Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 680 Revenge
The phantoms of the two blue dragons rushed towards Ye Wuqing with a destructive aura.

Ye Wuqing's eyes were wide open, and he wanted to escape with the help of the spiritual weapon, but no matter what, he couldn't move an inch, and he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

"Zheng Fan boy, you will regret it for the rest of your life if you kill me." Ye Wuqing roared with all his might, "I have soul jade on me, once I die, the cultivators of Ziyun planet will definitely know, you Can't survive either."

Ye Wuqing knew that he was bound to die, but his strong desire to survive still made him say these words.

Not for anything else, just to make Zheng Fan change his mind so that he can survive.

Zheng Fan listened to Ye Wuqing's words, and said with a sneer, "I'm waiting in Jiangnan City."

As soon as the words fell, two blue dragon phantoms had already arrived in front of Ye Wuqing. The terrifying momentum directly shook Ye Wuqing into a cloud of blood mist, and it was too late to let out a scream.

After dealing with Ye Wuqing, the wine gourd surrounded by purple air suddenly lost its strength, and its body shape continued to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its normal appearance.

Hei Jiao, who had been trying his best to resist the suction of the wine gourd, was finally free.

The moment it was freed, it was about to crush the wine gourd into powder.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and moved towards the void, and there was a buzzing sound.

The wine gourd that fell to the ground flew towards Zheng Fan's palm.

Seeing Zheng Fan taking away the wine gourd, Hei Jiao held back even though he wanted to crush it.

After all, Zheng Fan's strength is too terrifying. If you want to kill it, it is no different from trampling an ant to death.

The moment Zheng Fan received the wine gourd, he immediately put it into the colorful gourd.

He is useless to wine gourds, but Xu Wanqing, Zheng Jiayi, Xie Feifei and the others may need them.

After opening the colorful gourd and putting it into the wine gourd, Zheng Fan took out some twenty black pills and looked at the daoist Qifeng and others who were unconscious on the ground with pale faces.

With a light wave of his hand, twenty or so pitch-black pills shot down into the mouths of Taoist Qifeng and others like meteors.

The elixir melted into a ball of crystal clear liquid at the entrance, allowing the wounds on Taoist Qifeng and the disciples of Longhu Mountain to heal slowly.

Not long after, the pale-faced Taoist Qifeng and the others gradually became rosy and slowly came to life.

"Mr. Zheng, are you okay? What about him?" The moment Taoist Qi Feng opened his eyes, he saw Zheng Fan standing in front of him, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

Zheng Fan listened to Taoist Qifeng's words, and said calmly: "He is dead."

Hearing what Zheng Fan said, Taoist Qifeng looked at Zheng Fan for a moment, and saw that he had no injuries, not even a drop of blood.

The admiration for Zheng Fan became stronger and stronger, comparing him to a real god.

As Taoist Qifeng woke up, the rest of the Longhushan disciples also woke up one after another.

When they learned that Zheng Fan had killed Ye Wuqing, they all danced excitedly, as if they were celebrating the New Year.

After being happy for a while, the disciples of Longhushan fell into sadness again.

Longhushan is now only left with their group, and it is no longer prosperous as before.

Moreover, all the palaces were completely destroyed, not even a single brick was left, so they couldn't continue to live here.

Taoist Qifeng knew what his disciples were thinking, looked at Zheng Fan and said, "Mr. Zheng, we are going to Wudang Mountain, what do you think?"

In the past two years, both Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain have been taught by Zheng Fan, and there is no old enmity between the two religions.

Therefore, Qifeng Daoist intends to go to Wudang Mountain.

The disciples of Mount Longhu all agreed with what Taoist Qifeng said.

Now the family is gone, Longhu Mountain has become ruins, and the entire mountain forest has been destroyed.

Not to mention rebuilding their homes, even living here is very difficult.

"Okay." Zheng Fan said lightly.

"Then when are we going to leave?" Taoist Qifeng looked at Zheng Fan with a respectful voice, as if treating a god.

Zheng Fan said lightly: "Now, I just want to see how Wudang Mountain is going."

"I'm going to call a car, what car does Mr. Zheng want to take?" Taoist Qi Feng felt that there were so many people here, he must call a car.

Zheng Fan said: "No need to call a car."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the sullen Hei Jiao, "Take it and go."

"Roar." Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Hei Jiao was speechless and protested softly.

After all, it is also an innate realm creature, and it has intelligence.

Now that it is actually asked to be the mount of these ants, how could it not be protested in my heart.

Zheng Fan listened to Heijiao's protest and said calmly: "Are you sure you want to protest?"

When Hei Jiao heard Zheng Fan's words, he didn't dare to protest, and hurriedly knelt down on the ground, letting Taoist Qifeng and others sit on him.

Taoist Qi Feng looked at the huge body of the black flood dragon like a small hill, and felt terrified in his heart, how dare he sit down.

"Mr. Zheng, this..." He wanted to say that he was scared, but he couldn't say it.

"It's nothing to be afraid of." A slight smile appeared on Zheng Fan's face, and he asked Taoist Qi Feng to sit down.

Seeing that Zheng Fan had said so, Taoist Qifeng had no choice but to sit up.

The disciples of Mount Longhu saw that Taoist Qifeng sat on it smoothly, and the black flood dragon didn't have any mood to resist, so they immediately became interested and ran away one after another.

After everyone sat down, Zheng Fan flashed lightly, and his figure appeared on the head of Heijiao, "Let's go to Wudang Mountain!"

"Roar!" Heijiao let out a roar, flapped its wings, and walked towards Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the extreme north of the earth.

It snows here all the year round, and there is ice everywhere. At a glance, it is a vast expanse of whiteness, without any trace of human beings.

Below the land of the extreme north, there is a small cave that can only accommodate one person in and out, and it is extremely dark.

From the cave to the end, there is no darkness anymore, and there are antique temples everywhere.

On the top of the temple, there is a night pearl with a size of more than [-] meters, hanging high above it, illuminating everything here as if it were day.

In this underground world, hundreds of immortal cultivators from Ziyun Planet wearing ancient costumes lived.

They were all gathered in a square at this time, and their faces were flushed red from being too angry.

"Hall Master, Ye Wuqing was killed, should we attack immediately." A cultivator from Ziyun planet gritted his teeth.

He never expected that Ye Wuqing would be killed by the natives of the earth when he was performing such a simple task.

"Hall Master, if Zheng Fan is not killed immediately, the Zhang family and the Lu family may look at us differently."

"Master, it's been two hours, haven't you thought about it yet?"

All the immortal cultivators on Ziyun planet couldn't wait, and they had to kill Zheng Fan immediately to relieve their hatred.

They absolutely cannot tolerate that a desolate native of the earth beheaded and killed their noble cultivator of Ziyun Planet.

above the square.

A middle-aged man with jet-black hair in a black robe was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a broken jade pendant in his hand.

This jade pendant was originally full of purple air, but now it is lifeless and has no use.

"I will definitely avenge this revenge." The middle-aged man's tone was very cold, and his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

(End of this chapter)