"Your sudden departure changed my life and led me to the path of cultivation. I don't know if this is what you want to see, and I don't know whether you want me to come to Jiuquan to meet you, or I hope I will live well."

Cheng Lingyu took another sip of wine. The hot feeling made him feel uncomfortable, but he quietly savored it.

"Life is like a dream, true love is like fire, and it is a thousand times of change, my heart remains the same. Ruoxue, I miss you."

Cheng Lingyu tasted the misery and felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

First love is like a dream, unforgettable.

For Cheng Lingyu, a waste from the Cheng family, if he loses Ruoxue, he will lose everything.

In order to avenge, Cheng Lingyu lived strongly.

Now that Ruoxue has revenged his revenge, Cheng Lingyu has lost his direction. His biggest concern has ended, and life seems to have no meaning to him.

Drinking wine one after another, Cheng Lingyu's expression was painful. He was recalling his past dreams, he was looking for the road to this life, and was at the intersection of life.

The breeze caresses gently, as if there is and is not, as if it is like snow.

Cheng Lingyu was in confusion, Ruoxue's figure flashed in his mind, smiling at him, and waving at him.

Cheng Lingyu showed an obsession on his face, and his silly smile slowly emerged, falling into memories.

As if he knew that Cheng Lingyu would come back, the Master appeared not far away. Looking at the silly figure, the old face showed grief.

Cheng Lingyu was once the most proud student under the Master's school, but now he is crazy. It is a lie to say that the Master doesn't care at all.

Losing his beloved daughter, the Master has grown much older.

Now that even his most proud disciple has become like this, the Master is really heartbroken and full of self-blame.

If I had not agreed to the marriage at the beginning, the ending might not have been like this.

Looking at the head in front of the grave, the Master showed excitement on his face. He would always remember that face, and now it was finally placed on his daughter's grave.

Cheng Lingyu in his memory noticed something, looked back at the Master, and his face showed a painful bitterness.

"I avenge Ruoxue."

The seven short words are as heavy as Mount Tai, revealing endless vicissitudes.

This is Cheng Lingyu’s promise to his master. It is two months before Double Ninth Festival, and he finally fulfilled it.

"Okay... OK... so I can feel at ease to meet Ruoxue in the Nine Springs."

The Master trembled lightly, and his old face was filled with a deep pain.

Cheng Lingyu's expression changed when he heard this. The Master was going to see Ruoxue in the Nine Springs. What about himself?

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In contemplation, a strange aura came from far to near, transmitting and killing.

Cheng Lingyu's mind tightened, and he suddenly stood up and looked up at the distance.

The next moment, Caiyun and Cheng Yun appeared beside Cheng Lingyu. It was obvious that Caiyun sensed the change one step ahead of Cheng Lingyu.

The Master was a little far away, a hundred feet away, and was still immersed in grief.

The group of people broke through the sky and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The leader, Cheng Lingyu and Cai Yun, knew him. He was Mo Wuxie, the saint son of the Tiansheng Temple. He was surrounded by six middle-aged and elderly monks in different clothes. They were all amazing and powerful.

Cai Yun frowned slightly, and saw at a glance that there were four strong men in the blood martial arts realm among the seven people. This attitude should not be underestimated.

"The Holy Son is so happy that he led his people to visit Shiyang Town."

Mo Wuxie sneered and said, "Stop being careless. Yesterday I invited you to join the Tiansheng Temple. You refused, but now you want to join the Shanhe League. You look down on me, Mo Wuxie."

Caiyun raised his eyebrows and said, "I am a person who is soft and not hard. I am still considering whether to join the Shanhe League or not. If you want to force me to join the Tiansheng Temple in this way, then you have made the wrong idea."

Mo Wuxie snorted: "I like arrogant people the most, especially beautiful women. As long as you are not afraid of regret, I will fulfill you. If you agree to join my Tiansheng Temple today, I will just think this is here to play. Otherwise, I will leave the father and son around you to the Xuanhuo Sect masters around me to deal with the consequences. I think you know more than me."

Caiyun's face was slightly cold and his eyes were astonishingly murderous.

"You are too tender to threaten me. Since you are sincere in causing trouble, I will send you to hell."

With one step forward, the flames flew around the colorful clouds and turned into a sea of ​​burning sky, covering the sky and flooding the light of the scorching sun and releasing a terrifying aura.

Mo Wuxie's face changed in surprise. He seemed to have never imagined that Caiyun was so strong that he was still arrogant in this situation.

The people who accompanied him also changed their colors, guessing Caiyun's specific cultivation strength.

This time, Mo Wuxie and his seven members, five of them came from Xuanhuo Sect, including two powerful men in the blood martial arts realm.

"You go and take her down, I will ask Elder Lu to help you. I will kill that kid with my own hands and make this woman regret it."

Mo Wuxie has always been conceited, and being scolded by Caiyun like this made him very angry. He was determined to give Caiyun some color.

The two blood martial arts masters of Xuanhuo Sect didn't say a word, and they were full of hatred for Caiyun. This time they had a relationship with Tiansheng Temple and were about to use the power of Tiansheng Temple to destroy Caiyun.

Elder Lu comes from the Heavenly Temple and is responsible for accompanying and protecting the Holy Son Mo Wuxie. He has amazing strength in the fifth level of blood martial arts pulse seal stage, which is enough to shock one side and sweep the world.

Caiyun narrowed her eyes slightly. She was not afraid of these people, but she was a little helpless to protect Cheng Lingyu.

