Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ancient Mounds

A hundred miles away, in another Feng tribe, a silver-haired old man was napping in the stone house, everything seemed so calm and natural.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in front of the old man's eyes.

The old man suddenly stared, his eyes fell on his waist, and his expression was shocked: "Oh no!

The white-haired old man got up and broke through the door, walking in a hurry.

In the tribe where Kong Xuan was located, the Red Flame Giant Fierce Murder searched for Kong Xuan to no avail, and he was crazy and chaotic, wantonly killing the Feng clan tribesmen, and the ferocity of the giant murder was outrageous.

In the distance, the clansmen wailed, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, gusts of bloody wind came to the nose, and the scene was bloody.

Although Kong Muyang set up a blindfold where Kong Xuan was, and the giant murderer could not be seen, the giant murderer tried to find Kong Xuan's figure to no avail, and he was angry and angry, and he was close to madness.

"Roar..."

The roar of the giant murderer is deafening. The mouth spewed flames, the sharp giant claws grabbed left and right, and the three-zhang giant tail swept and pumped vertically, and in the tribe, the stone houses were completely destroyed, and the flames mixed with thick smoke and dust flew everywhere. Suddenly, the tribe was like a purgatory on earth.

"Knock knock..."

Accompanied by the wailing of the clansmen, the giant murderer's footsteps were heavy, becoming more and more ferocious, and gradually approached the hiding place of Kong Xuan's family.

The giant murderer is approaching, the situation is in crisis, Kong Muyang frowned angrily, and thought in his heart: "No, you can't sit still, if you let it rampage, I'm afraid Xuan'er's body will not be protected, and Xiangning is also worried about her life." ”

The situation is critical, there is no time to think about it, and the only way to do it now is to lead the giant murderer to the other direction to ensure that Xiang Ning and Kong Xuan are not injured by the giant murderer.

"Brute, I'll fight with you!"

Kong Muyang picked up the Soul Breaking Sword next to him, charged forward, and faced the giant murderer, ready to sacrifice everything.

Since the battle of the Barren Valley forty years ago, Kong Muyang has not continued to cultivate, so his qi refining cultivation only stays in the late stage of qi refining into the body. This kind of cultivation is the same as Kong Xuan, Kong Xuan has no power to resist in the face of such a powerful murderer, but he was killed by one of the blows of the giant murderer, even if Kong Muyang has experience in a hundred battles, after all, the cultivation he is facing is a giant murderer who refines the gods and returns to the void, and the difference in strength is not half a star.

Kong Muyang had nothing else to think about at this time, there was only one hope, and that was to lead away the murderer and protect his wife and children.

"Heart Sword" is Kong Muyang's killer weapon, although it is a body refining exercise, but the power is amazing, it is Kong Muyang's most good use and most satisfying exercise, and it is naturally Kong Muyang's last choice.

Kong Muyang was originally hiding in the blinding method, and the murderer was not visible. Kong Muyang raised his sword and rushed out of the barrier, the obstacle method was like an enchantment, the silver light flashed, and a person appeared out of thin air in front of the giant murderer's eye.

Seeing this person, holding a sharp sword, the giant murderer must have wanted to contend with him, and secretly laughed in his heart: "Hehe... Bite off more than one can chew. ”

"Whew!"

The giant murderer's tail sweep came suddenly, strong and swift.

Kong Muyang is facing the giant murderer of the barren valley who is cultivating to refine the god and returning to the void level, in terms of cultivation and strength, he is not his opponent, and fighting with him is nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg, which Kong Muyang knows very well: "It seems that I can only delay for a while by relying on defense, changing my body shape and relying on my swift movement speed." ”

"Huh?"

When Kong Muyang was looking for countermeasures, he saw the giant murderer sweeping head-on, and according to the speed and strength of the giant tail, Kong Mu** couldn't dodge.

Kong Muyang's expression was sluggish, and his eyes were scattered: "It's over!"

"Whew..."

A gust of wind blew through Kong Muyang's cheeks, and his hair fluttered in one direction with the wind.

"How... How come?"

Kong Muyang was already mentally prepared to die, and the giant murderer's tail swept over, getting closer and closer. Seeing that he was about to suffer a heavy blow, a silver light flashed, and the giant murderer's tail was actually cut off by the waist, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere at the severed tail of the giant murderer, and the giant murderer curled up and retreated into the distance, and the murderous aura was also significantly reduced.

Kong Muyang was stunned, his expression was sluggish, and he didn't move. A figure was like a ghost, with the speed of speed, flashing beside him, and taking advantage of the victory to kill.

