"Jiang Tianhui..." Feng Wu repeated the name.

Li Xianyu frowned slightly and said, "When you see him, you should call Mr. Jiang. If you call him the name directly, you will be in trouble. The descendants of the true immortals are very particular about the rules. Unless you are also a descendant of the true immortals, you should not call him the name directly."

"Master Li Gong, aren't you going to be with me?"

Feng Wu was slightly stunned.

"The journey is too far, I won't go."

Li Xianyu waved her hand with a smile, then broke through the air at a faster speed, leaving everyone looking at each other.

"In this way, who would you like to go with me?"

Feng Wu looked at the other Nascent Souls.

There were originally three sanren, but one of them was killed by Ning Qi before. The remaining two sanren looked at each other and shook their heads with a smirk.

"We have something to do, so you guys will leave first."

The two casual people said goodbye and left.

They don't want to get involved in this matter.

What if even the descendants of the true immortals can't deal with the one just now?

It was just a copy of the martial arts he had practiced. It was a blessing that they could solve this problem. They had no sect or sect under their command, and they gave them the martial arts without much hindrance.

Finally, Feng Wu asked for a long time, but no one was willing to go with her. She sneered a few times: "Then I'll go to the Moke Mountains. You can stay in the mountains and seas. Don't make that person unhappy and serve him well."

After saying that, Feng Wu accelerated and flew in another direction.

Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads slightly, and their expressions dissipated in different expressions.

at the same time.

The Moke Mountains, on a fairy mountain.

Standing there is a middle-aged Confucian scholar, an old Taoist priest and a woman.

"Brother Jiang, a few years ago, due to an accident, all the ghosts in the great underworld were reincarnated and reincarnated into the world of the world. If nothing unexpected happens, that person will also be hidden in it. Have you ever thought about it for several years?

The woman spoke slowly.

Her eyes were solemn, with a hint of evil spirit.

Those who can stand with the true immortal must be one of the true immortals.

"The man who brought the spirit guarding beads to the underworld was thinking that when I was not paying attention, we originally arranged the Nether Spider Mother, but stopped this person and sealed him in the underworld for generations, but he never thought that such a change would happen..." The old Taoist priest sighed softly.

After a pause, he glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, "Jiang Zhenxian, it was the three of us who forced him to the field. If he came back and brought the memories of his life in the world, we..." "Why are you two so afraid of him?

When I could force him to the underworld once, I would naturally force him to the second time.

In the underworld over the years, he is probably reincarnated countless times. Even with the Spirit Protection Pearl, his memories have been wiped out..." A faint sneer flashed in Jiang Zhenxian's eyes: "Instead of being afraid of him, it is better to think about how to find that person. If I can't find her for a day, I will be uneasy for a day."

"So many years have passed, and that person is afraid he is dead. She is not qualified and cannot be promoted to a true immortal."

The old Taoist priest pondered.

"How can the master's wife die so easily? There are countless ways to extend her life span. Only by watching her die with her own eyes can we count."

The woman said lightly.

"Well, you're right."

Jiang Zhenxian said lightly: "My subordinates have been paying attention to these news. About eighty years ago, someone said that she was there somewhere, and there was a little girl around him."

The old Taoist priest and the woman's eyes changed, and she looked at Jiang Zhenxian with great sharpness.

"Why don't you tell us both?"

The two questioned.

"I'm not sure if it was her. Later, I went there myself, but there was no trace. Maybe it was just that my subordinates saw it wrong."

Jiang Zhenxian frowned.

"If there is any news in the future, we must inform us. Even if it is wrong, we must see it with our own eyes."

The woman snorted coldly.

He paused, "I heard that your son's life card was broken some time ago?"

Jiang Zhenxian said lightly: "Not bad."

"In this world, there is anyone who dares to attack your son?

Did someone catch it?"

A curiosity appeared in the woman's eyes.

The old Taoist priest calculated the fingers, and finally frowned slightly, "I can't figure it out. It seems that the ones who took the action are good. Is there anyone else who can do it?"

"The monks who were walking with my son had already captured the Moko Mountains, but they did not remember when my son left or how he disappeared. They did not even know that my son was dead, but I found a trace of soul-disappearance from them.

Someone has removed their memories and cannot even recover them. What can be done by the Hedao monk.”

Jiang Zhenxian said with a gloomy face: "There are only those in the world. I have checked it. At that time, no one in the area where my son was missing."

"In this way, is it what the true immortal does?"

The old Taoist priest and the woman looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled.

Which true immortal will attack Jiang Zhenxian’s son?

Even if you have to deal with them, you won’t be so alerting the enemy, right?

"It is possible that the descendants of the true immortals, so you can also pay more attention to me."

Jiang Zhenxian smiled and his voice was cold: "Now the Great Underworld is no longer there, and I don't know which fragment of my son's soul has gone to. It is extremely difficult to retrieve it.

So no matter who attacks him, I will die a bad death.”

The old Taoist priest and the woman looked at each other, and their faces changed slightly.

They all knew that the former senior brother in front of them was so cruel that even the master who led him up and taught him the way of practice could take action and kill his whole family. If he was caught by him, they could imagine what means Jiang Zhenxian would use to torture him.

"I have something to do, let's go first."

The woman hugged her fists, her figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

"I'm leaving too."

The old Taoist priest smiled and walked out with a light step, and the person was thousands of miles away.

Jiang Zhenxian stood alone on the top of the mountain for a long time, and suddenly waved his hand and a scene suddenly appeared in front of him. In the scene, a woman was walking in the snow with a girl.

A sneer flashed in his eyes, and Jiang Zhenxian murmured to himself: "Master, if you really reincarnate and return to the world of life, I will let you feel it again, what is pain..."... "Master, when will I see my father?"

Ning Haotian breathed a cold breath, and when the cold air in front of him was instantly frozen into pieces and fell to the ground, he couldn't help but shivered, then looked up at the woman beside him and said.

"Your father should be in the world of the world now. When will he see him? It depends on when he will completely reply to his memory."

Ziyun chuckled.

Suddenly, she turned around and looked at her, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. Seeing that Ning Haotian was still trying to ask again, Ziyun picked her up and quickly walked forward.

Here, even ordinary monks of Hedao came in, they would be frozen into pieces. It should be that no one followed her, right?
Chapter completed!