Wutian, seriously wounded, fled to the north!

Immediately, a figure, carrying a shadow, holding a rattan whip, chased after him.

Ji Fei's face was pale, and the palms of his hands holding the rattan whip trembled slightly, but he still failed to kill Wutian.

He has reached the limit, but Wutian is after all a great power in the late Yuan Infant period, and he has the means to penetrate the heavens and the earth, which is far from being comparable to Ji Fei.

If it weren't for the magic weapon in his hand, it would be rare in the world, and it was so weird that Wu Tian could kill him with a finger!

Ji Fei silently recited the dragon trick and chased away.

The body is like a dragon, and it is almost to the extreme.

What life and death, it has long been put aside.

There is death in his eyes, but he can't take revenge, how can he leave-even if he is dead, he has to give Chen'er and himself an explanation.

On the other side, the white-haired old man who cultivated the insect said to Jian Nantian, "In vain, you have a Dao weapon that is indomitable and puts life and death out of it, but you don't have that kind of Dao realm, it's really ridiculous to the extreme!"

"The old man is so tired that he will leave!"

After that, more nematodes appeared under his feet, turning into a black lotus platform, and the old man was about to leave.

"Who is Your Excellency?" said Yun Beihe.

The old man is very strong, and he is also one of the best in the Yuanying Dacheng monks.

"Hmph..."The old man glanced at Yun Beihe with disdain, and then left directly.

......

Qing Yunzi, who had never spoken, suddenly said: "This person is different from us!"

At this time, Jian Nantian did not chase down, even if he was holding the Dao weapon in his hand, the insect cultivator also made him feel a kind of jealousy.

"His cultivation seems to be able to break through to the late Yuan Infant stage soon!"

Jian Nantian said, with a bitter smile on his face.

"So, he has a destiny in his body, so he is a foreigner?"

Outside the planet, it is called extraterritorial.

In the vicissitudes of the sea, he did not step out of the late Yuan infant period for 10,000 years, just because he lacked a trace of life.

However, as strong as Netherworld Dao Venerable, even if he has a trace of life, what can he do? It's not that he has been wiped out by some kind of liliang!

All five of them were silent, what was it...... It's beyond their imagination.

Jian Nantian looked to the north, Ji Fei had already chased Wutian and disappeared.

......

As a killer, you should learn to run for your life before you learn to kill.

Wu Tian is obviously a person who knows this way, and his speed is very fast, almost to the extreme!

Even if Ji Fei strongly drove the dragon trick, he still had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

Ji Fei's expression was gloomy, and his divine sense shrouded in all directions, tracing Wutian's traces.

This is a misty swamp in the northern plains...

The sour, corrosive gas enveloped the place, making people dare not penetrate it, and this mist was extremely strange, it could actually hinder the divine sense.

The figure of Wutian was in it, and he disappeared as soon as he entered.

Ji Fei broke into it, and he couldn't find Wutian's figure at all.

He knew that he had lost it!

The rattan whip in his hand was held fiercely by him, and his hands were even a little white because of the force.

But, this also does not help.

Ji Fei carried Jianchen's body on his back and walked out of the swamp.

He put Chen'er's body into the holy crystal wooden coffin, and the majestic life machine flowed in the crystal transparent coffin, which could keep Chen'er's body incorruptible.

He wants Chen'er to wake up, forever!

As soon as the Holy Crystal wooden coffin flashed, it seeped into Ji Fei's eyebrows and submerged into the sea of his divine sense.

Ji Fei was at the edge of the swamp, quietly sitting and cultivating, he was quietly waiting for Wutian to appear.

It may appear, but it shouldn't be.

However, Jifei never gave up!

He sat so dry and practiced penance, and he sat for half a year.

The morning dew and the sunset, accompanying Ji Fei, recalled the scenes with Chen'er in his mind, and a rare warmth floated in his heart.

Those days were undoubtedly the warmest and happiest.

Don't think about anything, don't do anything, just snuggle up to each other's shoulders and watch the sun gradually fall.

Time flies, and it's half a year.

Ji Fei's cultivation is stagnant!

This is also normal, he jumped up from the early stage of Jindan and stepped directly into the late stage of Jindan.

At present, from the late stage of Jindan to Yuanying, the difficulty is naturally terrifying to despairing...

It is not unusual for countless young heroes to be trapped in the late Jindan period for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Xiuzhen is so cruel.

The more you go to the back, it seems to be a moat, and every step forward in cultivation is so difficult!

