However!
No matter how Wutian rushed forward, he could not close the distance between him and the man and woman!
Crack!
That ancient castle.
That baby.
That square.
That towering ancient tree.
The man and woman were like a mirror that shattered in an instant!
"No!"
Wutian roared and looked up at the giant hand with torrential anger in his eyes.
Boom!
With a leap, he charged toward the giant hand with a terrifying aura!
As he approached!
He threw a punch!
Poof!
When the fist and the giant hand met, Wutian, who was sitting in the chair in the real world, suddenly trembled and blood spurted out of his mouth!
"What's going on?"
The little guy was shocked and hurriedly put down the food and wine pot in his hands. In a flash, he appeared in front of Wutian.
Immediately, he saw that Wutian's face was as pale as paper, as if he had experienced a great battle and was severely injured.
"I'm fine."
Wutian opened his eyes and shook his head.
His eyes that were originally full of vigor were now dull and lifeless.
"What happened?"
The little guy frowned.
How could he say that he was fine when he was already in this state? Did he take him for a fool?
Wutian let out a long breath and wiped the blood from his mouth. He sighed. "I used the fortune-telling technique just now to divine my parents, but …"
At this point, he could not continue.
In fact, there was no need to say anything because the little guy knew what was going on after hearing the first half of his words.
He patted Wutian's shoulder and comforted him. "Don't worry, you'll find them sooner or later. Before that, you still have me, Grandpa, Shishi, Han Erhuo and the rest."
Wutian nodded.
Then, he shook his head and smiled. "I'm usually the one comforting you. I didn't expect you to comfort me today. I'm really not used to it."
"Tsk, when have you ever comforted me? Don't be shameless. "
The little guy raised his middle finger in disdain and left Wutian behind to continue sweeping the table.
Wutian poured a cup of tea. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew past. The boiling hot tea actually emitted wisps of cold air.
Next.
He picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. Instantly, he felt a chill.
His vexed heart quickly calmed down.
Suddenly.
His heart skipped a beat. He looked at the little guy and said, "Give me a drop of your blood. I'll try to divine your fate."
The little guy said in disdain, "Tsk, the Frog Lord's fate is destined to surpass the Creator God. There's no need for you to. furthermore, do you think I don't know that? You're trying to use me as a lab rat for fortune-telling?"
Wutian smiled awkwardly and looked at Lu Peng who was lying on the ground.
His eyes glittered as he stood up and walked over to Lu Peng. He cut open his skin and took a drop of blood.
Then, he returned to his seat and placed his hands in front of his chest. The blood floated between his hands. Then, he closed his eyes and quickly made a series of hand seals.
The drop of blood gradually melted.
The main hall also appeared in front of Wutian's eyes.
He stood in the main hall and looked around in confusion.
The decorations of the main hall were very simple and plain. Apart from a few chairs, there was almost nothing else.
However, on the four walls, there was a totem engraved on each of them.
They were four blood-colored battle swords, as if they were cast in blood. On the hilt of the battle sword, there was a pitch-black iron chain wrapped around it.
Suddenly.
Wutian turned around and looked behind him.
A middle-aged man in a purple robe walked into the main hall and sat on the throne above with a rather awe-inspiring look.
Following that.
Dozens of people entered the main hall one after another and stood respectfully in front of the purple-clothed man.
These people all had extraordinary temperaments, but their faces were also covered by mist, and their true appearances could not be seen.
Wutian was puzzled.
He was calculating Lu Peng's fate, but why would he appear in such a place?
He looked at the purple-clothed man above, and a trace of doubt gradually appeared in his eyes. Why did he look familiar?
Suddenly.
He thought of it.
The purple-clothed man was Lu Peng!
It was just that the Lu Peng in reality was a young man, and the Lu Peng here was a middle-aged man. There was a certain difference, so he could not recognize him at a glance.
Suddenly.
He saw Lu Peng slap the armrest of the throne, and his face was full of anger, as if he was saying something.
This time, Wutian was stunned.
He could not hear anything?
When Lu Peng slapped the armrest, there was no sound.
And thinking carefully, when those people came in, there was no sound of footsteps.
Wutian frowned, walked into the crowd, and found that even the sound of heartbeat and breathing could not be heard!
What was going on?
Wutian was puzzled.
But at this time, the real Wutian suddenly felt dizzy, and the scene in front of him disappeared immediately.
He shook his head hard, but the dizziness did not disappear!
This time, Wutian was dumbfounded.
How could this be?
Could it be that the fortune-telling technique had side effects?
But that was not right!
Before, when he was calculating his own fate, it took longer than this, but why did this not happen?
He could not figure it out for a long time, so he stopped thinking and closed his eyes to rest.
The fortune-telling technique was taught to him by his grandfather. He did not know the reason, but his grandfather must know. When he went to Reincarnation City tomorrow, he would ask his grandfather.
But Lu Peng's future was worth thinking about.
