tkworld Chapter 135
Chapter 135
Chapter 135 A Wound That Can Never Heal
A gray-clothed old man came out from the sky, his body hanging in the air, glaring glaringly.
A terrifying coercion burst out frantically.
The sky was gloomy.
There was a burst of ecstasy from the crowd below.
The visitor was the ancestor of Tianxinmen, Xu Shanfeng’s grandfather, Xu Shi!
Jiang Quntian made a big fuss with Inner Sect, and he shocked him!
Xu Shi stepped out slowly, and the spirit power of the gusty wind and rain struck forward.
Jiang Quntian dodged in a hurry, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
His complexion suddenly paled.
What a strong soul power!
This person gave himself a tremor that originated from his heart and soul, and his power was far greater than a hundred years ago!
“Grandfather, have you made a breakthrough?!!!”
Xu Shanfeng stared at Xu Shi, shocked his face, and immediately ecstatic!
As soon as this remark came out, all around boiled.
A hundred years ago, Xu Shi was a seventh-rank high-level, and now he has a breakthrough…eighth-rank alchemist!
He actually owns an 8-Rank Great Master!
If the seventh rank is enough to run across the Lingzhou, the eighth rank can even smash the nine realms!
This old guy, after a whole hundred years of recuperating and rejuvenating, he has made a breakthrough from the 7th-Rank to the 8th-Rank!
How terrifying is an eight-rank alchemist!
Even the ancestor Ming Weiye in his own pavilion, he was no more than 7-Rank high-level.
Jiang Qun’s complexion changed for a while.
Before he was dazzled by anger, but now Xu Shi appeared, his fierce strength, made him feel rash!
On the side, Fang Jue also felt the energy pressure of Xu Shi’s destruction of the heavens and the earth, and he was terrified!
Fang Jue advised Jiang Quntian to evacuate.
Fairness and sincerity are valuable, but disciples are more expensive!
What’s more, the Dan Club is approaching, and if the owner of his pavilion is trapped in the Tianxin Gate, Dan will win the championship, which is meaningless.
If the pavilion owner folds, does the pavilion door survive?
Jiang Quntian came this time, saying that it was for revenge and justice for the dead Tianjiao, but he was actually worried that Dan would not win the championship.
Three years ago, due to the perennial hostility of the Tianxinmen Yaowang Pavilion, which hindered their respective development, he was to bet Xu Shanfeng once and for all. In the next alchemy, if the Yaowang Pavilion won the championship, Tianxinmen retired from Rivers and Lakes. Don’t ask the world. If Tianxinmen wins, so will Yaowang Pavilion.
A thriving Sect, especially the supernatural strength of Tianxinmen Yaowang Pavilion, who is firmly in the top five in Lingzhou, if retired, it is like a youthful youth who suddenly gave up everything to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and fend for itself.
This action is equivalent to directly severing the future of Sect!
In order to win the championship, the two major forces made preparations three years ago, hoping to succeed in one fell swoop at this year’s Dan Conference and completely eradicate their opponents.
Until Tianxinmen first took action against Shiying.
The death of Tianjiao means that it is impossible to win the championship, and even lose before the battle!
How can Jiang Quntian not hate, be annoyed, or be angry!
Now in Tianxinmen, he is an outsider, an aggressor, and weak. The other party is the master, the guardian, and there are many people.
Today’s move, he is reckless!
In Jiang Quntian’s heart, a hint of retreat suddenly appeared.
“You can’t get out of the door of Tianxinmen! Those who come are guests, so you have to treat them well!”
Perceiving the former’s intention, Xu Shi snorted and stared at the world with his eyes.
Xu Shanfeng gave an order, and a group of strong inside the door surrounded Jiang Quntian and Fangjue.
Wind and cloud suddenly started.
Unparalleled. Welcome to the Great Hall.
“Fade shirt.”
Lu Fengyun was expressionless and authentic.
Min Weiye’s face changed slightly: “What are you doing?”
The former frowned, “This sect will treat you, so it depends on the wound.”
Min Weiye suddenly became squeezed.
