"The magic weapon should also be suitable for our Xuan Gong, so that the power of the magic weapon can be brought into play, you see, the tiger has been with you for so long, and your cultivation has not improved much, this matter is very important, let me think about it more, now that you have come from afar, go back and rest first, I will stay here for a while." Wen Chong said.

"Then you continue to cultivate, don't go mad. Huzi said angrily, obviously angry at Wen Chong when he said that he had not yet been able to exert the power of the tiger.

Everyone left one after another, and did not disturb Wen Chong's continued cultivation, Wen Chong just needed a little time to think about the future situation at the moment, and the figure with a lot of demonic energy appeared in his heart, he already had a bad premonition, this demon shadow would definitely make him pay a heavy price.

Looking at the gloomy sky, he couldn't say how lonely he could be, the world outside began to fight again, the mainland, when can it stop the source of the troubled times, he was puzzled, and he was powerless to stop it, so he could only drift with the waves with the torrent on the cultivation path.

Cold Moon.

A middle-aged figure walked into the cold cave, and the beautiful figure was still sitting quietly there, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

"Month, go back and pack your bags, these days, we will leave the cold moon. Luo Yi said.

"Dad, what's so urgent? Red Moon asked.

"The three holy weapons are about to be unearthed, we will go to assist the people of all factions, we can't let the demons covet this thing, your cultivation has made an obvious breakthrough, even if you look at the mainland, among your peers, it is difficult to meet opponents. Luo Yi said.

Hongyue nodded slightly, and smoothly received the cold ice of the entire ice cave in his hand little by little, turned into a trace of weak cold qi, and ingested it into his body.

Everyone has been in Yangmen for several days, Wen Chong doesn't care about anything other than cultivation, Huzi, Xiaolong and the gang all feel peaceful, and in this quiet valley, there is also a special flavor.

Wen Chong has been studying the exercises of the cold moon for the past few days, and due to the return of the soul suppression, he has a better understanding of the ice of Yunyu, and these two artifacts are indeed of great help to his cultivation.

The ice of the jade likes the cold, and the glass of the fire likes the sun, just like his Xuan Gong, and now the two Xuan Gong on his body are slowly in a balanced state, and the power of yin and yang is softer and more refined.

The early morning sun shone slightly on the flame mountain, Wen Chong left the cabin as always, today's direction was not cultivation, but goodbye, he had already walked in the direction of the tombstone.

In the ruins, the desolate tomb was still standing so quietly, and the vicissitudes of life were revealed little by little, Wen Chong came here with a heavy heart, and stayed quietly for a long time, without saying a word.

The bright sunlight couldn't shine here, I don't know if it was blocked by the towering mountain peak behind, or because the loneliness here could not be resolved, Wen Chong knelt down and kowtowed a few times, and said: "Father, mother, now that the chaos in the cultivation realm, the child has nowhere to go, what is the meaning of the child's life?" Facing the crossroads of fate, Wen Chong already felt a little confused, could he really live for hatred.

The bursts of fire on the tombstone emitted, like a figure, like a majestic man, Wen Chong was stunned, he couldn't tell whether this was reality or his own hallucination, but when he saw the shadow, he had an indescribable sense of intimacy in his heart.

"Dad, is that you?" Wen Chong shouted in surprise.

The shadow nodded lightly, and gently smiled at Wen Chong, I don't know whether it was praise or encouragement, everything was so ethereal that there was no trace.

"Dad, the child's ability is limited, and how to face the chaos of the world. Wen Chong said, as soon as he thought of the demon shadow in his heart, he unconsciously felt a sense of fear in his heart, and a word sounded in his heart, "Cangsheng, it's up to you." Wen Chong unconsciously felt a little light.

The strong are lonely, no one can help you, and you can only rise above ordinary people if you endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear.

