Chapter 3 Old People Gather

The name, like three bombs, suddenly exploded in Zhang Ziguang's mind and took a deep breath. He slowly asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Yunkong shook his head and sighed, "Actually, I also think it's just a little divine. After all, the characters in the portrait are a little distorted."

After taking a breath, Zhang Ziguang slowly turned around and continued to walk in the direction of his residence. This trip, first eavesdropped and then met Jiang Yuexia, which he most wanted to meet. Finally, he was inexplicably taught by a mysterious woman in white, which was terrible.

However, at the moment he turned around, a familiar figure suddenly appeared behind him. She was first shocked and then instinctively dodged her eyes.

Zhang Ziguang seemed to feel the breath of the rear and subconsciously turned around.

Four eyes are facing each other, speechless! My heart was throbbing slightly, and I don't know what touched me.

He smiled faintly, then waved his hand and walked along his road, as if he was no longer nostalgic!

Yunkong scratched the back of his head, smiled awkwardly, stepped forward and said, "It turns out that Sister Jiang has also come, hehe, it must also be for the eight-legged strange thing. Brother Zhang and I were also ordered to come to visit secretly."

Jiang Yuexia smiled lightly, but with astringency and reluctance in her smile. She saluted slightly and said, "Brother Yunkong, it's a pleasure to meet the leader of the East China Sea League. Since you also have something to do, it's inconvenient for me to interrupt. Say goodbye!" With that, she turned around and left, with two backs walking on two different streets.

Looking at this scene, Yunkong couldn't help sighing.

Autumn Moon Valley, in the secret room.

Jiang Feng stood there, took a deep breath, and then lined up three fairy weapons in front of him. His lips squirmed and gently recited the formula. The dark red halo lit up, and countless mysterious blue characters flew in the secret room, floating lightly in the air.

In front of the fairy weapon, the faint blue flame light is a little dim, and a violent momentum is erupting, like a beast that has been suppressed for thousands of years, which is about to break out after a difficult battle of trapped beasts.

The speed of Jiang Feng's spell accelerated, and the dark red halo became stronger and stronger, wrapping the blue flame tightly. A violent energy swept away in the secret room, and cracks appeared on the strong wall.

Jiang Feng's face did not change color and ignored the destruction of the secret room at all. Instead, his hands kept tying the magic seal, stimulating energy and allowing sweat to fall from his forehead.

In that red halo, the ice-blue flame seemed to be swallowed up, getting smaller and smaller, and finally as small as one hydrangea.

Suddenly, there was a tearing sound from the space, the airflow in the secret room was disrupted, the violent factors in the air became heavier and heavier, and the blue in the red light had disappeared, replaced by a dark purple aperture.

From this aperture, ripples emitted and spread outward. Wherever the ripples reach, the red light was replaced by purple light. About an hour later, the domineering purple light replaced the position of red light and occupied the whole secret room.

Jiang Feng looked happy and whispered to himself excitedly, "The ancestors are really powerful, and they can absorb the energy of the artifact soon after recovery."

Suddenly, the purple light in the secret room began to surge as if it had received some stimulation, and then gathered together crazily, and a purple beam of light rose to the sky with the sound of breaking through the sky!

At this moment, Jiang Feng's face has also been reflected in purple. He looked up at the purple light straight up to the sky with a respectful face. At this moment, in the center of the beam of light, a person slowly came out, with snow-white silver hair scattered on his shoulders, and his face was an extremely young and handsome young face, with a height The bridge of the nose and the eyes as bright as stars.

Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieving his nervousness and excitement. Immediately, he knelt down and said, "Jiang Feng respectfully welcomes his ancestors out of the mountain!"

The white-haired man is Jiangchuan, who has been trapped in the flames for thousands of years. He took a look at Jiang Feng and smiled proudly and said, "Ha ha, Yuner, don't be polite. In the future, you just need to help me at ease and create the great cause of Qiuyue Valley." With that, he turned his back and suddenly opened his mouth. The purple beam of light behind him seemed to receive a huge suction, accompanied by a huge roar, swarmed into his mouth.

"Wow..." After inhaling the whole beam of light, Jiangchuan twisted his neck with satisfaction, while Jiang Feng was stunned. You know, this purple beam of light is the energy of the three artifacts, the energy of the ice-blue flame, and Jiang Chuan's own energy fusion and spilled, swallowed this energy into his stomach, and it was not right. What a strong absorption capacity is needed to cause any damage to the body.

