Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Who?" Jiang Jindao shouted angrily, and his breath became fierce for a moment. Although he is not a man now, his temperament, which was honed by touching, climbing and rolling in the Jianghu, returned to him at this moment.

He walked gently and quickly to the door. In this short time, a mountain knife has fallen into his hands. Outside the door stood two figures. On the ground in front of them, two headless bodies were lying. Jiang Jindao just glanced at the body's clothes and recognized that it was Lao Yang and his wife who had just come out of the house.

Jiang Jindao also ignored so much and said that he aimed at the two people standing in front of the headless body. One of the figures noticed the attack of Jiang Jin's knife and couldn't help raising his arm to block it. However, the strength of Jiang Jindao was so great that he split the man's arm together.

The man made a wild animal howl, but the sound made Jiang Jindao feel familiar. Jiang Jindao was stunned. Then he raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him.

The two stood in front of each other, and the man whose arm had just been cut off by Jiang Jindao stood in front. The two men looked very strange. Their skin was gray, just like the color of the dead who had been soaking in the water for a long time. But both of them had long hair and covered most of their faces. They could only see one chin clearly.

But even so, Jiang Jindao's pupil could not help shrinking into a small point. A figure appeared in Jiang Jindao's mind. It was his eldest son. In front of him as like as two peas, he was cut off by an arm. Although he had changed his skin and body, his figure was almost the same as his eldest son.

The man was cut off one arm and rushed towards Jiang Jindao with open teeth and claws. Jiang Jindao grabbed his arm, which was very strong, but it was not the opponent of Jiang Jindao who had reached the seventh territory.

Jiang Jindao raised his other hand tremblingly and lifted the man's hair. Under his long hair, he was really his missing eldest son.

"Oh, my God!!!" Jiang Jindao hugged his eldest son in his arms and began to cry.

But his eldest son didn't recognize him, and his only arm was still scratching Jiang Jindao's back.

Just then, a shadow floated by. Jiang Jindao only felt that he was caught by someone's arm and retreated towards the rear. When he calmed down, he found that there was a young man and woman beside him. The young man had long hair behind his head. At a glance, he looked like a wild man. The woman beside him was dressed in green.

The man who caught Jiang Jindao just now was the woman in blue.

"Do you have a bad mind and hold people who have been demonized together? Do you also want to be infected and become demons?" A few days ago, a strange star on an unknown prairie looked at Jiang Jindao with tears, and scolded angrily.

Jiang Jindao jumped at the two people who had just killed Lao Yang and his wife, and shouted, "don't stop me, that's my son."

Jiang Jindao said and was about to rush over, but Cui Hua grabbed her arm and pulled it back.

"Go and deal with these demons first. I'll watch him." Qixing and Cuihua looked at each other and drank softly to Jiang Jindao: "set."

Jiang Jindao's body stopped in a strange position. His head was still moving, but his body was tied up like something and couldn't move.

Cuihua nodded, tiptoed gently and jumped into the distance.

"Don't cry, sir. It's not your son anymore. Your son is dead." The strange star looked at the appearance of Jiang Jindao and couldn't help comforting him.

But how could Jiang Jindao not see it? He just didn't want to accept it in his heart. After hearing Qixing's words, he immediately cried more fiercely.

"Forget it, I'd better knock you out. I hope you can stabilize your mood when you wake up." Qixing turned his eyes helplessly. He cut Jiang Jindao on the back of his neck, and Jiang Jindao suddenly fainted.

Qixing looked into the middle of the street. There was a huge stone at least ten meters high. The stone was black. Now it had cracked. People came out one after another from the gap in the middle. But these people were stiff, their hair covered their faces, but their skin color was the same as that of the dead.

Strange star looked at these people, and a murderous spirit flashed in his eyes. He murmured: "after so many years, the means of the demon clan is still so cruel."

In the middle of the street, Cuihua waved the bamboo pole in her hand, which was much higher than her. In her hand, it was as flexible as an extended arm.

The demonized people in qixingkou are not very strong. At least in front of Cuihua, they were wiped out in just a few times. However, the huge stone has smashed a hole in the road, and many residents around have died under the hands of these demons.

For a moment, in this solar term in which everyone was happy, there were bursts of crying in Qianliang city.

Qixing couldn't help patting his forehead with his hand and took a deep breath. He came to a weak man and drank softly: "pure heart mantra."

The man was still crying with a headless body. The next moment, he really woke up. He looked at the strange star. Although his eyes were full of sadness, they were very calm.

"Sorry, although I don't want to do this, I have to do it in order to find out the situation." The strange star apologized to the man and asked, "do you know what's going on with this boulder?"

"Just now my wife and I were shopping. This boulder suddenly fell from the sky. Then they came out and slapped my wife on the head."

"I see. It's all right. You can continue to cry." Qixing said, and he would wave to remove the spell just applied to him. But the man suddenly knelt down and said to Qixing, "young Xia, I know you are a big man. Although you may not listen to what a villain like me says, I still want you to help me and avenge my wife."

"Don't worry, you will." Qixing nodded and was about to wait to see what the man had to say, but he saw the man clapping his hand on his temple, and then his eyes opened wide.

Qixing couldn't help sighing. Of course, he knew what consequences the man's action would have. The temple was the weakest place on the head. Even if the man's strength was not strong, there was only one dead word in this palm.