The monster with green face and fangs, with black energy lingering all over his body, with a pair of black wings on his back, is huge, and the sharp corners on his head almost burst the roof.
But before it could fully reveal its shape, Wen Xuan's flying sword had already slashed onto its body.
The monster was in pain, roaring, and the giant palm shot towards Wenxuan.
Wenxuan did not evade, took offense as defense, and the flying sword danced into a whirlwind, churning out the giant palm, causing it to disperse into wisps of demonic energy again.
"Who—" The monster was stunned and couldn't help but take a step back and asked aloud.
When Wenxuan destroyed the wood carving before, it clearly felt that it was just a little bit less than Ning Yuan's cultivation, so he asked him to come. As a result, Wenxuan struck again with two moves, and his cultivation level climbed even higher with each move.
Wenxuan only sneered when he heard his question, but didn't bother to answer a word. The flying sword in his hand continued to attack, pressing hard step by step.
After all, the strength of the monster was depleted because of this teleportation, and only 70% remained, and it was suddenly unstoppable.
"Which sect is it—" It had to guess on its own while dodging in a hurry. Halfway through guessing, it suddenly saw the simple figure behind Wenxuan, and immediately recognized it, and a huge wave was set off in its heart.
The demonic energy that Zhao Feiyu used to cover up on the simple body had long since dissipated. At the same time when the monster was shocked by this, Wen Xuan was already slashing with a sword, and it was already completely the power of the condensed Yuan period, and it was easy to destroy the half of the black wings behind it.
In such a situation, the monster immediately thought that it was a trick. It lost its fighting spirit, and quickly wrapped itself with the remaining half of its black wings, and it was about to break through the door and escape.
The wood carvings in this room have been destroyed, and the magic in the wood carvings has dissipated. But there are as many wooden carvings as there are in Jiufeng City. As long as it finds one, it will be an easy task to escape. As for the current loss, it will not be too late after the strength recovers.
It is easy to see its plan, how can it succeed
Just as the monster rushed to the exit, Jian Jian put the baby in his arms on the ground, and decisively ordered Feijian to stop him there.
The monster hit the simple flying sword like this, and its figure was blocked.
Jian Jian was hit by the force of this condensed Yuan period, and his eyes were filled with gold stars, his spiritual energy was surging, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed.
And Wenxuan's blade had already caught up. The magic sword embryo wrapped around his body, the spiritual energy that had been forcibly raised to the top, brought a thunderous momentum, and slashed down to the monster.
The monster let out a final roar, which was so tragic that it made people's ears go numb.
"Is it done?" Jian Yi asked anxiously with blood in his mouth.
Just under this question, the monsters shattered open layer by layer from beginning to end, and the fragments turned into black magic energy one by one, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth.
The wood carving, which had already been split into two, also made a sound at the same moment and turned into powder.
Just like the wood carvings in this room, every household in Jiufeng City made such an abrupt loud noise. Many people were awakened from their sleep, and when they opened their eyes, they saw that the woodcarving of the Immortal Monarch of Fortune and Misfortune at home had turned into a pile of debris, and they were immediately panicked.
"It's done." Jian Yi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. It was the first time he had seen Wen Xuan so messed up, and he was scared half of his life.
Fortunately, in the end, it is done.
Yi Jian stabilized the aura still surging in his body and eased his injury.
"Senior brother! Why are you doing this..." Then he turned around and was about to complain, but what he saw almost scared his soul away.
Wenxuan had long lost his strength to stand, his back was leaning against the wall, and there was no blood on the exposed skin, only the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, dyeing his lips a deep red. With a pale face, it was very dazzling.
What was even more frightening was that the spiritual energy in his body descended little by little from the height he was forcibly pulled up, and it actually fell lower than he should have been. Go to Qi Refining.
"Senior brother!" Jian Yi rushed to Wenxuan's side.
Wen Xuan glanced at him and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But when those lips opened, the blood in the throat was like opening a water valve, and a lot of blood flowed out.
Jian Jian quickly grabbed Wenxuan's wrist tightly, poked his spiritual energy into it, and straightened out the chaotic riot in Wenxuan's body. Gradually, his forehead and nose were covered with sweat, and his face was covered with sweat.
Wen Xuan's eyes fell on his face, he didn't say a word, just watched quietly.
After a long time, the chaotic inspiration in Wen Xuan's body calmed down a little. Jian Jian didn't know how much his efforts had played a role. After all, the impact of the secret technique would have gradually improved over time.
In short, seeing Wen Xuan's improvement, Jian Yi felt a lot more at ease, like a boulder falling to the ground.
He let go of Wen Xuan's wrist, only to realize that his hands were shaking.
"Senior brother!" he complained again, "how can you be so messy!"
Wen Xuan couldn't help laughing, "You also have times when you complain about others messing around."
Jian Yi was immediately blocked and speechless. That's right, he used to mess around a lot, and now he can feel Wenxuan's original feeling.
Wen Xuan smiled so gently, but the smile disappeared immediately. He pursed his lips, took his eyes away from Jian Jian's face, and said lightly, "Junior Brother Jian, if you weren't there today, the monster would probably escape. Thank you."
This thank you was weird, after all, it was Jian Jian who had a grudge against that monster. Although Wenxuan is in chaos now, in the final analysis, it is he who avenged Jian Jian, and there is no reason for him to be thankful for Jian Jian.
Unless, in Wen Xuan's heart, the reason why he took action to get rid of the monster was only for the original owner, and it had nothing to do with the simplicity in front of him.
Jian Yi realized this, and his face suddenly became ugly. He wanted to explain something, but didn't know how to explain it.
Wen Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up forcibly. As soon as his body left the wall, he suddenly staggered forward, obviously still not stable at all.
