Yanwu God of War

In the wing room, there are two people standing.

One of them is Yun Feilan, the branch master of Yunmeng Pavilion, while the other is wearing a golden robe, with thick curly hair, two thick and thick eyebrows, and a pair of black and white round eyes, revealing a kind of longing .When Yun Feilan faced this man in the golden robe, he was extremely awed.

And this person is Yan Cheng, the lord of Yanyang City, whose cultivation has reached the eighth level of Xuandan. Rumors say that Yancheng has a strong family background behind the scenes, otherwise Yanyang City will stand for a hundred years and cannot be taken away by others.

"Did that kid not say anything?" Yan Cheng asked coldly.

"No, that kid has a hard mouth." Yun Feilan gritted her teeth angrily.

"Hmph! Then you are incompetent!" Yan Cheng snorted coldly.

"Yes, I am incompetent." Yun Feilan was terrified.

Yan Cheng glanced at Yun Feilan, and asked indifferently: "I heard that he has other accomplices who escaped today? Is your Yunmeng Pavilion really that useless? You can't even capture a Xuanyang realm warrior!"

"Yes... I let him go on purpose." Yun Feilan replied weakly.

"On purpose?" Yan Cheng's face turned cold.

Yun Feilan trembled all over, and quickly explained: "City Master... don't get me wrong, I let him go for a reason..."

"Tell me." Yan Cheng was very interested.

"Yes~" Yun Feilan cupped his hands, and said all the things he suspected in his heart.

After Yancheng heard these words, he frowned and muttered: "According to what you said, there might be a force behind him to support him?"

"Well, that's what I think. After all, that kid's improved cultivation is so terrifying that people have to doubt it." Yun Feilan nodded slightly, and read: "City Lord, do you think it's Jian Yunzong?" people?"

"Jianyunzong?" Yan Cheng pondered for a while, and said: "If it is Jianyunzong, it will be easy to handle. With the power of my Long family, this Jianyunzong is only a small sect, not worth mentioning." .”

"That's right, how can Jian Yunzong compare to the Long family." Yun Feilan complimented.

Yan Cheng glanced at Yun Feilan, and said in a cold voice: "The remnant map of Tianyu this time is very important to our Long family. I don't care what method you use, you must ask me." After a pause, Yan Cheng He said again: "Master Yunmeng, haven't you Yunmeng Pavilion always wanted to replace Tianxiang Pavilion? If I can successfully obtain the remnant map of Tianyu this time, I will ask the Patriarch for instructions in the future. Based on the depth of your Yunmeng Pavilion cooperate."

"Thank you, City Master, Yun will definitely do his best." Yun Feilan smiled.

······At this moment, in a dark corner of Yu Yunmeng Pavilion, a ghostly figure appeared.

"Teacher, do you know where my brother is now?" Ling Tianyu asked secretly.

"Well, but it's very troublesome. There is a strong person in the eighth level of Xuandan, not to mention saving people, whether you can get away is a problem. Why don't you come back tomorrow night." The poison king replied.

"How is this possible? I must rescue Brother Meng tonight!" Ling Tianyu looked resolute, "Oh~ good, but the old man owes you to be mentally prepared. His breath is very weak now, and he may be in danger." The poison king secretly sighed.

"It's at stake!" Ling Tianyu's face was dull, but turned extremely cold, and he snorted secretly: "Then I will risk my life tonight! I also want to rescue Brother Meng!"

"Go, be careful, the old man will protect you." Du Wang said.

"En." Ling Tianyu nodded slightly, submerged in the darkness.

In the secret room, Meng Xuan was in a coma from the pain, with blood all over his body.

The old man stood in front of Meng Xuan with a gloomy face, and said with a sinister smile: "Jie Jie, you are so stubborn, so I will interrogate you for the pavilion master!"

Involuntarily, the old man raised his hand, a ball of spiritual fire condensed in his palm, and the secret room was filled with scorching heat.

The old man smiled coldly, and the flames in his palm suddenly sprang out, like a long snake, entwined around the iron chains tied around Meng Xuan's body.

The temperature of the spiritual fire was extremely high, and the iron chain was instantly baked into a fiery red color.

Hiss! ~ With a rustling sound, the clothes on Meng Xuan's body were slowly burned off, and the scorching heat immediately covered the flesh of Meng Xuan's body, bursts of pungent burning smell diffused, and strands of black smoke rose from the flesh.

"Ah!~"

In a coma, Meng Xuan hissed in pain, his whole body twitched, his body was hot, and his whole body was dry and red, like billions of tiny insects, seeping through his flesh and blood, burrowing into the pores all over his body, painfully.

"Jie Jie, boy, is this feeling that life is worse than death?" The old man said with a ferocious smile: "I advise you, you should obediently tell what you know, so as to avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

Meng Xuan endured the severe pain, almost biting his lips, glaring at the old man and shouting: "You dog slave! Bitch slave! Even if I die! I won't say a word to you!"