Although she was the ancestor of the Medicine King Pavilion and lived three hundred years old, she was bareheaded in front of a strange man, and Gu Jing Wubo’s heart would fluctuate.
Even if he is the ancestor of Tongtian, he is also a woman.
Then I thought, I came here to ask for medicine to heal my injury. If I don’t look at my body, how can I treat it?
She quietly lifted her eyes, and saw Lu Fengyun’s expression indifferent and her eyes calm, unlike those of the disciples and others.
A thought of trust came out inexplicably.
Lu Fengyun saw that his face was red and white, and he curled his eyebrows and said, “Worry that this sect will take the opportunity to be more frivolous than you?”
“Naturally not.”
Aware of the slight anger in the former words, Min Weiyesheng hurriedly explained because he was afraid of being impatient.
The two moved into the inner room, and Ming Weiye sat in the Lotus Position on one of the couches.
She reached out and untied her clothes.
The Mo Zijin suit slipped down, revealing his back.
The shoulders are thin, the skin is as smooth as jade, and the skin is as delicate as fat, and the shoulder blades are prominent, like butterfly wings.
The faint orchid fragrance permeates, it is fascinating.
It’s just that there is a long wound on the back that is so beautiful.
The edges were scorched and bloody, and inside the wound, there seemed to be a raging flame burning, scorching gas hovering, and the extreme temperature was still hot through the scar.
Such a wound split on the beautiful back, like a fierce lizard clinging to it, ugly, hideous, and terrible!
After a hundred years, the wound showed no signs of healing, but the living creatures moved like pupa!
Min Weiye’s shoulders trembled slightly.
For a whole hundred years, she suffered every day in the great pain of being burned by the flames. Every time the pain hits, it is a torture that is worse than death.
In the hideous wound, Lu Fengyun felt a scorching fire.
Sky fire breath!
Because of this, the fire was stagnant in the body, which made it difficult for her to heal.
Around the wound, the skin was scorched black and red, and the fire rushed under the skin, which was weird and shuddering.
The power of sky fire is hard to save.
But Lu Fengyun is the existence of heaven-defying!
“Ha.” He smiled.
Disdain, contempt, smile with confidence.
Min Weiye thought it was difficult, so he said: “If Sect Leader feels embarrassed…”
“Why do you think this sect will be embarrassed?”
“This…presumably Sect Leader has a solution?” There was a glimmer of joy and excitement on Ming Weiye’s face.
“Just expel the breath of Heavenly Fire.”
Hearing that, Ming Weiye smiled bitterly, expelled…it’s easy to say, what expelled?
If she could be expelled, it would have been expelled early.
Min Weiye’s heart suddenly moved. The former was completely improper in the face of Tianhuo. Could it be that he was carrying a Shenhuo?
In this world, it is more powerful than Skyfire, Shenhuo!
How can it be!
This fire is difficult to produce in a million years, and it has long been extinct. How can there be a sacred fire in the Nine Realms Continent today!
Not to mention whether it can be obtained, or there is, an eight-rank alchemist who wants to control the sacred fire that has evolved the wisdom is also difficult to reach the sky, and even if one is careless, it will only backlash itself!
Lu Fengyun moved slightly, and the white fire swaggered.
Feeling the breath of flame, Min Weiye took a deep breath.
Purify the world’s filth, clean the world’s filthy turbidity, shaped like a white lotus, flawless and flawless.
Clean the world white lotus fire!
Spirit Fire Ranking, second!
The white lotus fire is indeed very strong, but no matter how strong the spiritual fire is, how can it be stronger than the sky fire!
It hurt her, but the sky fire evolved from the spirit fire, Ziyou Bone Fire!
Min Weiye’s mood changed a lot, but he endured without questioning.
Perhaps, this unparalleled Sect Leader has his own method.
Lu Fengyun stretched out his hand and touched Ming Weiye’s white and delicate back with his fingertips. The latter couldn’t help but tremble.
The hundred-year-old ancestor, showing his back in front of a strange man, still inevitably feels ashamed.
With a fingertip, the ten second rank white lotus fire poured into the wound.