Therefore, he must hold on and grow up quickly so that he can kill his enemies with his own hands and avenge his parents, his relatives, and his people! To achieve this goal, he must plan well and use all the people or things that can be used!
Thinking of this, Feng Moting suddenly remembered the two people he had paid attention to before, Yang Kun and Mo Ning. Mo Ning had not yet passed the tribulation, but Yang Kun had already passed the tribulation! Maybe... maybe he could seek help from Yang Kun and then take revenge!
Feng Moting gritted his teeth and looked with hatred at Huiwu who was plundering the resources of the Feng clan in the record stone.
Then he took his people and left this temporary place without looking back.
In the Yuewu Immortal Sect, Yang Kun always felt that his right eye was twitching violently, as if something bad was about to happen.
Qian Xinxin, who was standing by, saw Yang Kun like this and asked worriedly, "Ah Kun, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Yang Kun smiled and continued to guide Qian Xinxin in his practice, but he still had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Yang Kun..."
When Yang Kun was teaching Qian Xinxin how to practice, a weak voice suddenly sounded, causing Yang Kun to stop unconsciously.
"What's wrong?" Qian Xinxin asked puzzledly.
"It's okay. Just practice on your own first, and call me if you don't understand anything."
"good!"
Qian Xinxin nodded, and then went to practice. Yang Kun walked aside, opened his eyes and looked around, only to find the dying Fei Qinglong and its body covered with wounds.
"Qinglong! What's wrong with you?"
Yang Kun hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to lift it up, but his hand pierced through Qinglong's body and fell short.
This phenomenon made Yang Kun a little stunned. Qinglong had only existed for a few days, so how could it be destroyed so quickly
"What's going on? Did you meet someone powerful when you were seeking revenge?"
Yang Kun asked anxiously. Seeing Qinglong like this, Yang Kun felt sad and worried. However, Qinglong just smiled and comforted Yang Kun: "It's okay, it was just a momentary slip. I didn't expect him to become so powerful."
"Let's stop talking for now. Let me help you heal your injuries. Tell me what you need and I'll see if I have it."
"No need Yang Kun, you can't save me."
Qinglong smiled weakly, but it made Yang Kun even more sad.
"How could that be? You are a divine beast! How could it be possible that..."
"Is he going to die?"
Qinglong smiled, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "Nothing in this world will never die, whether it is a divine beast or a god, they will die. I can live until now and say goodbye to you, which can be regarded as Lantian's love for me."
"I'm really leaving you this time. But Yang Kun, can you promise me one thing?"
"you say."
"I want you to help me kill someone. That person is Huiwu."
"I see."
"Don't worry, I won't let you kill innocent people. That Huiwu is not the real monk Huiwu, but Huiwu's uncle Leng. He took over Huiwu's body. But I guess Huiwu hasn't completely disappeared, so you can take advantage of this."
Qinglong felt that his body was dissipating, so he looked at Yang Kun with some guilt, and then said softly: "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being selfish for the last time."