Immortal Tribulation

Chapter 233 Returning to the King of Fighters Gate

It hasn't been long, but the world has really changed a lot. Tianfan took Xiaolong all the way to the north, and the places they passed, although it was a scene of prosperity, everyone had numb expressions on their faces. It was originally their homeland, but now they are enslaved by people from another world. Over the past few days, they have already lost the belief in resistance in the face of that overwhelming and terrifying force.

In the past few days, he has traveled through many places, barren mountains, wild mountains, and the world of mortals, and finally came to the Great Wasteland of the Northern Territory, where birds and beasts roared, a desolate scene, perhaps even the people of the Celestial Clan did not come here, it can be said This place can now be called a piece of pure land, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

"Brother, what are we doing here?" The little guy asked while lying on top of his head.

"Xiaolong, do you know, once here, my brother almost died in battle, it was a father and son who saved me, that is a cute little guy like you."

Tianfan led the little guy through a deserted forest and came to a quiet place. There was a huge pool in front of him. The water was very clear, but it lost its previous aura, and the fruit trees beside it had also withered. How long will it be estimated that it will become a barren wood, and there is a huge cave in the innermost part. He walked towards it and checked carefully, but there was nothing. Now his power of consciousness is so powerful, but after searching for a long time, he did not find a small cave. The breath of the dragon and the old dragon.

He sighed slightly, judging from the situation in this place, Xiao Jiaolong and his father should not have died, but they moved away from here, and now they don't know where they are, which made him very worried. When he was about to die, he was the old man Jiaolong rescued him, and even imparted all his experience and insights in cultivating Taoism. The old Jiaolong was his benefactor.

"Forget it, let's go..."

He said softly, stopped here for a moment, and walked towards another area of ​​the Northern Territory with the little guy on top of his head. Instead of flying, he walked barefoot and slowly boarded the ruins of the Taifumen. It was already in ruins a month ago, with broken walls and ruins. The people of the Celestial Human Race did not take over here, because the ground veins here have been broken by them, and there is no nourishment from the spiritual energy.

In front is a large group of tombstones, very desolate and bleak, because no one has come for several months, there are already many spider webs, and there is a lot of dust on the tombstones, this is the power of time.

"Senior brother, everyone, Tianfan is here to see you..."

Feeling sad, he gently waved his hand, wiped off all the cobwebs and dust on the tombstones, took out a few wine jars from the magic weapon of space, walked slowly, and poured them down in front of each tomb, then turned to the sky and drank wildly, The spicy wine soaked his whole body, making his nerves and blood boil.

Xiaolong didn't bother him, the little guy was quietly chewing the barbecue in his paws, it was roasted by Murong Qiu before, he was brought to the retreat by the little guy, and now he was brought out again.

Time flies, it seems that it never waits, the sun sets, Tianfan has been staying here, sitting cross-legged, chanting the soul crossing scriptures, countless golden ancient runes are flying in this simple cemetery, and the sacred atmosphere is lingering in the cemetery. In this space, every tombstone is stained with a layer of golden light.

"I'll make them pay!"

Until the first ray of sunlight came in the next morning, he stood up and looked at the tombstone for the last time. He felt like pairs of blessing eyes were looking at him, and couldn't help feeling a little tight in his chest. The distance strode away.

He still didn't fly, but walked on foot. He met many people on the road, but no one had a smile on his face. They were all very sad, with endless loneliness. Looking there, he was in a trance.

His fate seems to have been changed here for the first time. Four disciplines of martial arts, untold hardships, he finally won the victory. He still remembers the battle with Xiang Yufei, that powerful man left a deep impression on him. Impression, I don't know if this cool and resolute man is okay now, if he is still alive, he is a little afraid to move forward, because he really doesn't want to see a sad ending.

But so what? I came here to know the current situation. There is nothing to worry about. He walked up, climbed up the Gaozhan stone ladder, and looked at the surrounding Xiaolin. It's too clean, and you can see many small animals here before. I still remember that when they played here for the first time, even a little white rabbit was not afraid of a few people, and jumped to Ziying's side autonomously.

"Snapped……"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from above, Tianfan was startled, there are still people here, is there nothing wrong with the King of Fighters?He was a little excited, and strode upwards, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was completely stunned, and then a monstrous anger surged into his heart.

"Old thing, hurry up and move it for me. If you can't finish this today, see if I don't beat you to death!"

In front of them, a group of people were carrying stones. Their hands and feet were shackled, and many places were bloody. The stones on the ground had many strange patterns engraved on them, like little tadpoles.

At this moment, he saw the familiar old man in the field at a glance. When he was fighting with Jian Hongming, it was this old man who was refereeing with an elder from Feijianmen. Forced to retreat by despicable means, more than once he showed a look of regret.

Now the old man's cheeks are full of wrinkles, and there are large white hairs on his head. He was still full of energy at the beginning, but now his face is full of exhaustion. He just walked a little slower. The man in black behind him froze. The whip was whipped, the clothes were torn, a bloodstain appeared on the back, and the stone on the back fell off.

"Old thing, hurry up and pick it up for me, I will let you live or die!" The man in black behind him was furious, with a fierce look on his face, and the black whip in his hand kept whipping the old man. Go, bring out bloodstains.

"stop!"

A group of people who were also carrying stones came over. They were all wearing black shackles on their hands and feet. These people were relatively young, and they were disciples of the younger generation of the King of Fighters. At this moment, they protected the old man in the middle.

"We can help the elder move it!"

"You are also a human race, how can you help foreign enemies and hurt your own people like this!"

The group of young disciples all stared angrily at the man in black in front of them, but there was nothing they could do. Now this land belonged to the Celestial Clan, and this man joined the Celestial Clan and established himself as a little monarch, supervising them to do hard work here.

"So what, the strong are respected, this old guy dared to block my good deeds back then, I never thought that there would be a day like this, hahahaha, if I don't treat him well, wouldn't I be a little sorry for the money I have in my hands?" Whip?"

This person sneered, with a proud look on his face, and he kept waving the whip in his hand. He was originally a casual cultivator nearby, with a notorious reputation, and a cultivation level at the peak of concentration. The elder stopped him and had always held a grudge, but he was not his opponent.

This time the Celestials came and occupied the King of Fighters Gate. They wanted to build something, but they didn't bother to do it themselves, so they needed manpower. This person came to vote immediately, saying that he was willing to submit to the Celestials. It's the cheapest thing to say.

But he didn't expect to meet the old man who spoiled his good deeds here, which made him really happy. After that, he would torture the old man every day, which almost became his daily pleasure.

"Snapped……"

As he spoke, he whipped the whip again, with a cruel and cruel smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. The cold look made these boxing kings extremely sad and angry, and they all rushed forward, but they were all kicked out one by one. .

"Kids...no...leave me alone..."

The old man said weakly, got up from the ground, bent down, and wanted to pick up the stones on the ground, which made a group of disciples very sad, many of them shed tears, but even so, at the moment he bent down, still There was a scorching pain, and he was pulled down in the dust again. The man in black behind him had cold eyes, sneered and waved the whip in his hand, which made the pupils of the King of Fighters tear their eyes apart.

"Snapped……"

The whip was drawn down again, but this time it did not fall on the elder of the King of Fighters as the man in black expected, because there was an extra man in white in the field, who caught the whip he swung, and his cold eyes Without the slightest emotion, it gave him a burst of fear for no reason.

(End of this chapter)