Wen Ziyu felt sticky all over his body, exuding a fishy smell, knowing that it was the dark disease and poison in the body, and even the impurities were all eliminated, so he hurriedly went to take a bath.

After returning to the room, he stood in front of the window and quietly looked at the books on the table, and there was a ring next to him, and the paper below indicated the efficacy and usage of the potions, pills, spiritual essence, spiritual springs, and so on.

Before he knew it, he was breathing heavily, his body couldn't stop shaking, and two old tears fell on the title page of the classic.

He hurriedly picked it up, wiped it carefully, and then carefully put it away.

He felt that decades of sin had not been in vain, God had treated him well, looking at the night outside the window, the cool wind blowing his blackened beard, and he couldn't help but smile, as if he had returned to his high-spirited era.

Then, Wen Yiming left with a tired face just now in his mind, his face was covered with sweat, and his heart ached slightly.

He couldn't help but sigh, he cultivated himself and couldn't help his son.

The fifth Qiu Wan is her daughter-in-law, and she has heard Tong Qiang say that Wen Siwen Nian's name, he doesn't know how many times he has read it in his dreams.

Since he knew that his daughter-in-law and grandson were under house arrest in Tianwen Palace, he hated himself for being incompetent and being controlled by Guan Xiaoping for decades, he didn't have that much hatred.

Because it was his voluntary stay, he paid for his wife and children, and it was worth suffering no matter how much he suffered.

Wen Ziyu forgot time, he stood in front of the window and unconsciously tensed his whole body, he wanted to manage natural disasters for his son, there was not much time left, he had to help him buy time, this was the only thing he could do at present.

A strong sense of perseverance and self-confidence appeared in his eyes, as if he had returned to the time when he had traveled in northern Xinjiang.

The door creaked open.

An hour and a half passed, Wen Ziyu turned around, and saw Jiang Xian, who seemed to be more than ten years younger, her wet hair turned jet black, and she should have just taken a bath.

The two approached tacitly, clasped hands, and both saw the surprise and understanding in each other's eyes.

"You've actually entered the late stage of cultivation, what about Yiming?"

Wen Ziyu's nose was sour, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Yiming is tired, and he cultivates in the room." Jiang Xian looked at Wen Ziyu and said, "He didn't... To you..."

Wen Ziyu smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "No, Yiming is a good boy, I, Wen Ziyu, have your mother and son, I have no regrets in this life, and no regrets in death!" ”

"Don't be dead all the time." Jiang Xian's strange tone carried a touch of sadness, and said: "Let's wait for the girl Qiu Wan to come back, as well as our grandchildren, otherwise... I don't blink an eye, it's just... It's hard for me..."

Wen Ziyu tightened his clasped hands, and said with a straight face: "Ah Xian, my son did the right thing, he is better than me." ”

Immediately, he said: "You rest first, I'll go out for a walk!" ”

Jiang Xian nodded, watching the door close, but it was difficult to calm down after the lights were turned off.

Wen Yiming cultivated in the room for half an hour, and the first time he tried to comb the meridians with the power of holy light and the power of the realm, the consumption was very large, but the effect was wonderful, at least let his mother become a martial cultivator in one fell swoop with the cooperation of Jiji Lingquan, and entered the late stage of body refining, which was indeed a surprise.

Subsequently, he sorted out a lot of classics derived from the Soul Stealing Scroll, which was prepared for the Dragon Soul.

When he first entered Yin, Wen Yiming walked out of the door, stood in the courtyard for a long time, and then turned around and left the house.

The night of the frozen ancient city was quiet, and he walked alone on the deserted streets, his natural steps making a slight noise.

Out of the city, he sensed Wen Ziyu's back in front of him.

Wen Ziyu faced Wen Yiming, who was a head taller than him, moved his right arm, and immediately raised it and patted his shoulder.

"Yiming, although your uncle's cultivation and I are low, we will take care of Roaring Island, let it go, and we will wait for you to bring Qiu Wan and Wen Siwen Nian back."

