Chapter 53 Immortal Immortals

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Leaving Chutian, Beiming City, went all the way south and entered the boundary of Ganzhou on this day.

The mountains ahead are surrounded by the towering ancient city of Qinyuan, bathed in the rose-colored sunset, which shows some vicissitudes of life.

Chu Tian walked slowly along the official road to the north gate. He was surprised to see that there were more than 20 wooden stakes erected on both sides of the gate, and there were more than a dozen bloody heads hanging on each pile. It should have happened not long ago.

Under the wooden stake, there are more than 20 big men in purple suit patrolling back and forth with swords, but they are not the officials of the government. Many passers-by watched from afar and pointed at the head on the stake and whispered.

Chu Tiangong gathered his ears and heard an old man in the crowd say, "It's a sin, so many people have died. Qianxuanmen is now ruined.

"Isn't it? Even Wenfu was burned out by the people of Nushan Yunyan Valley - the family is ruined!"

Another young man whispered, "These guys from Yunyan Valley are guarding here, but they don't allow the Wen family to collect the corpses?"

"Qian Xuanmen, the master of Wenmen--"

Chu Tian heard it well and suddenly remembered that Wen Jing had said that she had gone home to visit relatives not long ago, and her father was Wen Tangzhen, the owner of Qianxuanmen in Ganzhou.

His heart sank, and he stared at the head on the stake. He was not secretly relieved when he was sure that Wen Jing was not in it.

At this time, the crowd suddenly had a burst of ** and made concessions on both sides. More than a dozen people in white came from the northwest. Men, women, old and young people were wrapped in black gauze and held blades, and their faces were full of sadness and indignation.

"It was the people from Qianxuanmen who came to grab the head," the crowd burst into exclamation.

Among those men in purple in Yunyan Valley, the middle-aged man named the first smiled ferociously and said, "Okay, the desperate man is coming to the door!" A pair of judges led the crowd to fight.

The two groups of people immediately began to fight, and the officers and soldiers on duty at the gate did not dare to intervene at all.

Suddenly, a young man in white flew from the tower, and his claws fell into the top of a Qianxuanmen teenager's head, and then twisted his wrists and twisted violently. "Kba" crisply broke his neck.

A young woman beside the teenager was furious and waved a knife at the young man in white.

The young man in white flew sideways in the air and let the machete pass, and a wisp of finger wind popped up the young woman's chest.

The young woman lowered her machete and fell to the ground, and her whole body was numb. The meridians were forbidden.

The young man in white smiled and said, "Isn't this Wentang's real daughter-in-law? Today, I took the initiative to send it to my door, but Duan was disrespectful!" He put his arms around the young woman's waist and hands and grabbed her breasts.

A bunch of magnificent swords were born, and the regiment went straight to the back of the white young man.

"Who is it?!" The young man in white was secretly shocked and hurriedly let go of the young woman and turned around and rolled her sleeves to the split blade.

"Wo!" The sword was like a broken bamboo to cut off the sleeve of the young man in white, and the sword blade cut off his left wrist even more vigor!

The young man in white hummed and flew back with his wrists. Only then did he see clearly that the other party was dressed in yellow and was a strange young man.

"My hand - little beast, it's hard to vent my hatred if I don't break your body today!" The young man in white pointed out and sealed the meridians of the injured left wrist, and pulled out a nine-section magic whip from his waist and rolled it to the neck of the teenager in yellow.

The teenager in yellow was not in a hurry and patted her palm in the young woman's vest to unlock her meridians.

Seeing the young man in white swinging the whip, the heavy sword in his hand buzzed down on the nine-section magic whip.

"Bum!" The young man in white stepped back seven steps in his right arm, and the nine-section magic whip rolled back and wrapped his left arm.

The figure of the young man in yellow swayed slightly, so fast that he did not give the other party any chance to breathe. He patted the young man in white on the chest like the wind.

"Karala!" The sternum of the young man in white burst into powder, and a mouthful of blood arrow spewed out as soft as mud.

"Puff, poo!" The young woman felt that she couldn't understand her hatred. She picked up the machete and chop it on the face of the young man in white.

"Ah, Mr. Duan was killed!" A group of men in purple changed color in horror, as if the sky had fallen.

The middle-aged man named the leader shouted harshly, "Bad boy, if you kill the only son of the immortal, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will inevitably die!"

"Isn't it a ginseng immortal?" The young man in yellow shook his head, "I don't know!"

He shook his arm and toss, and the epee in his hand was like a thunderbolt cutting through the sky, whistling and killing the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's whole body was shrouded in a turbulent and majestic sword spirit, as if he had nowhere to escape in the net. He could only wave a pair of judges' pens with all his strength and draw a golden clouds in front of him.

"Ding!" The snow-white sword cut open the light clouds and flew over the middle-aged man.

Blood burst out, and the middle-aged man's head flew high into the sky and was killed on the spot by a sword tycoon!

"Whose only son is this?" The teenager in yellow stopped the epee that flew back, glanced at the men in purple with sharp eyes and asked coldly.

No one dares to answer. The man in purple, who was still domineering at the previous moment, was full of panic on his face and completely lost the courage to fight with the young man in yellow.

"Kill--" More than a dozen people from Qianxuanmen shouted loudly, raised their revenge knives and guns to kill the man in purple.

