Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 781

  Jiang Wang held Feng Ming in his hand and walked on the blue clouds.

  While advancing quickly, he casually blasted out the explosive flamingbirds, making a violent noise in the high altitude of Shun'an Mansion, in order to attract the attention of the powerful people of Yongguo.

  For those monks who are still at the gate of Qingyun Pavilion...he can only do this step.

   Jiang Wang has no feelings with them, aside from Song Hai’s identity, there is nothing to do with him. There is nothing more than taking risks to save people, only four words-Yu Xin can't bear it.

   Those demons besieged Qingyun Pavilion, it was clear that Weining Hou Jiao Wu had gone to the front line. But in any case, I dare not make a big fuss.

  The ghost fog array is to hide the movement.

  Jiang Wang first broke through the ghost fog array and created an escape opportunity for the monks of Qingyun Pavilion, and then made a noise in the sky, attracting the strong from Yongguo to rush to Qingyun Pavilion. If the four human demons didn't want to die in Yong Kingdom, they would just flee quickly.

  In theory, the monks in Qingyun Pavilion can survive at least half.

  And no matter how many things...he can't do it anymore.

  After all, for Yong Guoqiang, he is not a credible person. No matter how arrogant in the sky, someone will "kill the evil" if he can't say it.

  He kept on, after blasting out a few explosive flamingoes in succession, he immediately turned westward, flew low-key for a while, fell high into the sky, and dived into a wilderness.

  Threw Feng Ming casually into the grass.

  Disperse Xianshu and feel the blessing Qingyun drifting under the Yunding Immortal Palace.

  He couldn't help but think that Qingyun Pavilion has been gathering good luck and Qingyun, and the monks in the Genting Immortal Palace in the ancient times, the practice of practicing the fairy art of Pingbu Qingyun, should have come from here.

  In other words, Qingyun Pavilion guarantees the continuation of the fairy art of Pingbu Qingyun.

  If one day, all the clouds under the Yunding Immortal Palace will be replaced by Shanfu Qingyun. So, can this good fortune Qingyun also fly with Genting Immortal Palace?

When   Genting Immortal Palace was in its heyday, it was such a huge monster. Even if it can progress, it will inevitably be difficult and slow. If it can be backed by a huge amount of good fortune and blue clouds, it can travel thousands of miles, and the majestic trend can really be called the demeanor of the era of horizontal pressure.

   Ping step Qingyun this fairy technique, can make Jiang Wang in the inner palace successfully escape under the besieging of the four great human demons. It is definitely the strongest escape method he has mastered so far, and it is not much stronger than the previous A-level lower-grade Daoist Flame Meteor.

  Of course, Xianshu has its own system and cannot be simply compared with Daoshu.

  The Nine Great Immortal Palaces were under pressure for a while in the ancient times, but in the present world, only a few fragmented things have been passed down to the huge immortal system. It wasn't until this time that the lost building Qingyun Pavilion was retrieved and he mastered the Qingyun, Jiang Wang was able to see only scale claws.

  It seems that there is an invisible big hand, erasing everything about the fairy palace.

  Why did the Nine Great Immortal Palaces collapse, by whom, and how did the immortal system disappear...

  The fog of history surges in time.

  Jiang Wang couldn't help but think of the two blood characters that disappeared on the Jishen Tablet-Dao Thief.

  The thief of the Tao is also.

  What kind of things can afford such a title?

  This is frightening and disturbing.

  The blessings and misfortunes mentioned by Ye Lingxiao are not necessarily, is it also related to it?

  For the time being, letting go of thinking about the fairy palace, Jiang Wang lowered his head and glanced at Feng Ming.

  The imprisonment on his body has long been released, but he is still motionless, his eyes are dull, and he does not speak. It seems to be scared silly.

   "Squeak if you don't die." Jiang Wang looked at him and said.

  Feng Ming's eyes were still stagnant for a while, and finally he had a little look, and he seemed to come back to life.

   "Is Qingyun Pavilion gone?" he asked.

   "You can understand that." Jiang Wang said.

  His voice is very cold, not because he doesn't need to hold Feng Ming as Yu Songhai now. It's because now Feng Ming is not qualified to live in lies anymore, he has to face reality.

  Feng Ming moved his eyes with difficulty and looked at Jiang Wang, with hope in his eyes: "My dad... escaped?"

   "When you didn't dare to look at it, his body was boiled." Jiang Wang said.

  This is so cold.

   ignored his begging and rejected his fantasies.

  Drew him into the **** reality from the difficult situation of self-comfort and search for life-saving straw.

  Feng Ming opened his mouth vigorously, probably because he wanted to cry.

  But I couldn't cry.

  He wanted to cry, but it was strange that there were no tears.

  At that time, he was thrown on the open ground, looking helplessly at the fat human demon back and forth.

  He knew that the human demon was throwing corpses into the cauldron to boil them. He stared at the night sky, not daring to look at it.

  His father’s body was boiled at that time...

  As soon as Qingyun Pavilion was attacked, his father judged that the situation was critical and gave him the secret library key to hide, but he went out to deal with the crisis.

  When he was easily caught in the clearing where monks gathered like cattle, he should know that his father was gone.

  But he dare not face it.

   "I took the risk to rescue you, not because I was sad to watch you perform." Jiang Wang said coldly.

  Feng Ming gave Jiang Wang a blank look.

   "Stand up!" Jiang Wang shouted.

  Feng Ming shuddered subconsciously, put his hands on the ground, and finally got up.

  He looked at Jiang Wang pitifully, like a delicate little animal.

  The shady birds, pride, and joy of the past are all gone.

   "Song...Songhai." He shouted tentatively.

  Like a child without self-protection ability, testing the safe environment to touch him.

  Perhaps as Chi Lu said, he was an incompetent waste after losing his father’s shelter.

  But he was once clearly aware of Jiang Wang's purpose, and guessed what Jiang Wang was looking for. He is actually... not stupid, but very smart.

  He is just too fragile.

  Be protected too well and experience too little.

  The squally wind blew away, and the rotten wood was broken.

  Jiang Wang ignored the yelling, and only said: "You begged me to save you, so I saved you. I hope you think about it, why did you survive."

   "I..." Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps because he couldn't find the answer, he finally said, "I thank you very much."

"If you want to thank me, hurry up and show me the value that can thank me. I will wait for you to thank me. If you want revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyun Pavilion are the nine human demons, and they should also have the consciousness of being avenged. ."

  Jiang Wang finished speaking lightly, then turned around.

   Rescue Feng Ming. He has done his best. He is not Chi Lu, and he has no hobby of accepting his son.

   "Songhai!" Feng Ming stopped him: "Where are you... going?"

   "Go where I should go."

  "Can you...take me?" Feng Ming said hesitantly, and then quickly added: "I'll be your follower!"

   "A good sect says that if you don't have it, you won't be there. A good country will die if you say it. This world is so cruel..." Jiang Wang replied, "Are you willing to bring a burden?"

  Feng Ming bit her lip firmly, without saying a word.

  "How old are you?" Jiang Wang asked again.

  This is almost a humiliation. But Feng Ming also had no right not to answer.

   "The virtual age is twenty-one." He said.

   "I remember your father said that when he was 21 years old, he had already opened up three trade routes for Qingyun Pavilion. Think about how you came to get everything you enjoy. Where is the path you should take."

   Jiang Wang said, suddenly remembering something, and then asked: "What month and day is it today?"

  Feng Ming didn’t know what he meant, but still replied: “It seems to be the twenty-eighth day of the first month.”

   Jiang Wang nodded, and walked away.

   is my birthday. he thinks.

  (End of this chapter)