Whether it was rain or lightning and thunder, Ji Fei's body was motionless.

His body was covered with a layer of dust, and on his neck, there was even a small spider with a web, which he hunted every day.

He kept his eyes closed, quietly waiting...

His heart can't be at peace!

Chen'er died, and the road ahead seemed to be no longer so clear.

Finally, one day, Ji Fei slowly stood up, shook off the dust on his body, and left the swampy land of Beiyuan in a violent storm.

He fled to the city of Dan in the east.

Not for anything else, but because the old turtle was there, perhaps, he had a way to save Jianchen.

The old turtle is very mysterious, and there are too many secrets on it.

In just a few days, Dancheng is already close at hand.

In the city, a Dan pagoda stands, and the void in Dingli can be clearly seen in the distance.

Ji Fei was not very ostentatious, but entered Dancheng with a black gauze hat.

He walked past the place where he reunited with Chen'er that day, and the sorrow and longing in his heart instantly surged towards him like a tide.

Those who cultivate the truth should not act rashly.

Because, it affects the mind!

But right now, Ji Fei obviously can't control it so much......

The depression and sourness in my heart, regret and hatred, and all kinds of mixed feelings exploded in an instant at this moment.

His footsteps stopped in front of the tavern and did not move again.

"Little Er, a vat of wine" Ji Fei looked depressed and shouted a vat of wine.

He stood by the window and gulped himself.

I don't know how long I drank it, until it was dark, and my head was cracking, but I was still gulping it down.

Tears have long been flowing into the stomach!

He repents, he hates!

At some point, a shadow slowly sat opposite Ji Fei.

Looking at Ji Fei's vicissitudes of life and pain, putting Lang in the form, the painful look in his heart, Sai Xian'er couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

"You're here—" Ji Fei raised his intoxicated eyes, glanced at her, and then poured her a full glass of wine, "Drink!"

Sai Xian'er was silent, just took it and drank in one gulp.

Her tears were like springs of water, sliding down her face.

"I'm sorry—" Sai Xian'er said softly.

Ji Fei raised his hazy drunken eyes and glanced at her, only to see her with a hibiscus face, her eyes were starry, bright with tears, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was slightly drunk.

"Chen'er?" Ji Fei wondered, and in his drunkenness, he seemed to see Jianchen's shadow from Sai Xian'er's face.

After getting drunk, the same shyness, the same cheeks red.

It's just that Sai Xian'er's eyes are hazy and have a hint of mist.

Facing the dim light, Ji Fei saw clearly this face that made all men in the world lose color.

He just smiled faintly: "What should I spell to blame you?"

Ji Fei staggered to his feet and walked out.

It's just that his feet staggered, his legs were weak, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Ji Fei-" Seeing this, Sai Xian'er hurriedly came to Ji Fei's side, slowly lifted him up, and asked with concern: "Ji Fei, are you okay?"

A sneer appeared on Ji Fei's face, "Very good, you are all good-" He pushed Sai Xian'er away, and then stumbled out of the tavern!

"Ji Fei, it's not my fault!"

Behind him, Sai Xian'er roared in a loud voice.

Ji Fei's body froze, and then staggered away again.

yes, of course it has nothing to do with him.

Even if he had a great connection with Sai Huatuo, what could Ji Fei do?

Kill Sai Huatuo who is like a friend like a teacher?

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ji Fei's mouth, he picked up a can of cold wine, poured it directly into his stomach, and then smashed the jar fiercely.

"Ji Fei, I didn't know before, the trading conditions between my father and Jian Nantian-"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have agreed!"

Ji Fei smiled coldly and staggered away.

His heart was cold to the extreme!

From the very beginning, he was designed to do everything.

Even, Chen'er was injured...... I met Saihuatuo by chance, and then went to Blackwood Cliff, and every step of the way, Saihuatuo played with him in the palm of his hand.

With the power of Ji Fei, he got everything he wanted.

Ji Fei smiled bitterly and walked to the street of the small hotel......

The night was cold, the cold lamp was as cold as a bean, Ji Fei was lying on the corner of the street, looking at this cold everything, and there were wine jars around him.

He needs a saying...

A saying that has been designed for a hundred years for no reason.

Otherwise, he will explain this statement in blood.

Time limit, one day!

Ji Fei's drunken hazy eyes, more and more cold, and the killing intent churned like hot soup under the appearance of a streamlined Lang.

"If you don't give me an explanation, I will personally ask you for advice!"

A chill swept through his pupils.