The two old guys had already left, which couldn't help but make Old Master Meng breathe a sigh of relief.

The teleportation just now consumed a lot of energy, not to mention one hundred and eight precious jades, and it also consumed so much energy and spiritual power in the body. If it was really hard just now, Old Master Meng didn't know if he really had the ability to withstand the attacks of the two old guys. It's just that he didn't expect that the signaling threat made several people take a step back.

Lei Shi was lying on the ground, with blood on the corner of his mouth, but there was still a slight smile on his face, and said, "Teacher, the Lord's son is not dead, I found it." ”

Looking at the smiling smile on Lei Shi's face, Old Master Meng sighed softly, "Is it the one in the town?"

"How do you know?" Lei Shi said in some surprise, but after a while, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It's just that he didn't choose independently, it was God who turned on the power of his blood inheritance, but he didn't have the Holy Demon Core, what happened?"

After speaking, Old Master Meng looked at Lei Shi with a slight stunnedness, but the other party just shook his head, and then said, "Teacher, it wasn't me who helped him get through, it was he who inadvertently broke into Long Yancao's territory, and it was the Water Rhombic Snake King that I raised there a few years ago. Yang Long not only absorbed the bloodline of the demon beast, but also used the dragon to reconcile the concentration in the bloodline. I don't know if it was unintentional or intentional, these two actually just met the conditions for opening their bloodlines. ”

After saying this series of reasons, Old Master Meng nodded with relief. It's just that Yang Long doesn't have the core of the Holy Demon, which is surprising, this thing is the central hub where every bloodline converges. It is also equivalent to the heart of the blood successor, and such an important thing is a key factor related to the growth of Yang Long all the way.

Old Master Meng frowned, but without the Holy Demon Core, what would happen to Yang Long in the future, even he could not predict.

Lei Shi kept coughing up blood, and as the rain fell, the bright red blood flowed into the mud, which was dazzling. It's just that he covered his face at this time, and said in a hoarse voice, "But...... Master, he can't come back. The peripheral forces didn't know when they would get the news, and even Whitebeard was sealed by the Immortal Lock, and they couldn't run away at all. ”

There are tears of sadness hidden under the fluffy stubble of the stone, I don't know if it's because of guilt. He smiled miserably, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, I promised that man that I would use my next life to protect his son. I owe that man a life, a life that I can't pay back in my life, but now I have selfishly chosen my daughter. ”

Speaking of this, Lei Shi actually cried bitterly, covered by the sound of rainfall.

Old Master Meng took out a recovery pill from his arms with difficulty and threw it into his mouth, he hugged Zilan and found a place to sit down, the clothes that were wet by the rain because of distraction were not dodging, and let the raindrops fall on him, looking a little depressed.

After a long time, Old Master Meng sighed and said, "We all have a boundary that we can't cross, I can't blame you, and I don't think he will blame you." Yang Long's choice, whether it is for him or his partner, is worth it, you don't have to be sad. ”

Looking up at the hazy clouds in the air, there was no expression on Old Master Meng's vicissitudes of life. Years of experience had left a lot of indifferent wrinkles on his face, a state of mind that seemed to have left him unconcerned with anything when he lost his son.

He knew that the four major families had sent people to participate in this matter, and it must have been a conspiracy. The information they had passed on had already been preempted and leaked beforehand. That is, there was a traitor in the temple, and the betrayer was intent on framing him.

Coupled with the qiē he's done here, the Temple will definitely not rest on this unless he doesn't plan to go back. It's just that he didn't have a choice, and there was too much, too much for him.

"Whitebeard's old immortal is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Old Master Meng looked a little moved, looked at the disappeared village not far away, and muttered, "The existence of the abandoned village has been spread, and the news has been released. It is estimated that many old guys on the mainland will not stop there, and the time of turmoil is coming. Maybe providence will allow that little guy to survive and make a legendary history. ”

Under the hazy sky, big drops of rain were falling, playing a messy tune, burying the sound of qiē on the earth. A weak figure was dragging his tired body with difficulty, and the rain had soaked every part of his body. His lips were already gray, and his immature little face felt a stubborn smile.

This person was Yang Long, and there were many young people behind him. These people seemed to feel nothing about the rain, which was separated by an invisible barrier before it even fell on them, and it was as ethereal and spotless as an immortal.

After walking for so long, except for Murong Xuan and Ling'er, the others were almost impatient. If it weren't for the fact that the jade slip hadn't come yet, Yang Long would have been divided by several people, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the kid in front of him was obviously teasing them.

