Jiang Wang held Feng Ming in one hand and walked away with his feet on the clouds.

As he marched rapidly, he casually blasted out a roaring flame sparrow, creating a violent sound in the sky above Shun'an Mansion to attract the attention of the powerful people of Yongguo.

For those monks who still remained at the Qingyun Pavilion Mountain Gate...... That's all he can do.

Jiang Wang has no feelings for them, and aside from Yu Songhai's identity, he has nothing to do with it. There is nothing else to risk saving people, just four words - I can't bear it.

Those few human demons besieged Qingyun Pavilion, obviously seeing that Wei Ning and Jiao Wu had gone to the front line. But in any case, do not dare to make a big show.

The Ghost Mist Array was meant to hide the movement.

Jiang Wang first broke through the ghost fog array, created a chance for the monks of Qingyun Pavilion to escape, and then made a noise in the air, attracting the strong people of Yongguo to rush to Qingyun Pavilion. If those four human demons didn't want to die in Yongguo, they would just flee quickly.

Theoretically, those monks in Qingyun Pavilion would survive at least half.

And no matter how many things ...... There's no way he's going to be able to do it.

After all, for the strong man of Yongguo, he is not a credible figure. If you are arrogant in the sky, you can't say who will "eliminate the evil".

He didn't stop for a moment, and after blasting a few bursting flames one after another, he immediately turned west, flew low-key for a while, and fell into the air, diving into a wilderness.

Throw Feng Ming in the grass.

Disperse the immortal arts, and feel the drift of the good fortune Qingyun under the Genting Immortal Palace.

He couldn't help but think that Qingyun Pavilion had been constantly gathering good fortune Qingyun, and the monks of the Yunding Immortal Palace in ancient times should have come from this to practice the immortal art of Pingbu Qingyun.

In other words, Qingyun Pavilion ensures the continuation of the immortal art of Pingbu Qingyun.

If one day, all the clouds under the Genting Immortal Palace will be replaced by good fortune and green clouds. So can this good fortune Qingyun also lift the Genting Asgard to fly?

When Genting Asgard was in its heyday, it was such a behemoth. Even if you can travel, it will be difficult and slow. If there is a huge amount of good fortune and Qingyun to rely on, thousands of miles at every turn, and the majestic general trend, then it is really called the style of the times.

The immortal technique of stepping into the clouds can make Jiang Wang in the Inner Mansion Realm successfully get out of the siege of the four major demons. It was definitely the strongest escape method he had mastered so far, and it was much stronger than the previous first-class lower grade Dao Technique Flame Meteor.

Of course, immortal art has its own system, and it cannot be simply compared with Taoism.

The Nine Great Immortal Palaces were overwhelmed in ancient times, but in the present world, only some fragments of the huge immortal system have been handed down. It wasn't until this time that he recovered the lost building Qingyun Pavilion and mastered the steady progress of Qingyun that Jiang Wang was able to get a glimpse of the scaly claws.

It was as if there was a big invisible hand that erased everything about Asgard.

Why did the Nine Great Immortal Palaces fall, by whom, and how did the immortal system disappear......

The fog of history swells in time.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but think of the two blood words that disappeared on the Parasitic Monument - Dao thief.

The thief of the way, too.

What kind of thing can afford such a name?

It's frightening and unsettling.

The blessings and misfortunes that Ye Lingxiao said may not be related to this?

Putting aside his thoughts about the Immortal Palace for the time being, Jiang Wang glanced down at Feng Ming.

The confinement on his body had long since been lifted, but he remained motionless, his eyes glazed over, and he did not speak. It's like I'm scared silly.

"Squeak if you're not dead. Jiang Wang looked at him and said.

Feng Ming's eyes were still stagnant for a while, and then he finally had some brilliance, as if he had come to life.

"Is Qingyun Pavilion gone?" he asked.

"You can understand it that way. Jiang Wang said.

His voice was cold, not because he didn't need to hold Feng Ming as Yu Songhai now. It's because Feng Ming is no longer qualified to live in lies, he must face reality.

Feng Ming moved his eyes with difficulty and looked at Jiang Wang, with hope in his eyes: "My father...... Did you escape?"

"Before you dared to look at it, his body was boiled. Jiang Wang said.

This is so cold.

Ignoring his begging, he rejected his fantasies.

dragged him from the difficult situation of self-comfort and finding a life-saving straw into a bloody reality.

Feng Ming's mouth opened hard, probably wanting to cry.

But I couldn't cry.

He wanted to shed tears, but strangely enough, there were no tears.

At that time, he was thrown in the clearing, watching helplessly as the fat man and demon went back and forth.

He knew that the human demon was throwing corpses into Dading to cook, and he stared at the night sky, not daring to look at it.

His father's body was boiled at that time......

As soon as Qingyun Pavilion was attacked, his father judged that the situation was critical, handed him the key to the secret vault, and asked him to hide, but he went out to deal with the crisis.

When he was easily taken to the clearing where the monks were gathered like cattle, he should have known that his father was gone.

But he didn't dare to face it.

"I didn't take the risk to get you out to see you perform sadly. Jiang Wang said coldly again.

Feng Ming glanced at Jiang Wang a little blankly.

"Stand up!" Jiang Wang shouted.

Feng Ming trembled subconsciously, propped his hands on the ground, and finally got up.

He looked at Jiang Wang pitifully, like a delicate and powerless little animal.

The gloom, pride, and joy of the past are all gone.

"Loose ...... Songhai. He shouted tentatively.

It's like a child who has no ability to protect himself, testing the safe environment for touching him.

Perhaps, as Chi Lu said, without the protection of his father Feng Yue, he is an incompetent waste.

But he clearly sensed Jiang Wang's purpose for a while, and guessed what Jiang Wang wanted to find. He actually ...... Not stupid, but smart.

He's just too vulnerable.

Too well protected, too little experienced.

The wind is broken, the strength is loose, and the rotten wood is broken.

Jiang Wang ignored this shout, and only said, "You begged me to save you, so I saved you." I want you to think about why you survived at the time. ”

"I ......" Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps because he couldn't find the answer, he finally said, "I thank you very much." ”

"If you want to thank me, hurry up and show the value that can thank me, I'll wait for you to thank me. If you want to take revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyun Pavilion are the Nine Great Demons, and they should also have the consciousness of being revenged. ”

Jiang Wang said lightly, and then turned around.

Saving Feng Ming, he has done his best, he is not Chi Lu, and he has no hobby of accepting his son.

"Songhai!" Feng Ming stopped him: "You...... Where to go?"

"Go where I'm supposed to be. ”

"Can you ...... Take me?" Feng Ming said hesitantly, and hurriedly added: "I'll be your follower!"

"A good sect says no, it doesn't, and a good country says it dies. This world is so cruel...... Jiang Wang asked rhetorically: "Are you willing to bring a burden?"

Feng Ming bit his lip and didn't say anything.

"How old are you?" Jiang Wang asked again.

It's almost humiliating. But Feng Ming is not qualified not to answer.

"Twenty-one years old. He said.

"I remember your father said that when he was twenty-one years old, he had already opened up three trade routes for Qingyun Pavilion. Think about how you came to be able to sit back and enjoy everything. Where you should go, where you should go. ”

Jiang Wang said, suddenly remembered something, and asked again, "What month and day is today?"

Feng Ming didn't know what he meant, but he still replied: "It seems to be, the twenty-eighth day of the first month." ”

Jiang Wang nodded and walked away.

It's my birthday. He thought.

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