Remorse! Unwillingness! Anger!

All kinds of negative emotions that emerged one after another were like a puff of wolf smoke at this moment, gushing out from Cheng Qian's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

When I go, the coarse cloth is mortal, and the fate is determined in this life!

When returning, the title of the gold list, the flower candle in the cave room!

But the beauty of this qiē came to naught at this moment, looking at her beloved, her bright big eyes, revealing reluctance, how much she wanted to look at herself again.

Even if it's a little more look, it's a luxury!

Hate!

"Since ancient times, there has been affection and hatred!" Cheng Qian looked up to the sky and roared, which made people feel sad.

All the scenery in front of her disappeared at this moment, a chaos, only the two of them were a hundred zhang apart, Jiang Yuling was reluctant in her eyes, she fell to the ground, her body was like a gossamer, and she tried her best to raise her head, but she could only see a vague figure a hundred zhang away, and there was a clear and sad roar in her ears.

"I can't see clearly, but I know it's you, you're back! I'm satisfied......"

The last trace of strength of the white-clothed amateur was taken out at this moment, and he tried his best to pass, but he could only look at each other from afar, and this distance seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm, close to the end of the world.

Cheng Qian, who was crying, felt it, Baizhang, his beloved, was angry and died!

All the unwillingness at this moment has surged several times!

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a thunderclap in the illusion, and everything in front of him was like a mirror shattered, and the beauty in the pool of blood was suddenly shattered.

"Don't break it!

The scene of the shattered mirror in front of him, Cheng Qian couldn't cry, but he couldn't do anything, watching that look at the shock, little by little turned into nothingness.

In an instant, the sky and the earth cracked, the entire void rolled around, and colorful halos flickered alternately. Cheng Qian, who was wearing a champion suit, his body was like his dream, and at the last moment, it collapsed and shattered!

............

A thunderclap resounded through the heavens and the earth, the dark sky, and a sudden downpour.

In a mountain range with a weak aura, a light man was drenched and unconscious on the wet earth.

This thunder seemed to come from an illusion, and after an explosion, the man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes suddenly. He sat up with a blank face, reached out and touched the rain that fell on his face, giving him a hint of clarity.

"I just had a dream, it hurts! My heart hurts! She's really dead!"

"Okay, I'm going to marry you!"

"Okay, wait for my gold list title to return!"

"Why didn't you wait for me!"

"No...... It's not your fault, it's my incompetence and failure to protect you!"

"I'm unwilling!"

The blankness on the face of the man in Tsing Yi disappeared, and a trace of heartache gradually appeared. Unwillingness, remorse, tears like a spring and the rain falling on the face merge into one.

For a long time, remorse is unwilling to linger in my heart for a long time. But the man in Tsing Yi also regained clarity on his face, touched the tears on his face and muttered, "It turns out that it was just a dream!"

"Hahaha, it was a dream! This dream is so realistic! I almost lost this dream! But I love this dream. Let me dream about it once!"

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, sneering at himself for being so amorous, and laughing at how incompetent he was.

"If only it wasn't a dream. I will definitely be able to save her, and I will definitely be able to marry her!" After Cheng Qian sneered, with a wave of his sleeves, countless purple flames suddenly appeared, blasting away in all directions.

The strange thing is that this purple flame, flying in the rain, did not go out, but sent out a wave of heat, so that the falling rain turned into mist and evaporated.

"Boom, boom!"

A series of bursts, countless purple flames bombarded the earth wildly, bursts of scorched scattered, and the green trees in the mountains burned violently at this moment, at first it was only a little, but in an instant, the wind helped the fire, and the fire spread mercilessly to the entire mountain range.

"Hahaha, burn it!"

The man in Tsing Yi stood up suddenly, as if for a moment, he forgot the heartache dream, slapped the storage bag on his waist with one hand, a sword roared, and the golden light of the Sharp Wind Sword floated out in a flash.

He just jumped up lightly, and the person stepped on the sword body, and under the fierce urging of mana, the whole person flew away.

After half a cup of tea, Cheng Qian had already flown a hundred miles away, and a moment ago he was still covered by dark clouds, but now it was sunny, and a golden light rushed out of the dark clouds.

Suddenly, in all directions, countless shocks escaped, and a cold light came with a tooth-sore sound of breaking the air.

Cheng Qian, who flew out, his face sank, and with a wave of his big sleeves, a series of low-level talismans were taken out by him, and with a rush of mana, countless talismans spontaneously combusted without wind at this moment, turning into ice arrows, fireballs, wind blades, and electric arcs in the sky.

"Boom, boom!"

A series of dense sounds of fried beans resounded throughout the world, bursts of smoke and dust dispersed, a touch of golden light flashed, Cheng Qian's fierce urging of the sharp wind sword, and the whole person rushed out like a tiger.

"It's a good time, the senior brothers will capture him alive!" A young boy in a green robe, who looked like he was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation was even in the middle stage of foundation building, and he was also a genius disciple of a force.

As soon as his words fell, countless fluctuations sounded nearby, and seven or eight people wearing uniform green robes seemed to be the same sect as the kid just now, and all of these people had the strength of the foundation building period.