From the previous scene, Lu Peng must be a powerful figure in the future.
This was somewhat beyond his expectations.
In his eyes, Lu Peng, a playboy, at most, would be the lord of Drunken Dream House in Wild Goose Luo City.
But the hall he saw before was obviously not Drunken Dream House.
And the battle sword totem on the wall also gave him a familiar feeling.
Where had he seen it before?
After pondering for a while, he suddenly thought of the Blood Evil Token!
There was a battle sword totem on the Blood Evil Token, and on the hilt of the battle sword, there was also an iron chain!
In other words, that hall was most likely the Blood Evil Temple!
Wutian was suddenly in disbelief. Could Lu Peng have a place in the Blood Evil Temple in the future?
No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem possible!
It was not that he looked down on Lu Peng, but that Lu Peng did not have this ability at all.
Wutian pondered for a while and decided not to think about it. As for the future, he would think about it in the future!
Time flew.
Until the next morning, Wutian still felt dizzy. When he stood up and walked, he could not walk steadily.
The little fellow cultivated for the night and yawned when he got up.
When he saw Wutian's dispirited look, he wondered, "Did you run out to be a thief when I was not paying attention last night?"
"You are the one who went out to be a thief."
Wutian glanced at him grumpily and was about to leave the private room.
But at this moment, Elder He appeared in the private room out of thin air, his old face full of anger.
Wutian and Elder He looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.
Who offended this old man?
Elder He looked at the two and said angrily, "I have a task for you. Go and kill the deputy city lord."
"What?"
Wutian and Elder He looked at each other.
The little fellow looked at him strangely and said, "Old man, you haven't been asking about the deputy city lord since yesterday, have you?"
Elder He said angrily, "Can't I?"
The little fellow pursed his lips and said, "That's unnecessary."
Wutian smiled faintly and said, "It's normal for others to go out and ask if they don't believe us."
"Okay, okay, don't be sarcastic. Just tell me, do you want to do this task or not?" Elder He said impatiently.
"Don't be so rude when you are asking for help. If you want to kill him, do it yourself," the little fellow said unhappily.
"I am the strongest in the Eternal Universe. Isn't it too embarrassing for me to kill a little Celestial Master?" Elder He said angrily.
"That's your business." The little fellow sneered.
Elder He almost went mad with rage.
Which old bastard was it that taught such a bastard kid?
When he returned to the Samsara City, he must dig him out and teach him a lesson.
He took a few deep breaths to calm down and said, "Well, I'll give you their Chaotic Divine Marrow."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and a large pile of colorful divine crystals appeared in front of Wutian and Elder He.
Elder He said, "There are 2,000 in total. Not one more, not one less."
The little fellow's face changed instantly. He said with a smile, "Senior, why are you so polite? We are on the same side. It's only right to help each other. "
Although he said so, he didn't show any mercy at all. After that, he directly put the 2,000 pieces of Chaotic Divine Marrow into the small treasure house.
He patted his chest and said righteously, "Senior, your business is my business. Killing the Vice City Lord, isn't it? It's simple. I'll do it right away. "
Then.
He disappeared in a flash.
Elder He was stupefied by what he saw.
Wasn't the speed of his change of attitude a little too fast?
Wutian cupped his hands and said, "Elder He, I'm sorry for making a fool of myself."
Elder He turned his head and looked at him silently. Anyway, he didn't say a word and kept looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
Wutian was puzzled.
"Jackals of the same tribe."
After a long time, this sentence suddenly burst out from Elder He's mouth, which made Wutian smile bitterly.
"Knock, knock!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Wutian calmed down and said lightly, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Feng Tang and the lord of the Drunken Dream Tower came in one after another.
Feng Tang cupped his hands and said, "Masters, we can set off now."
Wutian nodded and looked at the lord of the Drunken Dream Tower. "I don't want your Chaotic Divine Marrow. I'll return your son to you directly, but you have to help me settle down Feng Tang's family."
Elder He's face twitched. He had already paid for the Chaotic Divine Marrow, but he still used this as a condition.
They were indeed jackals of the same tribe, shameless people.
However, Feng Tang and the lord of the Drunken Dream Tower were extremely excited and grateful to Wutian.
The lord of the Drunken Dream Tower vowed, "Master, don't worry. I will definitely settle down his family."
Wutian: "Then let's go!"
Wutian and Elder He walked side by side in the front, while Feng Tang walked behind. After the lord of the Drunken Dream Tower instructed his staff to take good care of Lu Peng, he also sent them off.
City Lord's Mansion.
When the group arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, the little fellow was already waiting in front of the teleportation gate.
Beside him, the red-clothed woman and the other two were gathered together, and without exception, they all looked at the little fellow with hatred.
The Master of the Refining Pavilion, the Master of the Treasure Tower, and the Master of the Forbidden Masters Guild were also standing at the side, but their eyes were filled with fear!
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