In the void, Jiang Xiaofan's eyes flashed with a bright light. He finally understood why the elder of the Xiao Clan's Castle had improved so much in just a few years. It turned out that he was already dead, and his body was taken by Feng Cheng of the Divine Wind Sect.
This Feng Cheng cultivated the Soul Refining Technique, which was a kind of evil technique. Although it was very powerful, it required continuous possession, which was to seize the body of others. Because cultivating this evil technique would make the body possessed by the Primordial Spirit decay quickly, and all the potential in it would be integrated into the Primordial Spirit, making the Primordial Spirit stronger and stronger.
Feng Cheng was already at the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Layer of the Human Sovereign Realm, and he was half a step into the Xuan Immortal Realm. After possession, he quickly entered the Fourth Heavenly Layer of the Human Sovereign Realm. This was indeed not difficult. It was very simple.
"But why?"
The scene calmed down a little, and he frowned slightly.
He remembered that he had killed Feng Cheng of the Divine Wind Sect with Heavenly Thunder, but now this Feng Cheng had appeared again. It didn't make sense. Could it be that the Primordial Spirit in that body was not complete?
"Hehe, haha …" The elder of the Xiao Clan laughed, and there was madness and resentment in his eyes. He stared at Xiao Wenting gloomily, "You remember now? Hehe, back then, I separated a part of my Primordial Spirit in the secret place. This was a habit. I didn't expect that this habit would save my life. "
"You!"
Xiao Wenting's face was full of anger.
He had never understood how "Xiao Ling's" cultivation speed became so fast. Now, everything was clear. It turned out that the original Xiao Ling was killed by Feng Cheng, and his Primordial Spirit took over his body. He also finally understood why the news of Zhang Hen breaking through to the Human Sovereign Realm was leaked. With this spy, how could it not be known by outsiders?
"Haha … cough …" Feng Cheng laughed and coughed up blood. Soon, his eyes were replaced by ferociousness and resentment. He tilted his head and roared at the dozen people, "Great Elder of the Ziweijiao, what are you waiting for? Kill, kill all of them. Kill, kill, kill!"
"Humph!"
A heavy snort sounded.
Since their identities had been exposed, the dozen people who came to kill Zhang Hen naturally did not hide anymore. At this moment, the Great Elder of the Ziweijiao led the group, and the hazy light on their faces dissipated, revealing their true faces.
"This …"
"It's really the Ziweijiao!"
"Them? How could this be?! "
In the distance, many cultivators were shocked.
No matter what, the dignified Ziwei Sect was the number one sect of the Four Great Immortal Sects in the past. But now, they had concealed their identities and came here to kill a peerless genius who had risen up later. This action caused the cultivators here to have strange expressions.
Behind them, Zhang Hen, who was in the middle of a breakthrough, suddenly opened his eyes. Two resplendent silver lights flashed. Looking at the dozen or so people in front of him, his slender body trembled violently. His eyes were red and filled with hatred.
"Ziweijiao is the number one sect of the Four Great Immortal Sects. How could he do such a thing?"
Xiao Wenting glared at Grand Elder Ziweijiao.
This anger caused him to cough up a large mouthful of blood.
Feng Cheng was killed by Jiang Xiaofan's Ninth Heaven Divine Thunder. Although the remaining primordial spirit cultivated to the Fourth Heaven of the Renhuang Realm, its strength was very weak. It was far inferior to an ordinary Fourth Heaven of the Renhuang Realm. If it weren't for that, Xiao Wenting wouldn't even have the strength to speak after being hit by that palm.
"Grand Elder Ziweijiao, why haven't you made a move yet? Kill him, kill him quickly!"
Feng Cheng roared.
Although he had taken Xiao Ling's body, Xiao Wenting had always protected Zhang Hen very well. He had no chance to kill him at all. It wasn't until recently that Zhang Hen was about to break through to the Renhuang Realm that he remembered Jiang Xiaofan, who had a deep hatred for Jiang Xiaofan. So he went to inform Ziweijiao's people.
This was the best opportunity to kill Zhang Hen.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell those hidden families, but people like him didn't know where the hidden families were at all. Moreover, in his opinion, the Ziwei Sect was more than enough to deal with the Xiao Clan and Zhang Hen.
"Haha, cough … Xiao Wenting, your Xiao Castle is now finished. Hehe, my Divine Wind Sect has been destroyed. You and that little bastard can't get away with it. Today, there are so many people here. I want you to be defeated under their watch. The people you want to protect will also die in front of you. I want all of you to suffer for the rest of your lives!"
Feng Cheng laughed crazily.
Such a voice made many cultivators in the distance couldn't help but tremble. They could feel the hatred in Feng Cheng's heart. This hatred was so deep that it made many people feel a chill down their spines.
"You reap what you sow. Your Divine Wind Sect asked for it. If you didn't want to annex my Xiao Castle, we wouldn't have resisted. " Xiao Wenting shook his head and then looked at Ziweijiao's Grand Elder solemnly. "As the leader of the Four Immortal Sects, Ziweijiao is not afraid of being laughed at by the world for doing such a thing?"
"Boom!"
Ziweijiao's Grand Elder's body shook. Suddenly, Xiao Wenting coughed up another mouthful of blood.
