No one has lived enough to really provoke themselves to come forward for them, and even the Yin Zong Demon Venerable who rushed to stop him is only protecting the son of his friend Liqian Demon Venerable from being killed by himself.

But at that time, he said that Liqian's death had nothing to do with him, but no one believed it at all.

The only one who believes in it is Liuyu Zhenjun, but now it is that dead virtue.

When I think about it, it really feels like it happened a long time ago.

When she remembered it, she knew who the boy who knelt and held the woman in the white dress was!

She said that the dark green color that flashed in the kid's eyes at that time seemed to have seen it somewhere, but who would have thought of it!

The person who left the Qian Demon Venerable would actually pass on a pure blood to this son, could it be that the Liqian Demon Venerable had true love for that woman?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziyue couldn't help but shudder.

He has a secret method from the Demon Sect, which can integrate a pure bloodline into the sperm and pass it on to the beloved, and after combining with it, he will give birth to an excellent variety that combines all the advantages of both parties.

Well, that Liqian Demon Venerable is still a half-demon, and he has half of the bloodline of the Muxi Rock Dragon in his body.

That's weird!

As she was thinking about it, she saw the kid get up with his mother in her arms, and the sword wound on his mother's chest would not only suffer the pain of ten thousand ants, but also cause her to die of blood all over her body.

And after he got up and turned around, Zhao Ziyue secretly said Sure enough, it is really the kid from Huan Yunfeng.

At this time, he was afraid that all his attention was on his mother and he didn't notice himself at all, so should he turn around and leave?

Never mind! It's none of your business, hang high!

With a pop, Huan Yunfeng fell down holding his mother's figure, he was unstable, so he threw his mother out, Zhao Ziyue saw clearly, it was the mid-stage monk of Jindan, it should be his grandfather.

Unexpectedly, a sword cut off the meridians and tendons on his legs, and after he fell, his two legs were broken at a distance of one meter from him.

"Feng'er! Feng'er! ”

After rolling in a circle on the ground, the woman lay on the ground and saw her son's severed legs, and she couldn't help but cry out to her father in tears

"Daddy! Father! He is your grandson, how can you be so ruthless! ”

As she spoke, the woman crawled towards her son, trying to lift him up, but most of the blood on her body had been lost, and she could not crawl for half a minute.

Looking at the kid from Huan Yunfeng again, he tried his best to endure the pain on his face, supported his hands on the ground, and crawled forward with difficulty, his leg was cut off from his knee, and two blood marks were dragged out.

The monks who were watching around couldn't help but gasp.

"That's too ruthless!"

"If you break your legs, you're no different from a wasted person, and you won't be able to cultivate in the future!"

"That can't be helped, who made him the seed of the Liqian Demon Venerable!"

"Then you can't just kill it, why bother?"

Oh, yes! Zhao Ziyue also wanted to ask, why bother?

Is! I really owe him, I don't know if I have done too many good deeds recently, so I flew to the sky above An Jia in one breath and landed in front of Huan Yunfeng.

Liuyu Zhenjun said that as long as a person's limb is broken and connected as soon as possible, it can still be restored to its original state!

Huan Yunfeng wanted to climb in front of his mother, but suddenly a pair of light purple embroidered shoes appeared in front of him, he looked up and saw that it was a fellow senior sister he knew.

I heard the senior sister of the same sect speak to the An family behind him:

"When will it be your turn for my Wuji Sect disciple to be bullied?"

At this time, Zhao Ziyue had already hung the identity jade plate of the inner gate of Wuji Sect and Liangyi Peak on his waist.

Everyone is watching the An family deal with their family's demon seeds, but they don't want a beautiful female cultivator to suddenly fall into the An family, this female cultivator's cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building, right?

So daring!

After Huan Yunfeng heard her say this, tears fell instantly, and the strength that had always been strong collapsed for some reason.

When the woman not far from him saw this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she seemed to have made up her mind.

The clansmen of the An clan, the little cultivator of the Immortal Clan, did not expect that someone would suddenly stand up and be stunned for a moment.

The old man in the late stage of Jindan, who was standing not far away, stared, and the middle-aged male cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan pointed at Zhao Ziyue

"They are the ones I have settled, and I am just dealing with the people of my own family, not to mention that one of them is born to me, and the other is my grandson.

They all have the blood of my family in their bodies, and I can do with them as I want.

I'm afraid that you, the little female cultivator of the Wuji Sect, don't know that the so-called disciple of the Wuji Sect in front of you has the blood of Liqian Demon Venerable in his body.

I'm afraid that even if your predecessors of the Wuji Sect come here, they will also agree with my approach, and today this mother and son will never leave the An family alive! ”

Huan Yunfeng's hands clenched tightly on the ground, he actually had the blood of the Demon Venerable on his body, how ironic!

"Senior sister, you go,"

"What if I have to take them away? I don't care if they are of your An family's bloodline, I only know that he is a disciple of my Wuji Sect, bullying my disciple of Wuji Sect, is it because I am the third largest sect in the immortal cultivation world?

Moreover, he is a registered disciple set by my master Qianchuan Zhenjun!

It's just the grandson of your An family, how can your An family decide the life and death of my master's disciple Qianchuan Zhenjun? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"That waste kid is still a disciple of Yuanying Zhenjun?"

"Well, it's unlikely, right?"

Even the An family, a monk in the middle of the Jindan period, didn't believe that Yuanying Zhenjun would accept a four-four spiritual root disciple as a registered disciple?

"This girl, I advise you not to talk about it, how could Qianchuan Zhenjun accept a Four Spirit Root Monk as a registered disciple?"

Zhao Ziyue said as she went to bring Huan Yunfeng's mother to him, and then went to pick up his two severed legs.

"How not? My senior brother is the Four Spirit Roots, and he is my master's personal disciple, so if you have any doubts, you can ask my master in person.

And I appeared here to pick up my little junior brother back, otherwise why would I come to your poor country? ”

The monks, who didn't believe it, believed most of them when they heard her say the words 'backcountry'.

Zhao Ziyue spoke, without delaying the movements of her hands, and took out a chair magic weapon, who can tell her, why the magic weapons refined by the old man are so close to life?

After carrying Huan Yunfeng to the chair, he opened his trouser leg and looked at it.

Huan Yunfeng was a little embarrassed, and wanted to use the hem of his clothes to block his broken leg, but was slapped away by Zhao Ziyue.

"Don't move!"

He took his two legs on the side and squatted down, just to verify whether what Liuyu Zhenjun said was true.

The water spiritual power in his hand worked, cleaning his legs, and then converting them into pure wood spiritual power, wrapping around the broken calves and below his knees.

Well, one last confirmation, don't press it back.