The sound of heavy rain is like the beating of intensive drums.
The white mist is constantly blowing in the wind, and the surrounding scenery is looming in the white mist.
Meng Fan stood on the top of the mountain and stared down.
There was no one else in his eyes, only the grinning tragic man.
When he was about to die, he looked at him and said: "Son, Chongming Bird, father I got it back for you."
A simple sentence caused huge waves in Meng Fan's heart.
Everyone was also shocked by this scene and were speechless.
How could they not envy the infamous second generation ancestor for having such a great father?
The sound of rain was mixed with the sound of rapid breathing.
All the dozen women in Wutong Garden put their wrists to their mouths and cried softly.
That's their palace master below.
Fang Xianyun, the master of the Emperor Immortal Palace, who smiled and nodded every time he saw them.
At this time, he is about to die Anger suddenly rose on Meng Fan's face The wind-attributed meridians in the body that had not yet stabilized spread out violent wind-attributed Qi.
No matter how he moved, ripples appeared on the soles of his feet, and he rushed towards the tragic man like a gust of wind in the rain.
The dozen Wutong Garden women also held long swords and swept down from the top of the mountain to meet the man.
Ji Feng also swayed, flew side by side with Meng Fan, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Danggui, don't be impulsive this time, you will really die."
Hall Master Cai from the Emperor's Immortal Palace to Heaven already understood the seriousness at this time and shouted shamelessly: "Palace Master Fang, Cai Qianjin is accompanying the Young Palace Master to rescue you."
There was no other reason.
Five figures walked out dozens of feet away from Fang Xianyun.
Their bodies were filled with thick murderous intent.
Behind those five figures, there were more than fifty people, all of whom were fully armed and holding a kind of weapon.
A weird crossbow with an arrow on the string and a sharp breath "Even if Fang Xianyun is dead, he can still have a smile on his face."
On the top of the mountain, the palace owner of Tianqiong Palace looked at those people and murmured, "There are nine elders in Zhenlong Mountain, and only five are left at this time.
They have obviously been taken over by Fang.
Xianyun killed four people, and the head on Fang Xianyun's waist, haha" The Lord of the Sky Palace twirled the beard on his chin and said slowly: "That head is the True Dragon Ancestor" In fact, the head was completely unrecognizable, the nose and mouth were all mangled, but the eyes were wide open, making it difficult to identify.
The other people standing on the top of the mountain changed their expressions after hearing this.
Fang Xianyun actually killed the True Dragon Ancestor Then his cultivation level must have broken through to the level of observing images.
In this world, there is another realm after transcendence, the realm of observation.
There are three levels of observing the state of appearance, namely, transformation into the fetus, separation from the soul, and grand observation.
The Palace Master of Tianqiong Palace confirmed: "Fang Xianyun has arrived at the Grand View Realm."
He glanced at the people on the mountain again, and when he saw the crowd making moves, he was about to rush down the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please be patient.
We also want to see if Fang Xianyun's attitude is as he promised us."
Meng Fan rushed to Fang Xianyun in the blink of an eye, stretched out an arm to support Fang Xianyun's shaky body, and looked directly at the five elders who were chasing him, as well as the more than fifty crossbow wielders. , gave a cold shout: "Those who continue to move forward will die."
"Those who keep going will die."
More than a dozen women in Wutong Garden repeated those words, holding swords in front of them.
Although their cultivation level was not high, and none of them even had perfect immortality, and they were all slender, the aura erupting from their bodies at this time clearly told everyone present one thing.
If anyone dares to touch Fang Xianyun again, then just step on their bodies.
Jifeng glanced at the only feather on his shoulder, then glanced at the five elders of Zhenlongshan who had transcended the realm of immortality, and said to Meng Fan, who was standing proudly: "Fang Angelica, if you hadn't taken my sister's dowry, we would be one family.
I will definitely not mess with you when I am dead.
Why do everything I encounter when I am with you be so scary?"
Meng Fan said expressionlessly: "It's still too late to leave now."
The corner of Ji Feng's mouth twitched: "No, what if you come back alive and beat my sister?"
After Cai Qianjin ran over, with a look of death on his face, he supported Fang Xianyun's other arm, took a look at the long sword that was deeply pierced into Fang Xianyun's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Cai Qianjin Qian Jin swears to protect the palace master to the death."
This is not to say that he suddenly changed his temper, but in fact, he noticed a subtlety in the unusual atmosphere at the moment.
More than a dozen women in Wutong Garden unanimously cast contemptuous looks at Cai Qianjin.
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Fang Xianyun, the master of the Emperor's Immortal Palace, couldn't care less about what others were saying at this time.
His slightly blurred vision had long been focused on Meng Fan who was supporting him, and he kept muttering: "Good son, good Son, my father’s love for you is not in vain, my love is not in vain.”
He didn't call himself "father", a less intimate title, but "dad".
Under the heavy rain, this miserable man had actually been exhausted for a long time, but at this time he still exuded a domineering aura, blocking the huge raindrops from the sky for his son.
As if he was afraid of embarrassing his son, the man gritted his teeth and straightened his spine, pretending to be a master.
Meng Fan's voice was a little hoarse: "Fang Xianyun, you are so stupid."
The man smiled honestly: "I'm not stupid, dad is smart."
After that, the man glanced at the five elders coldly, broke away from Cai Qianjin's arm, took off the dead head from his waist, and then raised it high.
You want me to give an attitude Then I will give you an attitude Fang Xianyun shouted loudly to the people standing on the top of the mountain: "Brothers, the True Dragon Ancestor has fallen, and the previous agreement remains unchanged.
I, Fang Xianyun, only want two Chongming Birds and don't want anything on the mountain."
If the water is three thousand, I will only take two Chongming birds for my son.
Fang Xianyun waved his head and threw it to the top of the mountain: "Chongming Sect, the family is divided."
The sound spread far away, and the sound stopped the clouds.
Tianqiong Palace is the first palace of the Nine Mountains and Nine Palaces.
Its owner waved his hand to catch the head, squeezed it hard, and with a bang, the head exploded into a ball of blood mist.
He raised his hand and stood on the top of the mountain.
The crowd waved vigorously: "Go"
The heroes on the mountaintop rushed down the mountaintop in response, boiling like dumplings.
Fang Xianyun watched countless figures rushing down the hill, and said to Meng Fan in a showy tone: "Son, how could you let me take risks for my father?
My father has not lived in vain these past few decades.
He is so popular. , you see, they are all father’s, hehe, accomplices.”
Meng Fan grabbed Fang Xianyun's arm hard.
I wanted to smile at him, but I couldn't.
He asked himself, after he rescued Xiaoxi and had his own child, would he be able to do such a tragic thing for his child?
He then remembered that in the tomb of Master Ziyang, in that little illusion, he and Xiaoxi got married and gave birth to a child named Meng Chuxin.
The original intention, the original intention, the original intention of the dream.
When Chu Xin was in trouble, he took Xiao Xi and Ah Fu to save him Meng Fan suddenly felt pain in his heart.
The Lord of the Sky Palace led the heroes, and suddenly surrounded five elders and more than fifty strong crossbow wielders, and shouted: "Death or life":