While repairing his nails, Mo Diexuan began to complain, "It's been nearly a day, where is this little guy going to take us? ”

The bald man's face is not very good, after all, he will not be too good to be played by such a small child, and he swears that when he finds the abandoned village, it will be the death day of this little guy.

Murong Xuan couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment, he found that this road was becoming more and more remote now, and the path seemed to be a little wrong. However, the jade slip in his hand didn't react at all for so long, and no news came. What the hell is going on?

Looking at the immature figure in front of him, Murong Xuan's expression became more and more solemn, "Could it be that this kid deliberately led them this way, but what is this kid's intention?"

Murong Xuan's guess made him start to be puzzled, because the jade slip in his hand didn't react at all, if the holder had an accident or died, the jade slip would definitely react. Because this jade slip is bound to the life and death of the holder, unless the guy is unconscious and unconscious.

But in such a small town, the only person who can do something to the guy above the ground seal master without being discovered by him is the one who has a higher cultivation than him. So in this small town, who can reach this realm, at this moment, he can't help but think of those old guys.

However, he couldn't help but ponder again, according to Ling'er's answer, those old guys are from the academy, and the academy has a civilized rule, that is, they can't participate in disputes in the outside world. Although this is not binding to outsiders, it has a certain legal force in the temple, and it is quite severe.

From this point of view, at least it won't be the old men's hands. But who could it be except for those old guys?

While Murong Xuan was puzzled and pondering, Ling'er on the side suddenly pulled him back, and his expression changed slightly, "We have been deceived, and there is an abyss ahead of this road." ”

Hearing this, Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head to look ahead. But when he saw the dark crack in front of him from the hazy rain, a sneer of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

It turns out that this little guy has been deceiving himself, and the funny thing is that he and others are being played by such an eight-year-old child.

Murong Xuan forcibly held back the anger in his heart and sneered at the crumbling figure in front of him, "Didn't you tell us again that you were lost! Or are you too tired to find your way?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Long's slow footsteps that kept moving forward suddenly stopped. There was silence for only a moment, and the essence in his tired eyes flashed, and the next moment his immature figure had disappeared in place. Yang Long's figure began to skyrocket, although this speed was not very fast, but it gradually disappeared under the surprised gaze of everyone, and rushed towards the abyss.

Looking at this lively little guy, everyone lost their minds for a while. Is this still the half-dead guy? Is this still the pale and incorporeal guy? Everyone wiped their eyes in disbelief, and their intuition told them that the thing in front of them had hallucinated themselves and others from the beginning, and when they all burst out at the last moment, it was like being beaten with chicken blood, and they disappeared from everyone's sight at once.

Seeing this scene, everyone wondered how cunning this little guy was. Murong Xuan's face turned purple with anger, and a group of people were being played by this kid like stupid people, and anyone would be angry.

Murong Xuan sneered and said, "Do you think you can escape from my palm? If you run away like this, then won't I, Murong Xuan, become the laughing stock of others for the rest of my life?"

After speaking, the ink fan in Murong Xuan's hand suddenly burst out with an astonishing breath, the fan blades opened slightly, and suddenly began to grow, and Murong Xuan's threatening voice resounded in the heaven and earth, "swallowing mountains and rivers".

The fan blades fall vertically, and the handwriting on the fan surface begins to disappear, replaced by a picture of the mountains and rivers that are drenched to the fullest, the delicate mountains and forests, and the river seems to be about to diffuse out, so that the fan surface is attached to a wave mark like water ripples, and the picture on the fan blade suddenly becomes more realistic.

Seeing this scene, not only Ling'er couldn't close her mouth in surprise, but even the bald man and Diexuan on the side had such expressions.

"It's ...... The treasure of the Split Wind family, a fierce fan. ”

The pale cyan luster swirls around the fan blades, and as the fan blades turn slightly counterclockwise, a huge attraction suddenly comes from the fan surface. The breeze was cold, and Yang Long was horrified to find that his running figure actually began to move backwards, and he couldn't resist this powerful attraction. The attraction of the fan leaves caused many small trees to rise from the ground, but these small trees were twisted into dust and disappeared with the wind before they could touch the fan leaves.

"An ant, do you think it can escape the palm of a human, or do you think you can really run away?" Seeing Yang Long gradually fly back, Murong Xuan's sneer became even more gloomy.