Kong Muyang saw that the man and the giant murderer were in a trance, turned around and slowly walked back to Xiangning's side.

Xiang Ning knelt beside Kong Xuan, the bell was held in her hand, shaking Kong Xuan weakly, and the voice calling Kong Xuan's name was very weak.

"Soul Bell!"

Kong Muyang snatched the bell in Xiangning's hand and was overjoyed: "Soul bell?"

The 'Soul Bell' is an ancient immortal weapon, which itself contains a huge innate mana, and has the effect of conjuring and restoring souls.

When Kong Muyang practiced magic weapons in his early years, he once saw from the book that this bell was divided into two parts, one good and one evil, the bell sound of the 'soul bell' was soft and refreshing, and it had the effect of conjuring the soul and returning the soul;

Kong Muyang is familiar with the refining classics, and naturally knows that this bell is a twin. He looked at the Soul Bell in his hand, and when he was overjoyed, he hesitated, because he was not sure that the object in his hand was the Soul Bell.

"Ning'er, where did you get this bell?"

"Yes..."Xiang Ning's voice was faint with sobbing, and she looked at Kong Muyang with doubts in her eyes.

"This bell is called 'Soul Bell', which I promised Xuan'er as a birthday gift ten years ago. ”

Xiang Ning opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a rich and vigorous voice.

In the tribe, black clouds are overpowering, the bloody wind is pervasive, the wind is extremely tired, the dust is flying, and the people who speak are only heard, but not seen.

Kong Muyang followed the prestige.

A burly figure in the dust and sand came into view, but it was unrecognizable. As the man approached, he saw a silver hair, a red and black linen shirt swaying lightly in the wind, a blood jade hanging around his waist, and a white jade flute in his hand.

"Father?"

Yes, it was none other than Xiangning's father, Kong Xuan's grandfather, Gu Qiu, who interrupted Xiang Ning's words.

Gu Qiu was walking in the direction of the giant murderer just now, and there was a bright red blood stain on the jade flute in his hand.

With the appearance of Gu Qiu, the giant murderer was silent, presumably, the giant murderer had died at the hands of Gu Qiu.

Xiang Ning saw her father come and threw herself into Gu Qiu's arms, and cried bitterly: "Father, please save my Xuan'er... Woo..."

Gu Qiu stroked the incense condensation in his arms, showing comfort, and his eyes fell on Kong Xuan's corpse: "Don't worry, I won't let Xuan'er leave like this!"

"Grandpa?"

Ten years ago, when Xiangning was still pregnant with Liujia, Kong Xuan and Guqiu Ancestor and Sun met for the first time. But since then, I haven't seen each other, even if I have the concept of grandfather in my mind, it's because of the story told by Kong Xuan on weekdays. Therefore, for Kong Xuan, his grandfather is a character in a story, ethereal and unreal.

Kong Xuan stood aside in a daze, watching his family suffer from the loss of him, and his heart was also bitter and bitter.

"Xuan'er, my good grandson, you and my grandfather and grandson haven't seen each other for ten years, and this first meeting is such a scene, blame my grandfather for coming late......"

Gu Qiu stood impartially in front of Kong Xuan, looking at Kong Xuan with desolate eyes, slowly raising his right hand and stroking Kong Xuan's cheek.

"How... How is it possible?" Kong Xuan was surprised: "You... Can you see me?"

Xiang Ning and Kong Muyang were the same, and asked in surprise: "Father, who are you talking to?"

Gu Qiu Wan'er smiled: "Of course it's my grandson Kong Xuan." ”

"Okay, it's daytime now, Xuan'er's divine sense is very weak, and it is dissipating little by little, we have to try to summon Xuan'er's soul now. ”

At this time, it was daylight, Kong Xuan passed away, and his divine consciousness and soul were separated from his body, which was very fragile, and he was illuminated by the sun to the sun, which was already a kind of damage, and Kong Xuan's soul would slowly dissipate with the extension of the illumination time, and the symptom of the dispersion was that the temporary body formed by the divine consciousness gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

If the divine consciousness disappears, then Kong Xuan will also disappear from the world forever.

"The Conjuring, is it..."

Kong Muyang seemed to have an answer in his heart, and he was deeply immersed in the grief of Kong Xuan's fall, but he forgot about the fall of the immortal cultivator and the fact that his divine consciousness still existed.

Gu Qiu said: "Yes! I can't imagine that this immortal artifact was obtained for me ten years ago, and it was actually a kind of destiny in the dark. ”