chu Tian, ​​E Wuji spent day and night together, she had learned to resist bravely - just like Chu Tian faced E Zhaori's iron fist, even if he was crushed to pieces, he would never bow his head as a slave!

Wen Jing struggled hard, but her hands were powerless and could not resist Feng Rendan's fierce invasion. She closed her eyes in despair and shouted silently in her heart: "Chu Tian——"

"Boom!" The roof of the cell suddenly burst into pieces and a big hole was opened, and a bunch of snow-white swords fell from the sky!

Feng Rendan was shocked and his desire disappeared.

Others may not know, but as the young master of Yunyan Valley, he knew very well how strict the defense of the White Bone Prison was. The visitor was able to split the top of the sealed barrier with one sword, and his skills were undoubtedly so strong that it was terrifyingly powerful.

He let go of Wen Jing and rolled out in a mess, reaching out to slap the Nine-section Magic Whip on his waist.

"Puff!" Feng Rendan's life was freezing forever after hearing the sound of the sword tip breaking through his chest.

His right hand had not even completely attached to the nine-section magic whip around his waist, and his face was panicked and surprised.

The visitor raised his hand and pulled out the magic sword from Feng Rendan's chest, and his body fell lightly beside Wen Jing like a fallen leaf.

"Chu Tian!" Wen Jing was surprised and happy, and threw herself into the arms of the person, crying like a child.

"Shao Valley Master!"

"Go and report to the Valley Master and the Immortal Lord!" The man in purple who was responsible for taking the duty tonight changed color in horror and pulled out a red magic knife and slashed at Chu Tian.

"Kang!" The magic knife bounced high, and countless tiny slits cracked on the blade. The man in purple staggered back with bleeding and staggered back.

The two guards behind him raised their swords and originally planned to step forward to siege Chu Tian, ​​but they couldn't help but feel scared when they saw this. Although the sword was still in their hands, their steps were slowly retreating out of the door.

"Chu Tian, ​​my father and my brother are both..." Wen Jing leaned on Chu Tian's chest and cried in tears.

Chu Tian nodded silently, inserted Cang Yun Yuanchen sword into his feet with his backhand, and punched him to the ground.

Before the three Yunyan Valley murderers could react, a powerful and powerful fist force broke out from the ground and shook them away.

"Bang bang bang!" Three blood mists exploded in the air, and their limbs flew across the body and their bodies were incomplete.

"I'll help you unlock the ban first." After dealing with the three guards, Chu Tian exhaled his left hand and the demonic energy of Fandu was injected into the Dazhui point of Wenjing's vest.

Unexpectedly, a strange green light seal suddenly lit up between Wen Jing's eyebrows, and a cold air force emerged from her delicate body, which shocked Chu Tian's left hand.

Chu Tian lowly, Wen Jing's face turned pale and endured the pain of the stimulating demonic energy in her body and said, "This is the unique skill of the immortal demon "patch seal"!"

Chu Tian nodded and heard footsteps outside the door again, with more than ten people coming. There were also two extremely subtle sounds of wind, as if the two green-eyed snow mastiffs also rushed over.

A little further away, sharp trumpets rang out throughout the night sky, awakening the sleeping Yunyan Valley suddenly.

Chu Tian looked calm and pulled up the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword without saying a word.
Chapter completed!