Jiangchuan's face was ruddy, with a vague smile, and he said, "Yun'er, let's go and accompany me to Qiuyue Valley for a walk. After so many years, I don't know how Qiuyue Valley is now?"

Jiang Feng responded respectfully and led Jiangchuan out of the secret room. At the moment they left, the building where the secret room was located collapsed.

Autumn Moon Valley, as the name implies, is a deep valley. Here, the four seasons are like autumn, as sad as autumn, and as bleak as autumn.

On the road covered with fallen leaves, the sound of stepping on the fallen leaves echoed in his ears. Jiang Chuan looked at everything mottled by the vicissitudes of time, and a sense of sadness flashed through his eyes.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and Jiang Feng also stopped and looked around in surprise. Nearby, there was only a withered tree standing alone, looking particularly cold.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Chuan beside him and asked strangely.

Jiang Chuan waved his hand gently and walked into the dead wood step by step. His white hands stroked the withered bark, as if he were immersed in the past years.

"Hundreds of years!" Jiang Chuan sighed, "In those years, before the war with Zhang Yunjie, it was my wife's birthday. I planted this tree with her as a token of love." Jiang Feng looked serious and listened carefully.

"Later, as time went by, I actually killed my beloved with my own hands..." It seemed that he was talking to himself and muttered. His eyes were a little blurred, and he kept looking at the dead wood, as if he was looking at his beloved affectionately.

Suddenly, the root of the withered tree moved quietly. Jiangchuan and Jiang Feng were shocked when they saw it. Jiangchuan frowned and suddenly stepped back a few steps. His fingers trembled, pointed to the tree and said, "You...you...you are not dead?"

Jiang Feng was confused and hurried forward to hold him and asked, "Ancestor, what's wrong?"

"Regress!" Jiang Chuan's tone was harsh and ordered.

Although Jiang Feng was puzzled, he was deterred by the majesty of his ancestors and had to retreat.

The old tree was shrouded in a white gas, and a human face appeared at the top of the gas.

"Jiang Chuan, I knew you would come back to life." The face said.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan's face was already a little purple. He stared at the white fog in front of him, and his lips trembled. After a long time, he said, "Zhang Yunjie, you are still alive!"

Jiang Feng's heart was shocked. The face shrouded in fog turned out to be their great enemy Zhang Yunjie.

Zhang Yunjie exhaled and said slowly, "This is just my soul. I know that once you recover, you will definitely come under this tree."

Jiangchuan's face was pale, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "How dare you come to see me? Humph, today, I will destroy your soul to relieve my hatred." With that, a purple blade of light appeared in his palm.

Zhang Yunjie's face did not change at all, but said lightly, "I admit that it's my fault to transfer the poison to you. Here, I apologize to you."

Jiang Chuan's body suddenly loosened, laughing instead of anger, like crazy, constantly clapping his hands and saying, "Haha, OK! OK! Do you know how much I have suffered over the years? Ha ha, what's the use of apologizing now?

Zhang Yunjie shook his head gently and smiled

said, "I also know that you won't forgive me easily, so I left this soul to let you exterminate your anger." With that, he closed his eyes gently.

"Good! OK!" Jiangchuan's face was ferocious, with one hand turned into a knife and appeared in his palm with a purple flame. He raised his hand above his head and chop it down with a roar through the air and endless hatred.

However, I don't know where it came from, shooting a golden light, intercepting Jiang Chuan's must-kill blow in the air.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Chuan, two cold eyes looked in the direction of the golden light, and a man with a golden mask came out of the dense forest. A familiar voice shocked Jiang Feng in a cold sweat: "Don't hurt my ancestors!"

Jiang Feng settled down and looked at the uninvited guest by himself. He could hardly believe his eyes. Apart from the golden mask on his face, this figure and temperament were very similar to the young man who dominated the wind and rain 17 years ago.

Jiang Feng changed slightly and asked coldly, "Who are you? How can you appear in my Autumn Moon Valley?"

Jiang Chuan also stared at the man, with murderous intent in his cold eyes.

The masked man snorted coldly and said, "Do you remember this face? Ha ha, didn't you want to kill me 17 years ago?

With that, the man slowly took off the golden mask on his face.

That face, sword eyebrows, heroic hair, the slightly upturned corners of his mouth always seemed to smile, and the autumn wind danced his black robe.

Jiang Feng's face changed, and then covered with a layer of frost.

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