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Chapter 763

Words:1796Update:22/06/20 05:47:54

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In the boundless mountains, a shadow suddenly fell from the sky. Yan Zhuixing, who was fleeing in panic, quickly dodged through the dense forest. He found a hidden cave in a sorry state and directly entered it. Who knew that there were two big gray wolves, one male and one female, lying inside. The two wolves were shocked and before they could do anything, Yan Zhuixing punched them into a bloody mess without hesitation. He then turned around and hid in the cave covered by grass and trees, carefully watching the surroundings.

He was still in the territory of Bi Wan Country, but he really did not dare to run anymore. Once Wen Lanfeng caught up with him, in terms of speed … he was frightened by the scene of Wen Lanfeng chasing him. In addition, the demonic aura in his body was almost exhausted. He could not run far even if he wanted to, so he had to find a hidden place to hide …

After confirming that no one was chasing him, Yan Zhuixing's nervousness was somewhat relieved. He looked around the barren mountains. What a familiar scene! What a déjà vu! Yan Zhuixing sat on the ground, helplessness and desolation surging on his face.

He was fleeing in panic in the barren mountains again. This was not the first or second time. Was this his fate? Yan Zhuixing inserted his hands into the soil. He did not expect Wen Lanfeng to be so strong. After being successfully attacked by Wen Rui, he did not even have a chance to get close to Wen Lanfeng. Based on his current cultivation, the demonic skill he cultivated could only exert its power in close combat. But even if he could get close to Wen Lanfeng, the demonic fist that he exerted with all his strength still could not hurt Wen Lanfeng. Instead, he was injured again …

He did not expect that Bing Chengzi's cultivation was so different from Wen Lanfeng's. He could hurt Bing Chengzi with 60% of his strength, but he could not hurt Wen Lanfeng with 100% of his strength … Yan Zhuixing was speechless, regretting that he did not listen to Bing Chengzi's words and only came out after mastering the demonic skill.

He did not think that Bing Chengzi did not expect that Yan Zhuixing would hurt him at all. Moreover, Yan Zhuixing was purely resisting and did not fight back at all. If Bing Chengzi really wanted to kill Yan Zhuixing, Yan Zhuixing would not be any better. After all, an expert at the Late-stage of Soul Transformation was not to be trifled with.

"No!" Yan Zhuixing jumped up with a swoosh. His movement was too violent and affected his internal injuries. He immediately bent over and pressed his chest, choking a mouthful of blood. After he slowly straightened his body, his face was filled with anger and unwillingness. As he gritted his teeth, he was actually so angry that he was trembling …

Now that he had calmed down, he recalled the punch that collided with Wen Lanfeng. When he was escaping, he looked back and saw that Wen Lanfeng's chest was bleeding. In other words, his punch was effective.

Thinking about why Wen Lanfeng didn't chase after him … Wen Lanfeng had proven that he had the ability to kill him, so why did he stop there and watch him escape? It was obvious that Wen Lanfeng had lost the ability to chase after him!

Once he figured it out, Yan Zhuixing immediately felt like his heart was being stabbed by a knife. He understood that he had missed the most crucial opportunity. Return now? This was impossible. With Wen Lanfeng's ability, with this period of time as a buffer, not to mention recovering from his injuries, he would at least have the ability to fight again. After fighting with him, Wen Lanfeng must have understood the power of his Devil Fist. If he went back to fight, it would be impossible for Wen Lanfeng to fight him in close combat. A flying sword with unparalleled power could take his life.

"Cough, cough …" Yan Zhuixing coughed violently and spat out mouthfuls of blood. This was due to his anger, which aggravated his injuries.

He covered his chest and looked at the blood on the ground. His gaze slowly recovered its indifference. Under the dazzling red, he gradually calmed down. His indifferent eyes stared outside the cave … Since his Demonic Fist had injured Wen Lanfeng, it meant that he still had a chance for revenge!

"Wen Lanfeng, you have so many weaknesses. It won't be too long before we meet again." Yan Zhuixing gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged. He took out a panacea and began to adjust his breath to restore his body. This was the most important thing at the moment.

In the sacred hall of the Wen family, Wen Lanfeng's personal meditation place was empty and quiet.

In the corner, Wen Rui, who was chained up, lay there quietly. Although he was unconscious, Wen Lanfeng had personally sealed his dantian, making it impossible for him to use his cultivation. His serious injuries had also been healed by Wen Lanfeng with his profound cultivation. There was a chance for him to recover slowly. Wen Lanfeng was sitting cross-legged opposite him, healing himself.

A few days later, Wen Lanfeng slowly opened his eyes. Although his injuries had not healed, they were no longer a problem. He calmly looked at Wen Rui in the corner, without the slightest anger in his eyes. It was not Wen Rui's intention to sneak attack him. He was controlled by Yan Zhuixing. After understanding this, he could only think about how to help Wen Rui completely get rid of Yan Zhuixing's control.

He got up and walked to the unconscious Wen Rui. Wen Lanfeng looked at the person on the ground and could not help but sigh. "Yanqing, we were all wrong. Yue Qianchou was right."

He remembered the scene in the Cornucopia. At that time, Yue Qianchou was determined to kill Yan Zhuixing and Hu Changshou's son, Hu Yuntian. It was he who listened to Lu Yanqing and stopped him. Otherwise, with that guy's courage to do anything, it was very likely that he would have killed Yan Zhuixing. There would not have been the disaster of Ling Fang Valley and the disaster of Heart Cleansing Lake. However, it was too late to say anything now. Maybe he had caused big trouble for Yue Qianchou. Yan Zhuixing would definitely not let him go.

Wen Lanfeng shook his head slightly and felt a little regretful. He helped Wen Rui up on the spot to see if he could help him get rid of Yan Zhuixing's control …

On both sides of the road leading to Ling Fang Valley, there were stone tablets singing praises of Ling Fang Valley for saving the world and saving people. The word 'pious' was written on the faces of the people who came and went. That was the respect for Ling Fang Valley from the bottom of their hearts. However, there was one person who did not seem to fit in with the crowd. Nobody noticed when he appeared among the passers-by.

This person was wearing a black robe and walking slowly. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders. Half of his face was covered by his long hair while the other half of his face looked unusually cold. The gaze that he revealed was as calm as stagnant water. Whether it was his temperament or attire, he was different from ordinary people. The passers-by who came and went could not help but look at him. However, they would subconsciously stay away from him. Because they were too close to each other, they felt a bone-chilling coldness, as if they weren't approaching a human, but a block of ice in the winter …

After entering Ling Fang Valley, one could immediately smell the medicinal fragrance. The surrounding scenery was quiet and the vegetation was lush and green. There were many unknown small flowers in the medicine fields on both sides of the valley. When the breeze blew, they would sway shyly, appearing small and delicate.

The long-haired man in black raised his head and looked at the two big words' Medicine Hut 'on the opposite mountain. Then, he followed the passers-by into the long row of Spirit Hut where patients were treated. The Spirit Hut was crude but it did not lose its elegance. Even though the four sides were hollow and ventilated, the medicinal fragrance was far richer than the outside. After the long-haired man in black looked around coldly, he silently sat on the bench with the others and waited in line …

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