Jin Fusheng could not forget that past event.
When he first debuted at a young age, he belonged to a small and not-so-prominent sect and was often bullied by his fellow disciples.
It was a senior sister named Ah Chun who took good care of him in every possible way.
That senior sister embodied almost all his beautiful yearnings for women.
In his opinion at that time, there was no other woman in the world who could compare to his senior sister.
The senior sister will encourage him, take care of him, and even wash his clothes thoughtfully.
When he was young, he couldn't help but fantasize about marrying his senior sister in the future.
But things always go against people's wishes.
On a certain night with good moonlight, a group of strong men of unknown origin broke into his sect and began to kill wantonly and loot the cultivation resources.
He and his brothers fought bloody battles to protect the sect, and the blood stained the moon red.
Soon he fell into a pool of blood.
As he was lying there waiting to die, a white jade hand stretched out, picked him up and ran away.
To this day, he still remembers what she said: "Junior brother, the sect is gone."
It can be built again, but if everyone dies, there will be nothing left.”
But before he could run far, several strong men chased him.
Thinking about it now, the cultivation level of those strong men was not high, they were only in the Heaven-Slaying realm, but at that time he had just arrived at Dixuan, and the senior sister was barely in the early stage of Heaven-Slaying.
"Junior brother, you can't escape."
"You must survive, practice well, and avenge your senior sister and our sect in the future."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the senior sister hid him in a piece of grass, turned around and killed him.
Before leaving, the senior sister kissed him gently on the forehead, as if placing endless hope on him.
He looked through the cracks in the grass.
The slender figure was waving a sword, just slashing and killing.
Those strong men were surrounding her, laughing all the time, so wantonly. , so frivolous, every time he laughed, it was like a sharp awl stabbing his heart.
He clearly remembers the appearance of every enemy Senior sister committed suicide in the end He used a spiritual talisman to set himself on fire, burning his body until there was no trace of his body left.
Before she died, the senior sister smiled at his position, revealing a sense of relief.
The strong men looked disappointed and left angrily.
He climbed onto the still hot ashes of his senior sister, held the ashes together with his arms, pressed his face against them, and kept saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He hates it Hating that I am too weak to protect the one I love The person you love died trying to protect yourself After that, he changed to one sect after another, and finally arrived at the Nanwu sect and became the leader of the Golden Lotus Peak.
He found out the whereabouts of those enemies and killed them all without leaving any corpses.
They died miserably.
Jin Fuden stabbed his palm into the woman's chest and shed two lines of tears.
The woman opened her mouth and asked him: "Why?"
Jin Fuchen didn't say anything, and lightly touched the woman's forehead with his strong lips: "Senior sister, the revenge has been avenged, let's go."
The woman quickly dissipated into dust.
Jin Fuchen raised his hand, wiped his face from his sleeves, and carried the half-dead disciples out of the attic.
After all the disciples were found, he walked in front and led the disciples out of the first level of Emperor Chongming's Immortal Palace.
There are platforms under platforms.
The second floor platform is covered with lush trees.
A stone tablet is erected at the entrance, with a few words engraved on it: "Chongming Emperor Immortal Palace, the Second Heaven, Soldiers" Meng Fan and his party finally arrived in front of the cave, two days later.
"Meng Fan, we found the right place, right?
It's this big cave."
Jin Lian'er stood in front of the cave, staring inside.
The cold wind coming out of the cave blew her hair flying, "The Chongming Bird is really strange, too.
Isn't it supposed to live in a tree?
It's not a bat.
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What's it doing living in a cave?
It's so dark and scary."
"It shouldn't be wrong."
Meng Fan took out the map and checked it before walking into the cave.
Jin Lian'er and others quickly followed Meng Fan in.
On the way here, Meng Fan seemed to have become the backbone of the team.
Jin Lianer saw with her own eyes that Meng Fan killed more than thirty strong men.
The head of the Liujia Sect was at the third level of immortality, and even he couldn't withstand Meng Fan's three swords.
She no longer acted like the eldest lady, she kept her attitude very low and listened to Meng Fan in everything.
As for the shoes, she felt that Meng Fan's ten thousand yuan was not expensive for her.
Li Xiaoman's body has almost recovered, and she can easily exert her immortal fighting power.
On the way, she also humbly asked Meng Fan for a lot of cultivation matters.
Meng Fan's answers always made her unable to recover for a long time, and she always felt The way I cultivated before was wrong.
Song Zheliu asked Meng Fan a lot about Qingqiu City.
He thought with some ulterior motives that after Meng Fan rescued Zhou Yutong, he would just leave the Nanwu Sect with Meng Fan and arrive at Qingqiu City.
His friendship with Meng Fan didn't even give him a full-time official position.
After entering the cave, the four of them saw exactly the same scene as Jin Fushen and the others saw.
However, because they had the map and knew some of the conditions here, they were not as shocked as Jin Fushen and the others.
After walking along the stone steps for a long time, the four of them arrived at the first level of Emperor Chongming's Immortal Palace.
Meng Fan stood in the square and looked at the stone tablet for a while, thoughtfully, probably wondering why this platform was called "Lin".
As for calling it the First Heaven, I don't really care.
Some sects like to call their territory domineering, and even small sects with only a few dozen people dare to give themselves a "sect" name.
Dang Dang Dang The bell on the tower rang without any surprise, and ripples spread out, covering the first platform.
The scene was the same as when Jin Fusheng and the others arrived.
The air flow was like breathing, and a large amount of pure Spiritual energy rolled up from the depths of the cave "Xiaoman, what are you doing?"
Amidst the ringing of the bells, Li Xiaoman was surprised to find that Jin Lian'er actually sat down cross-legged in the square, looking devoutly ahead, as if listening to something, with an unprecedented serious look.
Li Xiaoman's expression suddenly changed, and he saw an almost transparent shadow of an old man dancing towards Jin Lian'er, opening and closing his mouth and saying something, but she herself couldn't understand it.
Song Zheliu also sat next to Jin Lian'er and listened carefully.
Li Xiaoman hurriedly changed his cultivation level secretly, looked at Meng Fan and asked in a low voice: "What the hell is that?"
Meng Fan squinted at the dancing old man and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just a mind spirit.
I'll go take a look."
When he was in Qingqiu City, he met the Nian Ling of the little white fox Ying'er in the Green Bamboo Forest.
The ghost things kept happening, which really made him lose his mind.
But now, with his special identity, he met Nian Ling.
There is no headache anymore.
Meng Fan quietly took out the ghost order, carried it behind his back, walked up to the dancing old man, and said with a smile: "Old man, the Qing Dynasty has died":