Wen Chong's voice from his father came to his ears, he nodded, with a look of determination on his face, and said, "Thank you, father, the child will definitely become a strong man." ”

This is the fate of the strong, born for some reason, just to die for the strong, thousands of years, countless people have been searching for these two words, but, in the world, there are a few strong people who do not die, and who can live forever.

Wen Chong stood up and left slowly, he looked up at the sky, but he was so small, he smiled indifferently, the wind was blowing, his figure seemed so small in this nature, but his heart was hotter.

After noon, the original two cabins have already been lined up, these days Huzi Xiaolong is a carpenter, busy decorating this exquisite house, bidding farewell to the hustle and bustle of the world, gently enjoying the tranquility of the mountains and forests, is also a great pleasure in the world.

Wen Chong's figure walked from a distance with ease, and everyone could see it from a distance, looking at that figure, a little less worried, a little more energetic, I don't know what happened to him.

"Stinky boy, early in the morning, where did you fool around. "Huzi is standing on the wooden roof, decorating the roof, the little dragon is tinkling and dingdong below, and he is also very busy, and several women, cooking and washing, quite like a peasant girl.

"You two useless things, your house has been in the works for a few days, and it hasn't been finished yet. Wen Chong stepped closer and sneered.

"Go, go, my house is much more beautiful than your humble nest, and you ordinary people can fully appreciate the life of a tiger immortal. Huzi Dao, with a clear breeze on his face, seemed to have stayed in the mountains and forests for a few days, and it was quite a bit of a taste of martial arts to ascend to immortal.

"Come on, people who can even build a roof for two days are embarrassed to shout. Xiaolong is still busy with the work in hand, and his mouth is not idle.

"Okay, let's stop arguing with you, I'll have lunch later, pack up our things, and we'll get ready to leave." Wen Chong said.

"Leave?" Huzi was ecstatic, so that the flower world outside would be fun again.

"Well, since the three holy weapons are about to be born, let's also go and have a good time. Wen Chong said, although he said it so easily in his heart, he knew that this matter would not be simple, and when he thought of that demon shadow, his heart couldn't help but become heavy.

"Okay, the eldest brother has spoken, the little ones, hurry up and pack your bags and prepare to enter the Central Plains. Huzi shouted stupidly, his face was filled with joy, and he was extremely excited about the nostalgia for the outside world.

Everyone hurriedly packed their bags, and after sorting out their luggage, they all walked out of Flame Mountain, and the place they were going to was the big city in the middle of the city-Daliang, which was a place where many people in the cultivation gathered, and the news was naturally more well-informed, so they first inquired about the good news and were making plans.

Everyone flew slowly for a while, the grand city has entered people's sight, the ancient town, standing majestically, in the wind and rain has not known how many years have passed, such a long history of the city, how can it be counted in a few words, so such a town, let many cultivators gather.

A group of people fell down and slowly walked into the city, the city was full of traffic, and the rustic stone road outlined the vicissitudes of life, which was obviously different from the city of the demon town, and had another flavor.

"Let's go to the inn first, and then go separately to inquire about the news. Wen Chong said, everyone agreed, it was still the inn, Yingxian, Shu Jingyi and Wen Chong glanced at each other, without words, this was the place where they met for the first time, and now, they have returned to their hometown.

The old man of the inn is still built in, although the white hair is pale, the hunchback is bent, the meaning of the old man is undoubted, with the enhancement of Wen Chong's cultivation, now seeing the old man again, it is like seeing a towering mountain, which makes people respect.

"How many guests are there?" the old man asked, coughing.

"Just give us three upper rooms. Wen Chong hurriedly replied.

"The last time I came, it was three rooms, and today it is still three, hehe, the old man will go to prepare for a few guest officers. The old man arched his back, his steps were unusually slow, his body trembled faintly, but his steps were unusually steady.

Wen Chong suddenly asked: "Uncle, I don't know if you feel that there is any change in the next goodbye this time." Wen Chong pressed into the truth, hoping to see the old man's cultivation from the words.