Black Wolf stared fiercely at the man who looked like he was about to die. He bared his fangs, as if he was considering whether he should bite off this fellow's neck and silence him.
Lu Chen was still smiling. He barely raised his right hand and patted Black Wolf's face. "Let's go. I don't know how many pursuers are behind us."
Hei Lang growled in a low voice. He still looked a little dissatisfied, but his eyes quickly softened. The original coldness was gone, replaced by a hint of concern and anxiety. It lowered its huge head and extended it to Lu Chen's side, as if it wanted to push him up. However, Lu Chen struggled twice but was still unable to get up.
Seeing that Lu Chen seemed to be at the end of his rope, Black Wolf panicked. He whimpered and used his head to gently nudge Lu Chen's body. Then, he lay down beside him, probably urging him to climb onto his back.
Lu Chen lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. His face was frighteningly pale. He looked like an exhausted dead dog.
Black Wolf waited for a while. Seeing that Lu Chen was still motionless, he could not help but let out a low growl. After hesitating for a moment, Black Dragon suddenly stood up and bit towards Lu Chen. He bit the upper part of Lu Chen's arm and suddenly flung it.
With a whoosh, a huge force came over. Lu Chen's entire body was involuntarily flung up. At the same time, several wounds on his body burst open again, causing Lu Chen to let out a muffled groan. The muscles on his face twisted, and in the next moment, his entire body was lying on Black Wolf's broad back.
The soft but tough black fur carried a trace of warmth. In this cold night, there was a reassuring warmth. Black Wolf looked back at him, as if he was worried.
Lu Chen panted for a moment. Even though there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he still laughed softly and said, "Well done. You can go now."
The black wolf growled in a low voice before turning around and walking away. The forest in front of him was deep, and the shadows of the mountains were heavy in the distance.
It had only taken two steps when Lu Chen, who was on its back, suddenly whispered, "Don't go back. Kunlun Mountain can no longer accommodate us."
Hei Lang's footsteps came to a halt. Its eyes were filled with doubt, but it did not question Lu Chen's words. However, it still howled at the majestic mountain in the distance, as if it was pointing at something.
Lu Chen suddenly became silent. He lay on Black Wolf's back, his head buried deep, his hands hanging weakly by Black Wolf's side. There was a hint of indifference in the air.
Black Wolf seemed to be a little uneasy, and kept turning his head to look at Lu Chen. After a while, Lu Chen said in a low voice: "There's no need to look for Yi Xin, she …" Dead. "
"Roar!"
A terrifying howl suddenly burst forth from the black wolf's mouth. A dark green and cold flame instantly appeared in its huge eyes that had recovered. It was like a burning flame. It suddenly raised its head and stared at the deep night and the distant mountain in front of it.
Killing intent was like a tide, emanating from the giant beast, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it to shreds. It suddenly took a step forward, as if it was about to rush into the darkness in the distance.
A hand covered in blood gently blocked its path. A moment later, Lu Chen's voice sounded in Black Wolf's ears. It seemed to carry a trace of calmness. "There's no need to go. I've already avenged her."
Hei Lang's front foot paused in mid-air, and after a while, it slowly retracted it. It turned its huge wolf head and stared at Lu Chen with its terrifying green and murderous eyes.
Lu Chen had no intention of avoiding it, and only nodded lightly at the giant wolf.
The dark green flame slowly calmed down and was replaced by an indescribable deep sorrow. The huge black wolf was silent. It stood where it was for a long time. It was as if many scenes from the past flashed past its eyes.
In the valley of the Land of Chaos, there was a girl who was smiling like a flower. She hugged it and pouted her lips carefully. Her warm embrace, her kind smile, and her long-winded nagging. She was always smiling, she was always gentle, and she was always a little stupid. Even when they broke up, she would go the wrong way …
But the night was so cold, the world was so cruel, and when the lives that should have died finally struggled to survive in her hands, the light fell on their hearts.
Hei Lang carried Lu Chen on its back, slowly turned around, and walked in another direction, towards the south where its back was facing the tall mountain.
The mountain forest was silent, and darkness and silence shrouded the surroundings. Lu Chen silently lay on its back, one man and one wolf, gradually walking away.
But, just as they were about to walk into the darkness, suddenly, that black wolf turned around, its huge eyes wide open, staring at the dark world, and let out an incomparably mournful howl.
The howl spread far away, reverberating between the heaven and earth, reverberating in the night wind, and gradually fading away, as if it was a memory of the past.
Then, they finally walked into the darkness, disappearing into the distance.
…
On the majestic Kunlun Mountain, it was now deep in the night.
On the Heavenly Kun Peak, in the solemn and majestic Zhengyang Hall, Daoist Qian Deng finished his last task, and stood up from the spacious main seat.
The chair was extremely spacious and looked very imposing. The wood used to make it was the extremely rare "Blood Wing Sandalwood". It was a four-veined top-grade spirit wood and was priceless. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was one of the most precious chairs in the world.