The man in purple dared not make any more resistance, and ran away to the northeast with his head in his arms.

The disciples of Qianxuanmen took advantage of the victory to chase and kill, and only one or two men in purple who ran fast escaped.

The young woman who was rescued from humiliation by the young man in yellow came to him. Her bleak eyes were red and swollen, she said, "Thank you for your righteous help. Please tell me your name so that I can repay you in the future."

"My surname is Chu, and I'm a friend of Wenjing." The teenager in yellow replied.

"The cheap concubine Wu Linyin is Wenjing's sister-in-law." The young woman Qi Ran smiled and said, "If Mr. Chu arrives a day earlier, maybe he can meet the girl Wenjing."

Chu Tian was stunned and suddenly felt ominous in his heart: "What's wrong with Wen Jing?"

Wu Linyin's tears came out of her eyes and she choked, "She was abducted by the immortal! In order to save her, my father-in-law also died tragically under the Thunderbolt of the knife spring of the owner of Yunyan Valley!"

As he spoke, there was a white-haired Qianxuanmen old man next to him holding a head wrapped in a white cloth and tremblingly sent it to Wu Linyin and said, "Young lady, this is the young master..." Before his voice fell, he was already in tears.

Wu Linyin couldn't help but hold up her husband's head and cry loudly. For a while, the sound of crying made the hearers heartbroken.

Chu Tian's eyes turned slightly red. He couldn't help thinking of his parents and his home destroyed by the thunderstorms of the nine prisons.

There are always tragedies in the world. Has the Heavenly Way ever punished the evil and protected the good?

However, where is the sky and what does it mean, but who knows?

After a while, Wu Linyin's sad voice was slightly closed. Chu Tian asked, "Young lady, how can I get to Yunyan Valley?"

Wu Linyin wiped away her tears with her sleeves and said, "Mr. Chu wants to save Wen Jing? I'm afraid..."

Chu Tian saw that she wanted to stop talking and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Wu Linyin said, "Now that there are old ginseng immortals in Yunyan Valley, and the prince's singleness is unpredictable. I heard that the old demon is one of the eight immortals in the Southern Wuxian Mansion. He has profound cultivation and vast magical power, and his temperament is vicious and must be rewarded. The prince just killed his son, and he can't take the initiative to send him to his door!"

Chu Tian understood that Wu Linyin advised himself out of good intentions, but Wen Jing fell into the claws and couldn't help it. What's more, there was no word "fear" in the word he had recognized since he was a child.

The white-haired old man next to him also sighed, "Our Qianxuanmen and Yunyan Valley were originally listed as the two magic gates of Qinyuan Mansion. For decades, no one can beat anyone in the open and dark. However, since the Shaogu Lord of Yunyan Valley turned to Nan Wuxianfu as a registered disciple of immortals three years ago, the days of Qianxuanmen have become more and more sad.

"The Lord Wen was worried that Yunyan Valley would bully others, so he also wanted to send Wenjing's girl to Beiming Shenfu as an outer disciple, but in the end, he failed to do so. This time, Fengdaoquan became more and more arrogant. Unexpectedly, an ultimatum asked us to merge Qianxuanmen into Yunyan Valley before the end of the year, otherwise the door would be full of blood.

The white-haired old man continued, "The master of Wenmen is like a fire, and he cut off the ears of the messenger of Yunyan Valley on the spot and drove him out. Unexpectedly, last night, the immortals led the people of Yunyan Valley to the door and slaughtered more than 100 people in our Qianxuanmen, and even the women and children refused to let go..."

"God is watching when people do things!" Chu Tian patted the white-haired old man's twitching shoulder to comfort him: "Please draw a map of Yunyan Valley - if God doesn't give justice, I'll give it to you!"

Wu Linyin said with tears in his eyes, "Mr. Chu, we have received your kindness. But it's not a ginseng fairy--"

"Give me the map." Chu Tian was resolute and there was no room for discussion.

The white-haired old man looked at Wu Linyin and nodded, "Then please Mr. Chu!"

He picked up a dead branch and drew a map on the mud, and said the address of the people of Qianxuanmen hiding at present.

Chu Tian remembered it carefully, stretched out his foot to erase the map and said, "When I save Wenjing, I will come to you."

" Mr. Chu!" Wu Linyin bowed his knees and knelt down to Chu Tian and thanked him, "Whether you can save Wenjing or not, we Qianxuanmen will always feel your great kindness!"

Chu Tian hurriedly reached out and picked up Wu Linyin and said, "What are you doing? Wenjing and I are friends. It's natural to save her!"

The white-haired old man and Wu Linyin quietly looked at each other and asked, "Is Mr. Chu a disciple of the Northern Underworld?"

Chu Tian nod his head and said, "That's right."

Wu Linyin "slighted to realize", and a bleak face showed a smile and said, "Wenjing is practicing alone in the divine palace. If she is loved by Mr. Chu, it is really her blessing!"

Chu Tian was stunned and knew that Wu Linyin and the white-haired old man wanted to make a turn. He didn't explain, and he knew that many times this kind of thing would only get worse and worse. Now he said without saying, "Sentwell!"

He turned around and looked at the more than a dozen survivors of Qianxuanmen. Dantian raised his body and flew to the northeast, and gradually disappeared in the eyes of everyone in the twilight.