Fengyunlu

Overnight, the once glorious Jianyin Sect was gone, and not a single one of the more than 2,700 disciples was left. The mountains and plains were filled with horrible broken arms and legs, and blood flowed like a river. The eight-hundred-year-old leader of the righteous path was also destroyed. Luo Hongchen felt so painful and hateful. Thinking of those old brothers who had died, he poured all his anger into the Jiazi War. In that battle, he raised his sword and slashed, and countless disciples of the poor sect died under his sword. He also cleaned up the scum of the evil path. Even the leader of the poor sect, the prisoner, was seriously injured by him and the three emperors. In the end, he used a force from the human world to blow up his purple mansion, and the prisoner died on the spot.

But even so, Luo Hongchen's hatred did not disappear, because he found that his old brother had come back to life and was standing against him. He felt very complicated. Mo Wenjian looked at Luo Hongchen coldly, his eyes full of anger and disbelief, as well as a hint of hatred that could not be hidden, and the kind of unspeakable resentment between old friends.

How could Luo Hongchen not feel resentful? His old friend of many years was gone without even a chance to say goodbye. What made him even more sad was that when he took revenge, although the murderer was dead, there was still no clear explanation, and the prisoner refused to admit that he was the murderer. Luo Hongchen interrogated him countless times, but the prisoner just wouldn't speak. The Demon King also didn't get any information, only saying that he had never left the Fairy Demon Island and knew nothing about those rumors.

The destruction of Han Clan made Luo Hongchen full of resentment. His most proud disciple also died in this disaster. It turned out that it was all done by his old friend. The old friend died and came back to life, and once he came back to life, he became his mortal enemy. Who would not feel resentful?

Luo Hongchen's resentment was deeper than his anger, and harder to dispel than his hatred. He hated his old friend for not knowing right from wrong, not knowing black from white. In short, his resentment was like a fire, burning his heart with hatred.

"Okay, you have your thoughts, just don't say it..." Luo Hongchen suddenly sighed. He was a straightforward person and was not suitable for the free and easy practice of Xianyou Avenue, so he decided to let go of the past and stop dwelling on it.

"Our two hundred years of friendship will end today here in Leiming Mountain." Luo Hongchen said, and the knife in his hand flashed, and he cut directly at his hair.

The hair was broken, Luo Hongchen gently picked up a strand and smiled faintly: "Haha, old friend, I owed you a favor before, and now I have helped you get revenge. We don't owe each other anything, and we will go our separate ways from now on."

After saying this, the mortal fire in his hand ignited, and his hair instantly turned to ashes.

There was a flash of fire, and Mo Wenjian's eyes changed slightly, but the change was too subtle for others to see.

Luo Hongchen didn't even look at it, nor did he want to look at it. His eyes were as cold as ice: "Next, Feng kid suffered for no reason, and the culprit was the blow you made three years ago. His children are still young and can't be avenged, so I, an old man, have to do it for him. Also, with your move, the disciples of Thunderbolt Hall in Thunder Mountain also suffered. These children are usually good people, and I want to avenge them as well. You want to leave today? Even if I risk my life, I will let you stay here!"