Only a famous sect like the Kunlun Party, which had been passed down for five thousand years and had never been severed, could possibly have such a profound heritage and such a treasure. As the highly respected Yuanying spiritual master of the Kunlun Party, Daoist Qian Deng naturally knew the origin of this Blood Wing Sandalwood Throne, and also knew that in the long years of the past, only the spiritual masters of the Kunlun Party had the qualifications to sit on this chair.
He had wanted to sit on this chair for a very, very long time. But today, when he really sat on it, he didn't feel particularly comfortable.
The chair seemed a bit too hard. Although the Blood Wing Sandalwood was a top-grade spiritual wood, and could nourish spiritual power and calm the mind, this kind of spiritual wood naturally carried a different kind of strange smell. It wasn't a fishy smell, but a very strange smell. Some people liked it, and some people hated it.
Daoist Qian Deng didn't like this smell, so he didn't like this chair either.
But he liked the feeling of sitting on this chair very much. So when he stood up, he couldn't help but gently stroke the armrest next to him. He then revealed a satisfied smile, turned around, and walked into the rear hall of Zhengyang Hall.
Although the night was dark, the side hall behind Zhengyang Hall was still brightly lit. But at this time, the many revered Yuanying spiritual masters that gathered in the hall had all disappeared. When Daoist Qian Deng walked into the hall, he only saw two people. One was the bald fatty True Lord Tianlan, who was sitting in the seat of honor, and the other was Zhuo Xian, who was standing respectfully to his side.
Daoist Qian Deng glanced at Zhuo Xian indifferently with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced with a respectful and warm expression. He walked up to True Lord Tianlan and bowed, saying: "Uncle-master, I've come."
True Lord Tianlan opened his eyes and looked at Daoist Qian Deng. He smiled and said: "Qian Deng, you've come. Sit down and talk."
"Yes." Daoist Qian Deng thanked him and immediately sat down on the left side of True Lord Tianlan.
This chair gave him a very familiar and comfortable feeling, especially when compared to the Blood-Winged Sandalwood Throne from before. This chair had been placed in this hall for many years, and he had also sat on it for many years. It had always been a position above everyone else and below only one person.
For some reason, when he sat here tonight, there was a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if he felt that something was different from before.
This subtle emotion flashed through Daoist Master Qian Deng's mind, but he didn't show it on his face. At the same time, Daoist Master Tianlan's voice sounded in his ears: "Have you finished dealing with the matters outside?"
Daoist Qian Deng bowed slightly and nodded: "Yes, the sect is now stable. Many disciples are in their positions and there is nothing out of the ordinary."
Perfected Lord Tian Lan nodded. "Qiandeng, you've contributed greatly to the stable situation after the great change."
Daoist Qian Deng smiled: "It's all thanks to you, Uncle-Master, that our Kunlun Sect is able to remain calm in the face of danger."
True Lord Tianlan pondered for a moment and then asked: "How is Idle Month?"
Daoist Qian Deng paused for a moment and subconsciously glanced at Zhuo Xian, who was standing on the opposite side. At this moment, Zhuo Xian happened to look at him as well, as if this question had touched him.
Their gazes met in the air for a moment and then moved away.
Daoist Qian Deng respectfully said to True Lord Tianlan: "Senior Brother Sect Master is seriously injured and can't handle matters. For the sake of his cultivation and longevity, he had no choice but to go into seclusion in his cave abode. I'm afraid he won't be able to come out for the next ten years."
Perfected Lord Tian Lan nodded before sighing all of a sudden. "Junior Niece Xian Yue is my Senior Brother's favorite disciple and he had high hopes for her. It's a pity that she didn't want to meet with such a calamity."
Daoist Qian Deng and Zhuo Xian both looked down at the ground and didn't reply.
After a moment, True Lord Tianlan said to Daoist Qian Deng: "You've been busy for the whole day. Go and rest. I'm afraid you'll be busy for the next few days. Thank you for your hard work. "
Daoist Qian Deng hurriedly stood up and said: "Uncle-Master, you flatter me. This is what I should do. In fact, I'm not very capable. Ever since I was appointed as the acting sect master, I've always been afraid that I won't be able to do my job well and let down the ancestors and Uncle-Master's trust. In fact, if Uncle-Master is free, on behalf of the hundred thousand disciples in the sect, Qian Deng earnestly asks Uncle-Master Qian Deng to take this position. Our Kunlun Sect will be able to rise again and regain the glory of our ancestors. "
Zhuo Xian frowned slightly and glanced at Daoist Qian Deng. True Lord Tianlan was silent for a moment and then revealed a faint smile. He looked at Daoist Qian Deng and said: "Are you serious?"
Daoist Qian Deng's heart suddenly skipped a beat and a chill appeared in his body.
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