"It seems that if you want to cooperate, the old man will have to work harder." The old man's eyes were fixed, with a sinister light shining, his hands trembled, and the billowing fire was caught in the iron chain.

The temperature of the iron chain continued to rise, making rustling noises. The fiery red iron chain, like pieces of furnace iron, gradually merged into Meng Xuan's body, burning mercilessly.

Meng Xuan was in so much pain that he felt like his whole body was about to be peeled off, he shouted desperately: "You bastard! Brother Tianyu will definitely not let you go!"

"Brother Tianyu?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, then asked coldly, "Who is Tianyu?"

"He...he is my brother." Meng Xuan raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were red, and cursed viciously: "He will kill you! He will definitely kill you!"

"Master Shaozhai really likes to joke. He is in Yunmeng Pavilion now, and the City Lord is still here. If your brother dares to come here, he will end up just like you." The old man sneered disdainfully. .

"Hehe, you underestimate him too much. If he knows that I am here, let alone you, a lowly slave, everyone in Yunmeng Pavilion will die because of it!" Meng Xuan laughed so happily .

"Okay, I'll wait here, I want to see what kind of brother you have to kill me!" The old man lowered his face, and a flame was brewing in his palm.

"Drink!~"

The old man snorted coldly and shot away with fire.

However, at that moment, the old man's hand suddenly stopped, unable to move any further.

"Uh?!"

The old man's face was full of astonishment, he didn't know what happened, he only knew that his hand seemed to be firmly held by an iron clip, making it difficult to move.

"Tell me, can I kill you?" A voice that seemed to come from hell, cold as gusts of wind, rang in the old man's ears like thunder.

"Gele!~"

The bone in his hand was broken, and the old man wanted to cry out in pain, when suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his neck, and a poisonous needle was deeply inserted into the old man's vocal acupoint.The old man's face was full of horror, his lips twitched violently, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Pfft!~"

The old man knelt down with heavy legs, turned around tremblingly, and saw a young man with a violent face and bloodshot eyes standing coldly in front of him.

Horror!fear!

The old man's pupils shrank sharply, his whole body was stiff, cold sweat was constantly overflowing from his body, and his mouth was open from ear to ear. It was hard for him to believe that, how did Ling Tianyu break into this place?

The old man wanted to resist, but just as soon as he gained strength, he found out in horror that the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and the terrible poison seemed to freeze his blood.

"poison···"

The old man's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with horror, staring at Ling Tianyu.

Ling Tianyu clasped the old man's broken palm with one hand, and slowly raised his head to look at Meng Xuan.Seeing that Meng Xuan's whole body was tied up with iron chains, dripping with blood, not a single piece of flesh and blood in his body was intact.With a dull expression, Ling Tianyu froze there, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and his face trembled tremblingly.

His heart was filled with incomparable pain, and the anger burned wildly at that moment.

And Meng Xuan also looked closely at Ling Tianyu, both joyful and relieved, tears streaming down his eyes, and an unspeakable wry smile appeared on his face.

Powerless, Meng Xuan's eyes dimmed and drooped heavily.

"Brother Meng!~"

Ling Tianyu cried out in pain, and slapped out angrily.

The old man's eyes were loose, and he watched the palm strike in horror and despair, all thoughts were lost.

"Crack!~"

There was a sound like a watermelon cracking, the brains were bloody, and the old man's entire head was patted into meat sauce.

Then, Ling Tianyu rushed to Meng Xuan, waved his knife, and cut off the iron chain on Meng Xuan's body with a clang, and hugged the weak Meng Xuan with heartache and anger.

Involuntarily, a few healing pills appeared in Ling Tianyu's hand, stuffed them into Meng Xuan's mouth, and said tearfully, "Brother Meng! You will be fine! You will be fine!"

The elixir melted in the mouth, but Meng Xuan's complexion still did not improve, so pale.

"Ah~ His injury is too serious, the healing pill is no longer effective for him." Poison King appeared faintly, shaking his head and sighing.

Ling Tianyu's face trembled, and he asked with red eyes: "Master...I know...you will definitely have a way..."

"I'm sorry, the old man is really powerless, his injuries are really too serious, if he hadn't held his breath in order to see you, I'm afraid he would have already..." The poison king said silently.

"No, no, brother Meng will be fine." Ling Tianyu murmured incoherently, his eyes were lifeless, and he was breathing in a daze, bewildered, like the pain of losing a close relative.

"Your earth escape technique can't take him away, and he can't last long, you'd better get out of here quickly, or you might be trapped here too." The poison king persuaded helplessly.

"No! I must take Brother Meng back! No one can stop me!" Ling Tianyu said sternly, and gently lifted Brother Meng, revealing the bleeding bone whip, and tied it tightly to his back.

Afterwards, Ling Tianyu stood up coldly, with hatred on his face, rage soaring to the sky, muscles all over his body tensed, and a flag of burning clouds appeared in his right palm, and he said coldly: "Yunmeng Pavilion! I want you to taste the blood! !"