Yue Zhen, who came along, also saw that his legs were shaking. He had also killed people, but the sight of hundreds of people being torn apart in public still terrified him. Some places on the ground are not black, some of the blood that has not penetrated the ground is like a stream meandering to the depression, forming a small blood puddle, the scream is so terrible, many years later, Yue Zhen will wake up in his sleep, watching Wentian catch up with the Fei family one by one like a madman, no matter how big or small they are killed, Yue Zhen's head is a little dizzy, his stomach can't help but spasm, he retched, he also wants to go down to kill people, for those Weng family who died, but his legs are still shaking, this shaking is uncontrollable, Yue Zhen is not ashamed in his heart, but he still can't move, so he stopped moving and sat on the ground softly, Even if the blood of the dead body surrounded him, he didn't move, he felt that this was hell, and the person in the middle who was wandering around and bringing up the heads was the devil, the devil in hell, Yue Zhen slowly closed his eyes, he didn't dare to open his eyes, because as long as he looked at him, his stomach cramped.

I don't know how long it took, a cold voice sounded, "The Fei family will be exterminated, and all the people who participated in the massacre and the Weng clan must die, you go to the Weng family." ”

Yue Zhen saw that the person who spoke was a red person, the red was so gorgeous, there was no trace of variegation, including the eyes, Yue Zhen looked at Wentian and didn't speak, it was not that he didn't want to say, it was that he suspected that he was dreaming, and the strong stimulation made him stay there as if he were hallucinating. It wasn't until Wentian went away that he reacted, he didn't go to find the remnants of the Weng family, he was ashamed of his cowardice, as a disciple of the Weng family, he was frightened by the tragic situation of the enemy, and his strong self-esteem made him shake and stand up, he wanted to follow Wentian to avenge the Weng family, even if it was to kill an enemy, Yue Zhen sacrificed his flying sword and chased in the direction of Wentian's escape.

Destroy the Fei family and ask the sky to sacrifice the dragon boat. Roaring towards the Purple Peak Pavilion.

Three days later, Wentian saw the towering Zifeng Mountain, the purple clouds and mist still wrapped around the mountain peaks as before, everything has not changed, only people have changed.

Wentian has already changed his clothes, and his white robe reflects the delicate face under the hairpin, which looks so refined.

This is a small town in the hundred miles of Zifeng Pavilion, the weather in August makes this people walk on the road and wipe the sweat oozing from their foreheads with their hands, today is a hot day, there are not many people on the street, from time to time there are water sellers and merchants with that lazy voice to sell, there is a teahouse in the prosperous area of this town, this teahouse is very eye-catching, the teahouse is divided into three floors, the first floor is individual guests, the second floor is a high room, the third floor is a guest room. In a private room on the second floor, a beautiful woman is drinking spiritual tea alone, there are four maids standing behind her, these four people are the same height, they are all fat and thin, they cautiously look at the woman's teacup and every move, when the teacup is empty, there will be a maid who pours tea in a pot, when the woman raises her hand lightly, there will be a maid who hands a towel neatly, the temperature suddenly drops in the hot weather, and the woman in the high room "Huh" sighed, because she found that the sharp drop in temperature had something to do with the young man in white who passed by her door, the thick bloody aura, and the substantial chill condensed by the evil qi made her uneasy, she looked at the young man in white who passed by her, how could this person's back be so familiar, when the young man in white inadvertently turned his head, she recognized it, this person was the one who fled to ask the sky, how could this be, what did he experience to make him have such a murderous aura, the other people in the teahouse also felt it, and some people couldn't stand the murderous chill and shivered。

Wentian came to the door of an upper room under the guidance of the man, gave the man a piece of silver, and walked into the room in the man's thanks.

The room facilities are also exquisite in such a small town, a landscape painting hangs in the middle of the house, a table of eight immortals and four chairs are placed in the middle of the ground, and the spacious large bed is placed on the south wall, and the whole room is simply and comfortably arranged.

Wentian arranged the prohibition and began to meditate, he was mentally prepared for the next fierce battle, he had to adjust himself to the strongest state, "knock knock" The continuous knocking sound made Wentian frown slightly, and he had already told the guy, don't come to disturb how there will be a knock.

Divine sense probe found that the person outside the door was not a shopkeeper, but Mei Niang, and asked Tian to wonder in his heart, how could he meet her here.

Open the prohibition and the door will automatically separate on both sides.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Why, are you greeting your nobles like this?" Mei Niang smiled.

Wentian had a good impression of Mei Niang, Mei Niang sat in front of Wen Tian generously and did not speak.

"Rare guest, I don't know what Boss Mei has to say"

"It's nothing, just seeing an old friend here, come and visit"

"Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for yourself?"

"I'm a woman, but I'm not worried about people getting me in trouble."

Mei Niang did not avoid Wen Tian's gaze, and Wen Tian admired this woman a little in her heart.