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The autumn wind was blowing loudly. As soon as Luo Hongchen finished speaking, he swung the knife in his hand, slashing at Mo Wenjian without any hesitation. As for Mo Wenjian, he neither dodged nor evaded the sudden knife, and just took it. The cloak was torn and the robe was rotten, and blood was oozing out. Luo Hongchen snorted coldly, knowing that Mo Wenjian's sword was very powerful, and even with external force, he could not be hurt. But the knife in Luo Hongchen's hand was not vegetarian either. It was given by Mo Wenjian. It was a nine-day divine weapon. It could cut meat and break tendons. No matter how powerful you are, you can't stop the sharpness of this knife. Luo Hongchen wanted to kill with this knife, but he didn't expect Mo Wenjian to not dodge. If he hit him again, Mo Wenjian would definitely be seriously injured, and his sword light would not be able to withstand it. But Luo Hongchen did not continue. He threw away the knife and said lightly: "You should take this blow, and you can't avoid the next one." After that, he waved his hand and asked Fengchen to come over: "Come, come to the master." Although Fengchen was kept in the dark, he had to listen to the master's words. He ran over quickly, kowtowed first, and then asked directly: "Little Fengchen greets the master, what do you want?" "Okay, learn from your father, stand up and talk." Luo Hongchen looked at him, curled his lips, and pulled him up. Then he looked at Fengchen, stretched out his hand and said: "Old Bai said that your father's magic weapon is on you, take it out and let me try my hand." Fengchen was stunned. The Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear had been refined by him a long time ago. What can he give now? "Huh?" Luo Hongchen frowned when he saw him hesitate. Fengchen quickly explained: "When Jiuyou was making trouble, I couldn't refine my body, so my father used the weapon spirit to help me repair it. Now the gun has merged with me." "Weapon spirit?" Luo Hongchen was stunned. This disciple was indeed not simple. When the Great Wind Art came out, even he was amazed. Now he even had a weapon spirit. "Ah~" Luo Hongchen sighed and turned to look at Mo Wenjian. Fengchen knew at a glance that Luo Hongchen didn't want to do it, otherwise Mo Wenjian would have been seriously injured just now. Fengchen knew that Luo Hongchen might be the culprit of his family's catastrophe. Although there might be misunderstandings, Mo Wenjian didn't explain, which seemed to be close. Fengchen stepped forward and said to Luo Hongchen: "Master, although my father's magic weapon is not here, I Fengchen can do it. Let me give him two knives to vent my anger. It won't be too late to take revenge in the future." As he said, Fengchen picked up the knife that Luo Hongchen threw. He could see that Mo Wenjian had feelings for this magic weapon. Since the magic weapon appeared, his eyes always glanced over here. When the knife stabbed at him just now, Mo Wenjian didn't dodge. It must be that the magic weapon touched him.

"Okay, since you've decided, then... go ahead." Luo Hongchen, this mysterious guy, could guess Fengchen's thoughts just by his voice. His tone was full of tolerance and understanding, as if he had paved a ladder for Fengchen to climb down. What he said about avenging his father and bringing honor to the Feng family was actually just to make Fengchen stop worrying about this matter. If you can take revenge today, take it. If you can't, just accept your fate and look for another opportunity in the future. As for showing the sharp blade, it was also a gamble that Mo Wenjian would dodge again.

"Thank you, Master." Feng Chen nodded slightly, knowing that Luo Hongchen was just going with the flow and helping him unload the heavy stone in his heart. In this way, he would have nothing to worry about. In fact, he had always wanted to take revenge, but as the son of Feng Wanlin and the heir of the Feng family, he was always a little arrogant. Even if he relied on others to take revenge, he would feel a little uncomfortable in the future. Feng Chen believed that if his father was still alive, he would support him in doing so. After all, this was also an opportunity to hone and grow. As long as he worked hard in the future, there would always be hope to reach the peak.

Look at the people around. The Thunderbolt Hall is headed by Lei Gong, and the Poor Family is headed by the Demon King. Let alone anything else, who among these people around is easy to mess with? They are all very smart, at least they can see the surface situation clearly. Fengchen is now walking forward slowly. Everyone can guess what he is thinking, but no one comes out to point it out, and no one comes out to stop him. After all, Lei Gong has always protected Fengchen, and he will do his best to support him. As for how to choose, everyone should wait and see.

The Han Clan finally managed to stabilize their position. With the Demon King in charge and a master like Mo Wenjian, they were sure to leave safely today. As long as they didn't destroy the current situation, once Mo Wenjian left, no one could stop him, and everyone would follow him to retreat. By then, everyone's goals would be achieved, so who would be willing to come out and cause trouble?

But just when everyone thought everything was under control, something went wrong. The demon in Mo Wenjian's hand suddenly woke up. From his heart-wrenching roar, it could be heard that something inside him seemed to have exploded. He was surrounded by black mist, and it seemed that he was trying to suppress something and break free.

"Hurry... go... uh~" Moqiu said these two words with difficulty. It seemed that he had reached his limit.

Mo Wenjian was still calm, and slowly sent a trace of true energy to Moqiu. His condition was slightly better, at least he no longer groaned. Then, Mo Wenjian used a little more sharp power and entered the black fog, flashing a cold light. There seemed to be something in the black fog that was very scared, moved a few times, and slowly drilled in.

The demon king frowned when he saw this scene, then suddenly understood something, shook his head, walked to the side of Mo Wenjian, and took out an unknown treasure, which emitted a dark green light, and it was unclear what was inside. He threw the treasure into the black fog, and Mo Qiu finally recovered a little, said thank you with difficulty, and then fainted again, and it was unknown when he would wake up.

This scene was seen by Fairy Ji Yao in the distance. The Yaochi Fairyland where she was located was one of the five great imperial sects of the righteous path. With the Immortal Master of Yaochi in charge, she knew some things. She quietly used her divine thoughts to convey to Luo Hongchen: "Grandpa Luo, something big has happened to Moqiu. We must not be lenient now."

