After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

Wen Zhi was restless, forced himself to calm down, and rushed straight to Xianle Village.

Regardless of whether he was in danger or not, he didn't want to experience the pain of losing an important person again.

Everyone thought that the Holy Son of the Demon Sect received preferential treatment in the Demon Sect because of the word "holy", but it was not.

The situation was urgent, Wen Zhi pursed his lips, but was stopped by a man who looked like a cultivator on the only way from Langjianzong to Xianlezhuang.

Wen Zhi's face was terribly gloomy, and he did not conceal the frightening sternness at all. All his patience was exhausted, and his voice was as deep as ice: "What's the matter?"

He races against time, and if someone delays his time because of some trivial things, he will never be soft.

When the cultivator saw that the person he stopped was Wen Zhi, with such a terrible expression on his face, his legs immediately weakened, and he couldn't speak well. He bowed in fear and said hello: "Mr. Cang Cang Cang Lang..."

Wen Zhi frowned tightly into a twist: "You stopped me just to say hello?"

The cultivator quickly denied: "Of course not! I was going to report something to the Langjian Sect, and I happened to see you on the way, so I thought it would be the same to report to you. Don't be angry!"

Wen Zhi looked at him steadily: "Say."

"It's like this, last night, I received a summons last night, claiming to be Bai Tingquan, a disciple of Langjianzong..." The cultivator honestly repeated what Bai Tingquan told him , and then said in a relaxed tone, "I thought he was trying to cheat by opportunism, otherwise why didn't he send a direct message back to Langjianzong? This matter involves the integrity of the disciples, so I wanted to tell, tell the noble sect... ..."

Wen Zhi's voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Bai Tingquan, the monster clan is lurking, the army, being imprisoned, a conspiracy?"

The last two words, Wen Zhi completely lost control of his reason, and read out through gritted teeth.

The bloody scene from that year almost reappeared in front of his eyes, Wen Zhi resisted the dizziness, and used all his strength to control himself and stay rational.

Is he going to watch...

No, he will never allow that to happen again.

When the cultivator saw that Wen Zhi's expression was wrong, and his own expression changed in turn, his heart trembled violently. Could it be that what the disciple said yesterday was true?

Wen Zhi looked at him: "Do you still remember where the message was sent?"

Eager to prove himself, the cultivator nodded quickly: "When that Bai Tingquan sent me a message asking for help, I located their location, but I don't know why, after the communication was cut off, I couldn't contact them anymore. , the positioning has not been updated, and I don’t know if they are still there..."

Wen Zhi was almost ordering him: "Take me there."

Wen Zhi has always thought that the Dao of Heaven is a teasing thing, he doesn't really believe in the Dao of Heaven, but when he rushed over, Wen Zhi exhausted all means to pray to heaven.

He had never been so devout.

At this moment, he would rather believe that naughty bastard Bai Tingquan, but he just wanted to cheat and get Mo Langyu, so he made up a harmless lie.

But for a moment, he remembered in a trance that Bai Tingquan had never bothered to tell lies.

In the blink of an eye, led by the cultivator, Wen Zhi arrived in front of the low mountain.

For some reason, he felt something strange in front of this mountain.

This mountain does not have any turbidity, only a fresh force exists, but the more it is like this, the more suspicious it becomes.

Everything in the world has both yin and yang, and it is impossible to say that there is only one side. Even the purest and purest spiritual vein of Langjianzong contains turbidity, but the turbidity is so small that it can be easily destroyed. resolved.

But if it is said that there is no turbidity at all, it does exist.

— That is, the turbidity was covered up by something more powerful.

There is a problem with this mountain.

But Bai Tingquan might still be inside.

At the same time, Wen Zhi felt countless pairs of eyes observing and monitoring him in the dense forest next to him.

Those are monster races, and they dare not act rashly.

Wen Zhi lightly touched the hilt of the sword, and said in a low voice: "Listen, you go to Langjian Sect right away, and tell Ming Geng-jun what you saw and heard without saying a word, go quickly."

"Mr. Canglang..."

"Don't worry, I'll cut it off for you, but remember, hurry up."

As Wen Zhi's voice fell, a clear silver sword suddenly appeared under the moonlight.

That is Wen Zhi's natal sword, Guan Hai.

It is also the Guanhai who made the Lord Canglang and cut mountains and waves with one sword.

With Wen Zhi shining his sword, those monster clans finally couldn't hold back and rushed out. They were so daring that they wanted to detain Lord Canglang just now.

I don't know whether to say they are naive or stupid, but Wen Zhi doesn't care about it, I can see Wen Zhi's expression is cold and solemn, the surging and majestic spiritual power is placed on the blade of the sword, accumulating and compressing, pointing in the direction of the short mountain .

The expression of the leader of the Monster Race visibly stiffened, and he silently waved his hand to signal the Monster Race army to move.

But no one expected that at this moment, the mountain suddenly trembled violently. In an instant, it was like a closed container was broken from the inside with a gap. This gap flowed out in one go.

It was extremely dirty and unimaginably disgusting.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Wen Zhi sneered, he glanced at the short mountain from a distance, hiding the worry and admiration for Bai Tingquan in his eyes, his eyes were slightly cold, at this moment...

The supreme impact spread wantonly, turning into a huge and threatening sharp blade, overturning the ground and piercing the sky.

The whole world turned into a barren silvery white.

No sound, silence.

Forests, hills, lakes, and the army of monsters all slowly faded and disappeared under this spiritual power. The dense forest was razed to the ground in the blink of an eye, and the wasteland was instantly wiped out by the blood of hundreds of thousands of monsters. dyed red.

