The Immortal Cultivation Life of the Second Generation of Immortals

Now Wei Wushuang could see it too.

With Feng Wen's powerful talent, if he cultivated it, he would definitely be able to kill the blood-robed patriarch and deal with these people from the blood-clothed sect.

Of course, only he can do it.

If it were someone else, it would be impossible to achieve this level.

After all, not everyone has such a powerful talent as Feng Wen.

However, the masters of the Blood Cloth Sect burst out laughing when they heard these words.

This kind of thing seems impossible and unrealistic to them.

"What is this guy talking about? Does he think he can compete with us? It seems that killing our ancestors is simply a dream. Is this guy dreaming?"

"He is an old guy who has lived for some years anyway, he shouldn't have such a dream."

"I didn't expect Yuelao Yuezi to have some unrealistic ideas. He actually has such unrealistic ideas. It's really boring. Is he dementia?"

"That's right, this guy is dementia."

It seems that Wei Wushuang is already demented from the heights of these Blood Clothes Sect.

If it weren't for Alzheimer's, he wouldn't have such an idea at all.

It is absolutely impossible to save other people from their ancestors.

"If he wants to save people from our ancestors, he has to see if he has the ability. You are only at the first level of the cave, how could you save people from our ancestors? It's really a dream Didn't do that."

"I think this guy is daydreaming."

"Hahaha, don't worry so much, he will die in the hands of our ancestors soon, we don't need to worry about such things at all."

From the perspective of these people in Xueyimen, Feng Wen and Wei Wushuang were going to die anyway.

It's all just a matter of dying sooner or later.

The blood-robed patriarch looked at Feng Wen who was not far away. He didn't expect Wei Wushuang to protect such a young man. He did have some good talents, but what about such talents.With that kind of talent, it is impossible to reach his level, let alone kill him.

This kind of thing is impossible to think about.

"You said that this young man can kill me, which is very interesting, but today I won't let him go, I want to see what you can do to send him away from me."

At this moment, a golden light emerged from Wei Wushuang's body, and a golden token appeared in his hand.

The golden token is a treasure left by a fairy.

This is a treasure left by the ancient immortals, and it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

This golden token can easily teleport people away.

No matter how strong the opponent is, it cannot stop it.

"This is the protection of the ancient immortals I got from a ruin. It is specially used for teleportation. It is easy for me to teleport anyone. Do you think you can stop me?"

How come there is such a treasure?
Even the blood-robed patriarch's expression became a little ugly at this moment, and the eyes of the blood-robed patriarch moved to this side.

"I really didn't expect you to have such a treasure, but such a treasure should be very precious. You just use it like this. Don't you really feel it's a pity?"

"If I can get him out of here, I don't think it's a pity to waste a regular fairy token."

"Oh, very good, but since you sent him away from here, you have to stay here. I won't let you go."

"I will stay here, but don't be too happy too early. I sent him away for a purpose. He will come back soon, and he will take your head at that time."

"Take the head off my neck? Hahaha, it really makes people laugh, just because he also wants to take the head off my head?"

Not only the blood-robed patriarch thought this was ridiculous, even those from the blood-clothed sect thought it was impossible.

How is such a thing possible?
After all, the blood-robed patriarch is a third-level existence in the void stage.

The current Feng Wenlian has not reached the first level of the cave, but he is just a cultivator of the transformation stage, how can he match the blood-robed ancestor.

Don't even think about this kind of thing.

"Those who don't have a chance can't have any chance at all. This guy's idea is really strange. How can it be so easy to kill our ancestor."

"If our ancestor could be killed so easily, then he wouldn't be our ancestor."

"This guy doesn't even know how strong our ancestor is."

"Why are people here so whimsical?"

In the eyes of these people from the Blood Clothes Sect, the people here are too whimsical, and these people don't take their ancestors too seriously.

How powerful their ancestors were.

At this moment, Wei Wushuang threw the gold medal in his hand to Feng Wen.

Soon the golden token appeared above Feng Wen's head.

"Take this golden paper and go to a ruined temple to find your chance. Remember to come back as soon as your strength becomes stronger."

Feng Wen memorized these words of Wei Wushuang.

From Feng Wen's point of view, these words are very important.

He must take every word to heart.

Every word must not be forgotten.

"I remember, after I become stronger, I will definitely come back here to take his head off."

What the hell is this guy talking about?The masters of the Blood Clothes Sect all showed incredulous expressions when they heard these words. In their opinion, this guy is just like a clown, because only clowns can say such words.

Isn't this guy crazy?How come there are so many fish I can eat?

Why did he think he could kill the blood-robed patriarch?
He is now a guy who has not even reached the void stage.

How could a guy who didn't even have a cave void stage deal with the blood-robed patriarch of the third floor of the cave void stage.

This kind of thing is simply impossible.

How come you don't even understand this?

"These two guys are crazy. How could they come up with such absurd ideas?"

"That's right, these are indeed two real lunatics."

"I still want to kill our ancestor. This time he was able to escape from here. If he hadn't taken the fairy's token, it would be impossible for him to save his life. Our ancestors fought against each other. Our ancestors fought against each other, but they still want to kill our ancestors, it's just a dream."

"Let these two guys have a good time daydreaming. After all, if they don't daydream, I'm afraid there is no hope at all."