Cheng Qian, who rushed out of the smoke, looked at this qiē with cold eyes, roared angrily, and urged the sharp wind sword under his feet, the speed increased sharply, his hands suddenly clenched into fists, and a burst of demonic qi rose to the sky like wolf smoke, and the tiger claws that flowed through the clouds and rivers were shot out of the illusion, and slapped away with the power of a landslide and a crack.

"It's not good, it's that demon again!" The young boy's face changed drastically, and he slapped the storage bag on his waist with one hand, and took out a high-level talisman, pinched and shattered, and between countless sparks, a red flame dragon erupted with its claws.

"Broken Moon!"

Cheng Qian shouted, and several tiger claws suddenly wrapped a layer of cyan halo at this moment, and a strange Taiji diagram appeared in front of him.

"Boom, boom!"

Three times in a row, the three tiger claws slammed on the fire dragon one after another, a terrifying roar, the fire dragon collapsed with unwillingness, and the remaining tiger claws, like passing through no man's land, roared!

The young boy's face changed greatly, he pulled a senior brother beside him, kicked it with a big kick, and blocked the fellow senior brother in front of him, and explained the inertia, and the whole person retreated a few feet.

"Little junior brother, you are too selfish!"

The senior brother who was pulled in front of him without warning looked resentful, but the power of the tiger claw should not be underestimated, and it was too late at this moment, so he could only sacrifice his spiritual power shield.

"No!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the moment Senior Brother Green's body was touched by the tiger's claws, it turned into a cloud of blood mist and burst open, and the flesh and blood in the sky flew endlessly.

Cheng Qian sneered when he saw this: "Your Guiling Sect is really a group of wolf-hearted guys, and you are trying to protect yourself, regardless of the lives of your fellow disciples, haha!"

With a successful blow, Cheng Qian no longer fell in love with the battle, and immediately flew far away, took out a high-level talisman, slapped it on his body, and the whole person turned into a bloody light and rose to the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"Little junior brother, how can you let senior brother die for you!" The remaining seven foundation building period monks turned to the little junior brother with an angry face, regardless of Cheng Qian's escape.

"The little brother is a genius disciple of this sect, how can he fall coldly, the future of the Spirit Sect will depend on me, you were born to block the sword for me, I am a genius of this sect!" The little junior brother did not blame himself for killing his senior brother at all, but sneered, and said with a hideous face.

"What about genius, your kind of heart, this sect will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later!"

The remaining senior brothers seemed to have reached a resonance in unison, and they all sacrificed magic weapons to kill this vicious little junior brother here.

"Bold, dare to make a move on the same door, shameless!" The little junior brother was furious, not afraid, and took out all the treasures given to him by his master, killing each other at this moment!

Cheng Qian, who had already fled thousands of miles away, his face was a little pale, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, a group of guys who are inferior to beasts dare to intercept and kill me!"

"However, since the destruction of the Cloud Sword Gate, is there no place for me to stay in this world?" After Cheng Qian finished laughing, his face was a little dazed, a little overwhelmed, and after sighing: "Go back to Anyang City!"

As soon as he thought of it, Cheng Qian stepped under the sharp wind sword and urged it, and suddenly turned into a shocking flood and flew away.

......

"Father, mother, the child is back!"

As soon as Cheng Qian returned home, where was he still the demeanor of a monk in the foundation building period, he ran around the compound and ran towards his father's room.

"Qian'er, my good son, you're back!"

Hearing this voice, a middle-aged man with gray hair and sideburns came out of the room, and he looked at it with a kind face, and his eternal youthful son smiled: "Qian'er, why don't you stay in Shimen, what are you doing when you go home, how are you practicing with the immortal spell?"

"Dad, if you don't cultivate that spell, how can there be any immortals in this world, they are just a bunch of beasts who are not as good as beasts!" As soon as he mentioned cultivating immortals, Cheng Qian's face was ugly for a while, where are there any teachers now?

"Oh, how can you humiliate the immortals like this, you must know that our Cheng family has exhausted all their financial resources to finally send you to the Cloud Sword Gate to cultivate immortals, but you are so insulting to them, so big, why don't you know how to repay the favor!" Cheng Xuan frowned slightly, and seemed to be extremely unhappy with his son's insult to those immortals: "Those immortals accepted you as an apprentice to teach you spells, this is the grace of knowledge, and my father is just a bad old man, you see that you have been worshiping in the Cloud Sword Gate for ten years, and you are so young, how can we be embarrassed!"

"Dad, don't you know, the Cloud Sword Gate was destroyed three years ago, the child and I have been hiding in Tibet for the past few years, and many monks in the entire Yuan Kingdom are cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots, and they want to kill me, I really have nowhere to go, so I went back home to see you, rest assured that the child will not affect you, I will leave after a glance!" Cheng Qian had a trace of hatred in his eyes, but he couldn't move in front of his father, looking at him with a kind face and who had been rolling in the blood and rain, he felt a trace of human warmth. "It's better to be at home!" (to be continued......)