The Thunder Ding Lightning in Meng Hao's hand suddenly dazzled, and amidst the thunderous roar, Yi Jian Zongjian's old face changed drastically, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. Without hesitation, he squeezed Chen Fansheng under his palm into the sky. In the spirit, threatened Meng Hao with this injury.
But his hand, almost just now, came out of an astonishing force from under his palm, as if what he was pinching was not flesh and blood, but a red soldering iron, the force of the counter shock, and what came from the palm of his hand The feeling of acupuncture surprised the sword boss.
At the same time, he was shocked to discover that the place where Meng Hao he had been staring at, unexpectedly... Meng Hao disappeared, and Chen Fan's figure appeared there.
Old Jian squeaked in his heart, and when he lowered his head, he immediately saw that the one held by his right hand was actually Meng Hao!
He was stunned for a moment, then his scalp numb, his body galloped back, almost lost his soul.
"What kind of supernatural power is this!!!" Old Jian was completely shocked by this scene. In a panic, he bit through the tip of his tongue and spewed blood, making the speed of escape speed up again.
"Want to leave?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously, his left hand raised and pointed forward, and the Years Wooden Sword beside the second deity buzzed, and the moment came, no matter how fast the old sword was, it would not be faster than the Years Wooden Sword. .
In the blink of an eye, the sword came booming. Before it was approaching, the years and time distorted the emptiness. The old Jian’s body withered rapidly, and when he screamed in horror, it was the wooden sword of that time. There was a flash of penetration on his head.
Kill with one sword!
Clean and neat, without any muddy water, directly let this sword old, the body withered and the soul died, when the body fell, it was like thousands of years have passed through the years, and it was directly turned into fly ash.
There is no trace of existence anymore, completely... death.
One Sword Sect and the other two Spirit Slashers, as well as the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples, were chillingly shocked. When their faces were pale, the two Spirit Slashers and one Ji Ling immediately bowed down to Meng Hao.
"I am willing to return to the Blood Demon Sect and pay respect to Shao Zong!"
"Farewell to Shaozong!" The disciples of Yi Jianzong hurriedly bowed to Meng Hao in the shock of their minds, their voices trembled, but the Qiqi words of tens of thousands of people still formed a sound wave, echoing all around.
Meng Hao didn't speak, turned his head to look at Chen Fan, looking at Chen Fan with a sad face at this moment, as if he didn't have much nostalgia for life, living in pain, and wanting to be relieved.
Meng Hao’s heart pierced. The big brother in his memory was not like this. He was seeking the truth with all his heart and ambition. Although there was some pedantry, he could stand in front of him and cover himself at any time. The hero of the wind and rain.
In his eyes, Meng Hao will always be the younger brother of the year, and he will always be the younger brother who needs his care after the sect is absent, and even considers lifelong major events.
"Brother..." Meng Hao said softly.
Chen Fan was silent for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked at Meng Hao, and grinned reluctantly.
"Little brother, you've grown up... I'm relieved here... Do you have time, if you have, let me drink and drink with my brother."
Meng Hao nodded immediately, the disciples of the First Sword Sect, as well as the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect, withdrew from here one after another while Meng Hao waved their hands, surrounded outside the First Sword Sect, waiting cross-legged.
The entire One Sword Sect is now silent, only Meng Hao and Chen Fan, on the top of the mountain not far away, under the strange rock, Chen Fan took out the flask and handed it to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao had complicated eyes, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only take a big sip after taking it.
The wine was very strong, and after entering the mouth, it seemed to burn in the body.
"She is your sister-in-law." Chen Fan murmured while looking at Shanshi.
Meng Hao was silent.
"We promised that the fairy road is rugged, it is better to be with you for a lifetime."
"She has fallen asleep, maybe she will not wake up in this life, or maybe she will wake up... I will stay here and stay with her. That is our promise."
"I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry his old man..." Chen Fan said, crying, and a middle-aged man who looked like an old man, in front of Meng Hao, had more and more tears.
He seldom cried. When Shan Ling was captured, he did not cry. When Shan Ling was willing to fall asleep, he had tears in his heart and couldn't cry. He cried for the first time when Master accepted the punishment on his behalf.
When Master died, he cried a second time.
Now, seeing Meng Hao, he shed tears for the third time.
"Brother..." Meng Hao opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and fell silent again, but there was a touch of persistence in his eyes, and his right hand was suddenly raised, and a drop of blood gradually condensed in his hand.
The aggregation of blood made Meng Hao's complexion pale. The blood was shining, and Chen Fan was startled. Then, as if he had realized something, he immediately got up and backed away with a stern expression on his face.
