Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Speaking of Zhou Jing, it is also commendable for his courage.

Everyone was overwhelmed in front of this mysterious brilliance, but he stood up to kill Fang Lin.

It had to be said that he already hated Fang Lin deeply.

If he could, he wanted to cut Fang Lin into pieces with his own hands!

After saying this, Zhou Jing lowered his head, his heart in his throat.

He had not thought about the risks of doing so. Once he offended the Holy Light in the Golden Bell Immortal Mansion, he was afraid that he would be directly obliterated.

However, he believed that there were many cultivators stronger than Fang Lin here.

As an immortal, Cheng Guang could tell who was strong and who was weak, and would never choose Fang Lin, a dying person.

The atmosphere was deathly silent.

Hundreds of cultivators were sweating profusely, not even daring to take a breath. The whole world could hear a needle drop.

After a long while, a voice came from the orange light: "You mean, the injuries on his body were caused by you?"

His voice was calm, neither sad nor happy, and he had no idea what his emotions were at this moment.

However, in Zhou Jing's ears, it had a different meaning.

When Shengguang asked this, he must have thought he was powerful.

Even the ten-star guiding spirit can be severely damaged. Such a talented young man, combined with the ancient magic weapons, will surely shine in the future and dominate the fairy world!

Zhou Jing thought so, and couldn't help but raise a proud smile on his face.

Fang Lin, Fang Lin!

Not only are you going to die here today, but you are also going to watch me win the secret treasure of the Immortal Mansion. Maybe even Junior Sister Ruhan next to you will obediently fall into my arms!

"Yes, he stole love with a knife, which made me furious..."

Zhou Jing raised his head high with pride on his face.

However, in the end, he still had half a sentence to finish - if it weren't for the orange light that appeared, he would have killed Fang Lin.

It seems that this fairy fate belongs to him.

However, before Zhou Jing had time to be happy, Orange Light's body exuded a monstrous aura.

"hiss!"

The smile on Zhou Jing's face froze, his pupils were shrinking, and his heart felt like he couldn't breathe.

Under this power, he is like an ant!

If Orange Light wants to kill him, he doesn't even need to lift a finger!

For the first time in his life, Zhou Jing felt the breath of death.

"snort!"

At this moment, Cheng Guang snorted coldly and then disappeared directly from the spot!

puff!

Only a dull sound was heard, and blood splattered on Zhou Jing's chest.

At the same time, a powerful force was eroding Zhou Jing.

As the blood drained from his body, he seemed to be in another world.

There was a battlefield, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, piled up like a big mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a majestic back figure. He clenches his blood-stained fists and exudes murderous intent.

Zhou Jing felt the familiar power of orange light in this person!

"Who are you……"

Zhou Jing tried his best to say this.

However, his body slowly fell down, and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry.

Before closing his eyes, he saw the man with clenched fists, as if aware of his presence, turning around slowly...

When he fell completely to the ground, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"hiss……"

Countless cultivators looked at Zhou Jing who fell down and took a breath of cold air.

Zhou Jing's strength ranks among the top eight sects, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to severely injure Fang Lin.

It is no exaggeration to say that among the people present, there are people stronger than Zhou Jing.

, very few.

It was such a master who fell down in front of the orange light without even a chance to resist.

That weird orange light was too powerful for them.

Different from other cultivators.

Under the orange light, Fang Lin's body was scabbed.

In some places, the scars have even faded away, revealing new skin.

Not only that, he could also feel that his regrown body, in addition to being a little more tough, had successfully broken through to the middle stage of the treasure body, and its strength had greatly increased!

"A blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise!"

Fang Lin was ecstatic.

I originally thought that this serious injury would require at least half a month of recovery, but I didn't expect that under the orange light, the injury healed and my body improved to a higher level.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, glanced at Zhou Jing who was lying on the ground, then clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Thank you for your help, senior, I will be very grateful to you!"

The orange light didn't say anything, it just flickered slightly.

At that moment, Fang Lin felt like he was being stared at, and the invisible pressure made his hair stand on end!

Fang Lin took a deep breath and guarded the mourning platform, resisting the pressure from the orange light.

In fact, Fang Lin also knew that it was not the orange light that was putting pressure on him, but just the strong man's own ordinary aura.

After a long time, the disembodied voice sounded again: "Since you know that it was me who saved you, why don't you kowtow and thank me? Is this considered a salute?"

As soon as this voice came out, the hearts of many cultivators around him sank.

This orange light is moody. Fang Lin dares to talk to him like this. Isn't he looking for death?

Except for Leng Ruhan, who cared about Fang Lin's life and death, they didn't care.

However, they were worried that the orange light would kill them in a rage, which would make them a big injustice.

Among them, some even wanted to stand up and tell Cheng Guang that this disrespectful act of not kneeling was just Fang Lin's personal behavior and had nothing to do with them.

But when they thought of Zhou Jing who had just come forward, they couldn't help but shrink back.

All in all, everyone today is in a dilemma, with life and death unknown.

However, Fang Lin shook his head.

He straightened his back, his eyes were firm, and facing the orange light in front of him, he said: "There is gold under the man's knees. I once swore that even if I lose my life, I will never kneel down easily!"

"broken!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the cultivators around him closed their eyes and felt despair.

Fang Lin's answer was simply a joke with their lives.

However, the orange light did not kill Fang Lin. Instead, he asked with great interest: "Then tell me, who in this world is worthy of your kneeling?"

Fang Lin nodded and continued: "The child's knees can be used to kneel to his parents. The kindness of raising him will never be forgotten. The child's knees are a precious teacher! The grace of teaching is like the mother of rebirth!"

Those words caused the orange light to flicker.

Fang Lin didn't feel anything, but the many cultivators who knelt down were all frightened.

Just now, before Cheng Guang took action, this was what he looked like.

After a while, Orange's desolate voice sounded again: "If you only respect your parents and teachers, don't you disrespect the world?"

As he spoke, the power of orange light swept through Fang Lin.

At this moment, Fang Lin was lifted up in the air, and like Zhou Jing before, he had no resistance.

If there was a gap of one or two realms, maybe Fang Lin could find a way. However, Fang Lin couldn't tell what the orange light in front of him was.

Moreover, Cheng Guang's strength has reached the level of an immortal, and the chance of escaping under him is too low.

However, even so, Fang Lin was still not afraid!