Luo Hongchen reacted immediately. He was distracted by his old friend's resurrection and forgot the important purpose of this trip. The formation in the thunder pool was left by the ancients, and there are five passes in the world, each of which is crucial. In the past, the emperors passed it on by word of mouth that these five passes must not be lost, otherwise the world would be in chaos and Xuanmen would disappear. Even the living beings in the world, including ghosts, monsters and demons, will encounter a catastrophe, and the real disaster is about to come.

"Little Fengchen, hurry back, your master is going to take action himself!" Before Luo Hongchen finished speaking, he rushed forward, grabbed Fengchen by the collar, and threw him to Long Tiexin in the distance like a small ball. Long Tiexin caught Fengchen steadily and immediately protected him into the Immortal Absolute Array. At the same time, Long Tiexin's eyes narrowed slightly, and together with Fengchen, Lei Gong and Fairy Ji Yao also raised their heads and looked outside the Thunder Pool.

There were deafening shouts of killing outside, and fierce shouts of killing rang out outside the thunder pool. Someone shouted loudly that no one should be left alive. In the flashing light, a black crowd rushed towards the thunder pool.

At this moment, a team of reinforcements rushed over from the southeast and northeast of Leiming Mountain. Judging from their attire, their voices, and the direction they were heading, the southeast team was from the Cangyun Sect, and the northeast team was from the Han Clan.

The reinforcements from the southeast were led by Jiu Tian Yuan Jun, followed closely by Bai Xiyuan and Bai Xide; the reinforcements from the northeast were led by three Taoists, followed by a group of various people. It was the Demon King who led his team to rescue the Fairy Concubine.

As soon as the two reinforcements arrived at Leiming Mountain, before entering the Thunder Pond, they immediately met up, greeted each other, explained the situation, and then joined the battle, fighting from all sides. However, the leaders understood that this was not the time to dawdle, so they left their soldiers to continue fighting while they rushed to the Thunder Pond.

"Master, Immortal Lord!" Jiutian Yuanjun arrived first and landed directly next to Ji Yao.

Soon after, the reinforcements from the Han Clan also arrived: "My lord, hall master, we, the White Wolf, the Old Ape, and the Green Lion, are late. Now all the disciples in the hall are waiting outside."

The Demon King waved his hand and asked his three subordinates and the Blood Crow to stand aside and wait. As for the battle outside the Thunder Pool, neither side had the upper hand now, so they could ignore it for the time being and not take it too seriously.

Several people were standing there. At this time, Bai Xiyuan came and looked around after entering the thunder pool. His eyes naturally fell on A Li and Zhuang Mo. As for the Demon King, Bai Xiyuan didn't pay much attention to him because he had a restrained aura and was not often seen.

But Bai Xide kept staring at the Demon King, and finally couldn't help asking: "May I ask if this is the leader of the Seven Kings of the Poor Family, the Demon King Cat Demon?"

"Oh? You know me?" The Demon King was quite interested. After all, Bai Xide was considered a junior in front of him, and he seldom showed up in recent years. Not many people knew him. The Demon King was a little surprised that Bai Xide could recognize him at a glance.

"That's right. The Demon King has come to visit. My brother-in-law was trapped on the Fairy Demon Island before. My father went to ask for him back, and I followed him to the Demon King Island. At that time, when I was delivering the message, it was inevitable that some of his aura would leak out."

The demon king nodded. It turned out to be Bai Qianyi's son. He had met him before, so it was not surprising that he recognized him. The demon king was no longer interested in this topic and did not want to say more.

"Young men, get out of the way. I, an old man, am going to take action." Luo Hongchen said as he suddenly jumped up, shaking away the enemies around him and rushed straight towards Mo Wenjian. His attack was fierce and he seemed to be particularly interested in the Moqiu in his hand.

Mo Wenjian saw Luo Hongchen coming at him like a tiger descending from a mountain, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He knew Luo Hongchen's strength very well, and did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately put Moqiu gently on the ground, and then drew the long sword at his waist, and the sword energy was like frost, meeting Luo Hongchen's attack.

The two men engaged in a world-shaking duel on the Thunder Pond. The sword energy and true essence intertwined, the sky of Thunder Mountain seemed to be torn apart, and the water in the Thunder Pond was splashed everywhere by the powerful force. The surrounding reinforcements and disciples retreated one after another, fearing that they would be involved in the battle between the peerless masters.