"Little Junior Brother, what are you doing, stop immediately!"
"Brother, I can't help you. The only thing that can help you is to restore your cultivation base and increase your lifespan, so that... you can have more time to accompany your Taoist companion. "Meng Hao took a deep breath, suddenly raised his right hand, and under one finger, the drop of blood containing his life fell on Chen Fan's eyebrows in an instant.
Suddenly merged into it, Chen Fan's body shook. At this instant, the broken Nascent Infant fragments in his body seemed to reappear after reversing time. After absorbing this drop of blood, these fragments suddenly reunited together.
This drop of blood is not only the life of Meng Hao, but also the power of his eternal realm, and it is this power that can restore Chen Fan's cultivation base.
But for Meng Hao, this kind of life-bearing blood can only condense a few drops in his life. Once there are more, his eternity will disappear.
But Chen Fan was his big brother. The friendship and scenes of memories made Meng Hao do this without any hesitation. On the contrary, if he didn't do it, he... would not be Meng Hao.
Chen Fan's body trembled, and when a mouthful of black blood spurted out after a while, Yuan Ying appeared in his body instantly, and his whole body's cultivation broke out suddenly, and his black and white hair turned into black hair in a blink of an eye.
The old face also regained its heroic posture at this moment, and it seemed that he was no longer an old man, but turned into a middle-aged man, and even more aura was looming on him.
This is what Chen Fan looked like in Meng Hao's memory.
"Little brother, you..." Chen Fan stared at Meng Hao blankly.
"Brother, stop mentioning this matter, you are my senior..." Meng Hao said softly.
Chen Fan was silent, nodded slowly for a long time, took out the hip flask, and took a mouthful with Meng Hao under the rock.
The sky gradually darkened until the bright moon hung high, and until the early morning sun raised his head, Meng Hao took the initiative to find a topic, and recalled with Chen Fan the past patrons, the southern regions of the past, and the beautiful scenes.
When the first sun rose completely, Meng Hao stood up.
"Brother, I'm leaving... If you are tired here, you can take your sister-in-law to the Blood Demon Sect." Meng Hao looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was silent and looked up at the rock, vaguely as if he could see the woman with her eyes closed in the rock.
"You have grown up, brother is getting old..."
"You don't care about me, go your way... I have my way too, I will stay with her here until the day I close my eyes."
"If that day arrives, my younger brother... will bury me here, sunrise and sunset, the world will grow old, if there is an afterlife... I will find it here, one life and one life... waiting for the day when she wakes up." Chen Fan whispered and turned. When he turned his head, he looked at Meng Hao deeply.
"Little brother... take care, brother has no abilities, what I can do... is to pray for you silently, I hope you all the way... Qingyun!"
Meng Hao had a complex expression, staring at Chen Fan in a daze, with an unspeakable feeling in his heart. He would never forget the figure in the sect that asked the question, and he would never forget to stand in front of him and protect himself. From the back, let alone forget... The brother who is standing there now, whispering.
"Brother...Take care." Meng Hao murmured softly, clasped his fists and bowed deeply, turned around, and left with a light sigh from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Fan sat down cross-legged in silence, looking up at Meng Hao's departure.
"Ling'er, he is my junior, and in my heart, he is also my relative... I don't have many relatives, one is him, one is senior sister Xu, and the only two of them are."
"If you are still alive, join me in praying for them..."
Meng Hao flew out of a sword sect, and as soon as he appeared, the disciples of the sword sect and the blood demon cultivator outside immediately all stood up with respectful expressions.
"Hand over a ray of your soul, swear a blood oath, and then you will stay here and become one of the sub-heads of my blood demon sect! Everything is as usual, but the jade slips of your sect, the classics, the inheritance All things must be handed over."
"From then on, there is no sword sect in the Southern Territory, only the blood demon branch sect!"
"Under the rock on the top of the mountain, Chen Fan is my brother. No one can step into the mountain where he is. No one can disobey the slightest bit of his will." Meng Hao glanced over the Yi Jianzong group and slowly spoke.
The disciples of the sword sect, one by one bowed their heads and said yes. From the time they chose to return, they had made such preparations. Then one by one sent out the swearing souls. After being sorted by the blood demon sect, they turned into soul jade and handed them to Meng Hao. , Immediately afterwards, he sorted out magic weapons and ancient books and emptied the treasure house of Jianzong.
All the inheritance of the sect was taken away, and some disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were stationed here, and then...
Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and immediately led the blood demon sect and left, whizzing away.
Goal... Jin Hanzong!
And his second deity disappeared ahead of time while taking a step at this moment, and was arranged by Meng Hao to go to other places.