Some monsters were lucky enough to summon a spirit weapon to protect them before Wen Zhi's sword move reached them, but it was just a waste of time. The spirit weapon shattered in a blink of an eye, and even the monster belt was twisted into powder.

This sword, after being buffered by the monster army and the forest, before reaching the short mountain, it still had supreme power, and it split the short mountain in half from the center astonishingly.

The one remaining at the end was the unbelievable and utterly terrified face of the monster general.

Then, he also disappeared.

The sky was getting dark, and the remaining prestige of the sword move slowly dissipated, and then Wen Zhi walked towards the low mountain with heavy steps.

Suddenly, two figures staggered out of a narrow passage on the side of the mountain. Their steps were heavy, as if they were carrying someone behind them.

They were all seriously injured, Wen Zhi smelled a strong smell of blood, but they all had heartbeats.

Wen Zhi's hanging heart immediately fell, he walked up slowly, sweeping lightly, the corners of his mouth were ready to smile, just thinking of giving him encouragement the moment he saw Bai Tingquan.

However, Ye Wei, Sang Mingzhu, Li Wenqing...

What about Bai Tingquan?

Ye Wei and Li Wenqing greeted Wen Zhi, their faces were a little ugly, and they hesitated to speak.

Wen Zhi pursed the corners of his lips, his gaze was dangerous.

He asked softly, "Where's Bai Tingquan?"

Trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

With Sang Mingzhu behind her back, Ye Wei bowed to Wen Zhi, and then passed him with her lips tightly pursed.

Wen Zhi's heart was trembling violently, his voice was slightly cold: "What do you mean?"

Then he looked at Li and asked Qing: "Where is Bai Tingquan?"

Li Wenqing also wanted to imitate Ye Wei's bow and salute, but Wen Zhi pressed his shoulder for a moment, and Wen Zhi almost forced him to ask: "Where is he?"

Li Wenqing shut his mouth tightly and turned his head vigorously.

Wen Zhi stared straight at Li Wenqing, and said softly, "Where is Bai Tingquan, why are you the only ones coming out?"

Li Wenqing tried his best to keep his voice steady: "Mr. Canglang, Bai Tingquan is inside."

Wen Zhi instantly let go of the shackles, and was about to enter the mountain.

But Li Wenqing held him back: "Mr. Canglang, don't go in, this mountain is about to collapse."

Wen Zhi gently opened his hand, and his voice was also soft. There was something wrong with his whole body, as if he was in the sky: "It's okay, I'll pick him up."

Bai Tingquan never thought that he would die in such an unseemly manner.

There is a core switch in the center of the blood pool. This switch is the core that supports the spiritual power supply of these monster races, and it is also the core of the entire mountain.

He used chop luck to carry his spiritual power in an attempt to destroy this core center, but he did not expect that, in addition to the central core absorbing his spiritual power, the bad thing chop luck was also absorbing his spiritual power, and even grew out on the hilt of his sword. The barb, the barb was in his skin, sucking his blood.

Bai Tingquan was dizzy and had to spend twice as much spiritual power to destroy this core switch.

The process was very painful, and Bai Tingquan was in a state of chaos and pain, all he knew was to squeeze his dantian, so as to squeeze out more and more spiritual power and send it to Zhan Yun, so as to destroy this center.

Finally destroyed this center, but he lost too much blood, his dantian was ruptured, he couldn't move his spiritual power anymore, and he didn't have the strength to leave here anymore.

He had already ordered Ye Wei and Li Wenqing to evacuate, and he was also mentally prepared to stay here.

He did a good deed for Wen Zhi, and he deserved to die.

He was also a little happy that he would die a hero.

The mountain was about to collapse, Bai Tingquan struggled to support the sword, sat up, enduring a burst of severe nausea and retching, he took out the undamaged note hidden in his bosom.

The handwriting was still so beautiful, Bai Tingquan only felt his eyes warm when he looked at it.

He can't go back, where is Wen Zhi now?Without such a threat from him, Wen Zhi should be able to get rid of the original plot setting, so that the journey will be smooth and smooth, and he will rise to the top.

Wen Zhi's handwriting was beautiful, powerful, and penetrating, but when it fell into his eyes, it seemed a little blurry.

No matter how hard he looked, the field of vision in front of him shrank little by little, and he couldn't read his words clearly.

Bai Tingquan tried his best to get closer to the note, but accidentally stained the note with his own blood. He hurriedly tried to wipe it off, but made the note even dirtier.

Bai Tingquan felt weak for a while, all his strength was not enough to support him to sit.

He slumped to the ground like a dead thing.

But with all his strength, he grabbed the note.

But in a trance, before losing consciousness, he seemed to feel that he saw a burst of white light again.

The boulder fell, and before Bai Tingquan closed his eyes, he could only feel the gravel and dust hitting him mercilessly.

Strange, the flesh and blood were cut and smashed by the gravel, it hurt so much, but he didn't have the strength to move at all.

Probably dying.

But all of a sudden, under the light, a pair of hands frantically pulled away the chaotic stones, and a white light projected in. The person in the white light hugged him tightly, and wrapped his arms around his waist vigorously. He hugged it tightly, pressing the back of his head with his big hands, and pressing it into a hot and hard chest.

His whole body was shaking violently.

It was as if he was guarding something precious.

The blood waves in the blood pool were about to dry up, showing an ugly black-brown color, but Bai Tingquan's red clothes were still so fresh, as if they were about to freeze in the dry mountain.

Bai Tingquan didn't see it, but there were huge emotional fluctuations in this person's eyes, including anger, regret, rejoicing, and a trace of joy of regaining what was lost.

He made up his mind that no matter what, he would never lose him again.

"Tingquan, I'm sorry, I'm late as a teacher."

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