Wen Ziyu's tone was firm, his eyes were full of relief, and seeing that Wen Yiming was silent, he nodded and smiled, "Take care of yourself!" ”

Wen Yiming bowed his head slightly, and summoned the wood spirit kite to ride up.

After slowly rising a few meters into the air, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Wen Ziyu for a long time, and watched Wen Ziyu stand with his head up, and the dispute in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Go ahead."

Wen Ziyu waved his hand, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Daddy!"

The voice was extremely unnatural, but Wen Ziyu couldn't step out, his body stiffened, his whole face twitched, and when he turned around and looked at the sky again, he was already in tears.

"Take care of my mother!"

Wen Ziyu looked at the shadow that disappeared into the night in an instant, her lips kept trembling and squirming, and she said in a low voice: "I will, take care!" ”

He didn't know how long it took, but suddenly he raised his arms to the sky and roared, and the whistling sound released endless depression and anger.

Since Wen Yiming conditioned his body as a whole, and cooperated with the spiritual essence to sort out the meridians, his cultivation broke through to the late stage of the ninth layer of the Great Martial Arts.

At this moment, the chest was full of depression, the bottleneck was suddenly broken, and the cultivation rose in a straight line.

And at this moment, Wen Yiming had already flown into the extremely cold land, put away the wood spirit kite, and moved forward at a rapid pace with the power of the wind.

Although he didn't have the Blazing Demon Dragon and Ashes in his body now, his forging body cultivation had already surpassed the fifth layer of the Martial Saint, and the cold of the extremely cold land couldn't help him at all.

Arriving at the Boundary Force Cave, he didn't dare to integrate into it with the body of the Boundary Force, so he could only rely on cultivation to resist.

Because if he enters by comprehending the Boundary Force, the first layer of the Boundary Power Cave, which has already become a pseudo-Second Realm Force, will be directly upgraded to the Second Realm Force.

He did not go deeper, but probed and swept in a straight line of five thousand meters.

Before he found it, he poured out a long roar of the true yuan, and the echo was endless.

After a while, there was a whistling sound in response, it was Amun, and when he heard the sound of his strong qi, he knew that his cultivation was not low.

Although the first layer of the Realm Force Cave has been upgraded to a pseudo-second realm force, the cutting power is not enough to cut off the sound wave.

The two sides used Changxiao as the contact point, and after a while, Wen Yiming appeared in his perception, and Mo Ziyou was among them.

He exited the Boundary Force Cave and released a three-thousand-meter covered aura sharing, and in less than a few minutes, all the dragon souls appeared.

"Boss!"

Except for Tong Qiang, everyone has not seen each other for more than ten years, and everyone is extremely excited and shouts to hug each other.

Only Mozi stood quietly beside him, still calmly giving Wen Yiming a cool feeling.

Wen Yiming looked at everyone, after more than ten years of separation, everyone's cultivation has made great progress, but although everyone's eyes are resolute and have an amazing fighting spirit, they are all a little haggard, and it can be seen that their cultivation is quite hard.

Mozi Youxiu is on a par with Wen Yiming, and he is designated as the future God, and he is indeed talented.

In the Dragon Soul, Amon is the captain, and the cultivation of the late ninth layer of the Martial Sect should have been the first person of the Dragon Soul, but Tong Qiang, who has cultivated in the altar, is already in the middle of the first layer of the Martial King.

The three of Batar, Lao Wu, and Cui Lang, as they did at the beginning, chased after Ameng, the middle of the ninth layer of Wuzong.

The distance between Sai Yaren, Zhong Xiaoshan, and Ling Qingping and Amon gradually narrowed, reaching the late stage of the eighth layer of the Martial Sect.

Yang Tianhao was in the early stage of the eighth layer of the Martial Sect, and Hao Tianxiao and Deng Aowei were also in the middle of the seventh layer of the Martial Sect.

Everyone had already learned from Tong Qiang that the instructor had changed a lot, and now it seems that he still has the shadow of the past, but he is indeed much more handsome than before.

(End of chapter)