At this moment, he finally moved and walked forward step by step. Just like Feng Cheng, his eyes were also covered with a cold expression. He said mercilessly, "If you want to blame someone, blame him for acknowledging the wrong master. That little bastard killed my beloved disciple. Today, I will also kill his disciple!"
"Boom!"
He stretched out his hand and covered the sky and pressed down fiercely.
Xiao Wenting anxiously roared. At this moment, he didn't care about his status and dignity. He directly threatened, "Don't act recklessly. That man killed a few of the ancient race's Three Clear Kings. Even the three hidden clans have to be wary of him. If you really touch his disciple today, he won't let you go!"
"Hmph, that little bastard can't even take care of himself. Let the ancient race and hidden clans take care of him!"
Ziweijiao's Grand Elder snorted. He obviously didn't care. He stretched out his hand and pressed down without slowing down.
The pressure of an eighth heaven profound immortal spread out. It directly froze the space within a radius of 300 meters, causing Xiao Wenting to be unable to move at all. At this moment, he couldn't even self-detonate his primordial spirit and life origin even if he wanted to. He could only watch as the hand pressed down on Zhang Hen. He was so anxious that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Although the main reason he risked his life to protect Zhang Hen was Jiang Xiaofan, there were other reasons as well. After spending these few years together, he truly liked this child and treated him as his own. Now that Zhang Hen was facing danger, how could he not be anxious and angry?
"That ruthless person is really amazing. He killed several saints consecutively and suppressed those of the same generation as Ziwei. Even the hidden clans have a headache. He's already so terrifying. Now that he's taken in such a monstrous disciple, it's simply … "
"Yeah, but so what if it's a pity? Although his disciple is monstrous, it's a pity that he didn't have the time to grow and didn't have the chance to. Now, sigh … "
Not far away, many cultivators shook their heads. Their eyes were filled with pity.
Looking at the handsome boy sitting cross-legged in front of them, everyone could feel the enormous power outside his body. There was no doubt that this sixteen-year-old boy was definitely a very powerful young paragon, a peerless monstrous genius!
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your master!"
Ziweijiao's grand elder pressed down with his hand. His eyes were cold, and his face was filled with a ruthless light.
Although Zhang Hen was only 16 years old, in the face of all this, there was no trace of fear on his slightly young face. On the contrary, his silver eyes were filled with hatred. They were completely red as he stared straight ahead.
The ruthless hand had already approached Zhang Hen's head …
"It's over!"
In the distance, the pity on the faces of many cultivators became even more intense.
Some female cultivators couldn't bear it and closed their eyes and turned their heads away. It was said that cultivators' hearts were very hard, but not everyone was like that. Many people felt extremely bitter when they saw such a world-defying child being strangled in the cradle before he could even grow up.
"Disciple, I'll collect some interest for you!"
Ziweijiao's grand elder looked up at the sky. His face became somewhat ferocious. The power of his large hand became even stronger, causing the void to tremble as it pressed down in one fell swoop.
However, at this moment, an unforeseen event suddenly occurred …
Boom!
An even more terrifying pressure descended from the sky. It was like a raging ocean, like a towering mountain. It was far more powerful than the divine power fluctuations of Ziweijiao's grand elder's hand. The terrifying divine power immediately shook the void.
"Bang!"
A diamond chakram descended from the sky. It was pure gold and divine silver, and it swept away Ziweijiao's grand elder's hand in one fell swoop.
"Who is it?!"
Just as he was about to behead Zhang Hen, Grand Elder Ziwei was suddenly enraged when someone stopped him.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone else's expression changed as they looked up at the sky. They didn't know who was attacking at this time. Below, Zhang Hen, who was sitting cross-legged, was even more excited. He felt the divine power fluctuations of the same sect and origin. Moreover, it was purer and more powerful than the scripture power in his body.
The scorching sun in the void was jumping. In everyone's vision, a figure that looked like a god or a demon descended from the sky. His black robes fluttered in the wind. His cold eyes and terrifying pressure instantly shocked everyone in this place.
"Old thing, how dare you touch my disciple, Jiang Xiaofan. Do you believe that I won't destroy your Ziweijiao?!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally cold. It shook the space until it was rumbling.
Jiang Xiaofan finally appeared. The ancestral artifact, the diamond chakram, was above his head. It was like a supreme god descending from the nine heavens, slowly descending from the void. His eyes were full of indifference as he stared ahead ruthlessly.
"This … this …"
"Ruthless … Ruthless … Why, why is he here …"
In the distance, many cultivators widened their eyes.
Xiao Wenting and the others were already in despair. However, at this moment, their eyes suddenly flashed with the brightest divine light. They were so excited that they trembled a little. The man whose name shook Ziwei had appeared. The man who gave the Ancients and hidden families a headache had appeared. They felt that everything was no longer a problem.
If it was this man, he would definitely be able to solve all their problems.
Among these people, the most excited was Zhang Hen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Looking at the figure descending from the sky, even though his back was facing him, he was still very familiar with it. His eyes were suddenly filled with tears as he choked, "Master!"
Ever since that old man passed away, Jiang Xiaofan was the closest person to him.
Jiang Xiaofan's back was facing Zhang Hen. He didn't look back. He waved his right hand gently and directly threw out the diamond chakram above his head. It hovered above Zhang Hen's head and shone with divine light. "Use your heart to break through …"
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