"You guys go first."

Caiyun looked at Cheng Lingyu and told him to leave immediately.

Mo Wuxie sneered and said, "If you want to leave, do you think it's possible?"

With a wave of his right hand, Mo Wuxie ordered the two soul martial arts masters of Xuanhuo Sect to deal with Cheng Yun, and he wanted to kill Cheng Lingyu with his own hands.

Caiyun's face looked like ice, and flames rolled around her, forming a defense zone to block the enemy from approaching Cheng Lingyu and Cheng Yun approaching.

The two blood martial arts masters of Xuanhuo Sect launched an attack, and their terrifying combat power destroyed and easily broke through Caiyun's defense, approaching her, and trying to kill Caiyun.

Caiyun snorted slightly, and the rolling flames were like waves, rolling backwards, sweeping over the surging blood flames to swallow the mountains and rivers, forcing the two blood martial arts masters from Xuanhuo Sect to retreat.

A strange color flashed in Elder Lu's eyes, and suddenly took a step, and a divine power that broke the sky swept across the sky, shaking the world, almost knocking out the flames outside Caiyun's body.

Caiyun's body shook, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes. Although Elder Lu had only taken one step, he had locked on Caiyun and could launch an attack at any time.

This is a threat that makes Caiyun always wary of the situation, and the situation is extremely unfavorable.

The two blood martial masters of Xuanhuo Sect saw the opportunity and launched a fierce attack to kill Caiyun.

Caiyun's face was cold, the fire lotus on his fingertips was in full bloom, and the fire domain was surging all over his body, and he fought a life-and-death battle with the two masters of the Xuanhuo Sect.

"Let's go."

Cheng Lingyu quickly built a teleportation array and pulled his father Cheng Yun and wanted to leave, but found that the teleportation array was quickly destroyed and easily destroyed by Mo Wuxie.

"Can you leave in front of me?"

Mo Wuxie looked disdainful and full of contempt.

Cheng Yun grabbed his son's hand and said in a deep voice: "I'll stop them, you go quickly."

Cheng Yun threw Cheng Lingyu hundreds of feet away, and rushed towards Mo Wuxie with a loud roar, but was stopped by the masters of Xuanhuo Sect for a long time.

"Your opponent is us, and you are not qualified to fight the Son."

Cheng Yun is now at the second level of soul martial arts, but the two enemies he faces are at the fifth level of soul martial arts, three stages higher than him, and the difference is huge.

"Get out!"

Cheng Yun roared, he didn't care about his life and death, but he must not let Mo Wuxie kill his son. He wanted to use his life to win a glimmer of hope for his son.

"No matter how much you shout, you can't escape the fate of death today."

Two masters from the Xuanhuo Sect tried their best to suppress Cheng Yun, making him dodge in panic, roar and scream, but were unable to reverse the situation.

Cheng Lingyu was tense, and the situation in front of him was extremely unfavorable, and there was almost no chance of survival.

Among the three, Caiyun is the strongest, but she has just been promoted to the realm of blood martial arts. Facing the two blood martial arts masters of Xuanhuo Sect, as well as Elder Lu, the peerless strongman with the fifth level of blood martial arts, there is almost no room for struggle.

Cheng Yun's situation is even more unfavorable. He can't take care of himself, so how can he take care of Cheng Lingyu?

Mo Wuxie fell from the sky and approached Cheng Lingyu with a sneer.

"Come on, take your means and let me see how capable you are."

Cheng Lingyu said nothing. He slowly retreated, thinking about a solution in his mind.

The difference in strength between the two is too great that no skill can make up for this gap.

Even if Cheng Lingyu has the Heart Sword Wuhen and the Magic Sword is on his body, he probably has a chance to not compete.

Mo Wuxie was arrogant and his slow pace was in line with a certain rhythm. The wind blew everywhere between the rise and fall, and a rotating beam of light appeared beside him, setting him up like a god king and looking at the world with a proud look.

Cheng Lingyu closed his lips tightly, and the surging waves of air hit his body, causing him to shake violently, and dodge back.

Moving quickly, Cheng Lingyu wanted to avoid Mo Wuxie's lock, but that was impossible.

"Can you hide?"

As the questioning sounded, Cheng Lingyu felt a powerful force of restraint, and instantly pulled him back to the ground from mid-air, unable to move.

The next moment, Mo Wuxie took a step and knocked Cheng Lingyu away dozens of feet, blood splattered in his mouth, and he was seriously injured on the spot.

Cheng Yun was distracted from his son's situation. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but roar and was knocked away by the enemy's palm.

The next moment, two masters of Xuanhuo Sect chased after him and wanted to eradicate Cheng Yun.

"Dad, leave, don't worry about me!"

Cheng Lingyu doesn't want his father to die here, he hopes he can leave alive.

Judging from the current situation, among the three, Cheng Lingyu's situation is the most dangerous, with the smallest chance of survival, Cheng Yun has the greatest chance of survival, and he is the one who has the most hope of escaping.

Cheng Yun naturally refused to leave, but was forced to stay away under the pursuit of the two masters of Xuanhuo Sect.

"He can't walk, and if he can't escape from ten miles, he will die, but you will die before him."

Mo Wuxie was full of arrogance and calmness. Every step he took would shake Cheng Lingyu away. That terrible impact force would have died long ago if it were someone else.

If Cheng Lingyu had not been strong in his body, he would have been deadly in danger.
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