Jian Yi quickly supported Wen Xuan's shoulder.
Wen Xuan pushed him away.
Jian Jian took a step back before standing up, looking at his hands holding the air, at a loss.
"Junior Brother Jian." Wen Xuan supported with his flying sword, "Junior Brother Jian... Tell me honestly, should I still call you Junior Brother Jian?"
Jian Yi raised his head and met his gaze with a flustered face, "Senior brother, what do you mean?"
"I should have asked you." Wen Xuan reluctantly took a step forward and stood in front of Jian Jian, "Who are you? Why are you..."
He didn't say all of his questions, interrupting him with a cry of a baby.
The child was simply put on the ground before, maybe he felt that the ground was too cold and started to cry.
Wenxuan turned his toes and wanted to walk over.
Jian Yi rushed ahead of him, picked up the child from the ground, and held it in his arms again.
However... Wenxuan just messed around when he handed the child over to him before, when he saw the way he held the child, he felt appalling. I saw that the child was crooked in Yi Jian's arms, and his head was down, and he almost slipped out of the swaddle, and he couldn't help crying even more. Jian Yi was still at a loss, not knowing how to appease this little ancestor.
"You..." Wen Xuan couldn't help reminding, "That's not how you hug."
It was only then that Jian Jian realized that he was in a hurry, and he turned the child upside down and changed several positions. As a result, the child just cried louder.
Wenxuan turned his gaze away, unable to bear it any longer.
The simple toss made his hands sore, and his heart was anxious again. He wanted to learn to put the child on tiptoe like he had seen before, but he accidentally tiptoed too much, and the child suddenly let go and fell to the ground.
Wenxuan was about to use his spiritual energy to pick it up, but Jian Jian caught it with his spiritual energy.
Afterwards, Jian Jian probably found that the aura was much easier to use than his hands, so he simply put the child on the aura, and controlled the aura to gently swing around, like a cradle, trying to coax the child to sleep.
While doing these things, Jian Yi kept biting his lips tightly.
As the child continued to cry, his own eyes gradually turned red, and his cheeks were even more blush, as if he had suffered some great grievance. It wasn't until a long time later that the aura cradle actually worked, and the child's cry was much less loud. The blush on Jian Jian's cheeks disappeared, but the corners of his eyes still had a little redness.
Oh, he's still aggrieved.
Part of this grievance stemmed from indignation that he couldn't even do this well, and more from Wenxuan's previous resistance and questioning. Wenxuan could see it, of course he could. After all, they got along almost every day since they met, and Wen Xuan could see what each of Jian's expressions represented.
Wen Xuan silently walked to Jian Jian's side, stretched out a hand, lingered over Jian Jian's shoulder for a while, then hesitantly clenched into a fist and retracted to his side.
It was still raining heavily outside, and there was an occasional rumbling of thunder.
The child finally fell asleep, and Jian Jian couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. He found a soft cushion and was about to put the child on it, but suddenly pricked up his ears and found that there were many people around him.
But it was those people from Jiufeng City who noticed that the wooden sculpture of Immortal Monarch of Fortune and Misfortune suddenly shattered in the house. They gathered together in panic and planned to ask Lady Qin.
"Senior brother," said Jian Yi hurriedly, "let's go."
"Why are you leaving?" Wen Xuan asked.
Simple stunned.
"Some facts should be clarified, and some people shouldn't always bear the undeserved notoriety." After Wen Xuan finished speaking, he walked straight to the gate with his sword and waited for the approaching crowd.
Jian had no choice but to pick up the child again and follow Wen Xuan.
It took a long time to hold this hug, and by the time Yijian went out, the people from Jiufeng City had already gathered over, surrounding Wenxuan in the middle, and one or two were surprised.
"Xianchang?"
"Why is this Immortal Chief here?"
"Where's Miss Qin?"
"Wait, do you feel the smell of blood?"
Wenxuan's calm gaze swept across everyone's faces, "Miss Qin and his wife joined the demon cultivator, killing the younger brother's family, and spreading the strange disease throughout Jiufeng City. Before you came, these two had already been put to death. "
"what?"
This fact is too shocking, and everyone is stunned. Before they could react, Jian Yi got out of the room and stood behind Wen Xuan.
As soon as Jian Yi showed his face, many people recognized it, and the crowd was immediately excited.
After all, the concept that simplicity leads to disaster is deeply ingrained in the minds of this group of people, and Wen Xuan's unfounded statement is not enough to convince them that it was Mrs. Qin who did it.
Wenxuan didn't talk nonsense with them, and took out a gramophone from his arms. This gramophone is similar to the gramophone, except that it cannot leave an image, but a sound.
As soon as the gramophone was displayed, the sins that Mrs. Qin had admitted to herself before were clearly transmitted to the ears of the many people in front of them.
When Wenxuan watched from behind the door, he recorded the conversation in the house. From Mrs. Qin telling her motives why she wanted to kill her younger brother, to what she did to her own nephew, what kind of situation she set up, and then to the questions Wenxuan asked when she came forward. Everything is clear and clear.
"The Immortal Monarch of Fortune and Misfortune is a monster, do you know that?"
"Yes... I do know."
Just after these two lines of dialogue, the mana of the gramophone dissipated and disappeared into the air.
Although everyone had heard it clearly, there was no reaction for a long time, and it was obviously difficult to digest.
After a while, some people reacted, and there was a noisy argument.
"Really? All of them are Lady Qin..."
"I'll just say it! The rumor of the disaster star is nonsense, but since there are so many people who believe it, it's ridiculous!"
"No, this must not be true. How could such a good lady Qin do such a thing?"
"Yeah, it's just a sound. Who can guarantee that it's not fake? Even if it's true, it might be Mrs. Qin who was persecuted!"
"Come on, that woman is not a good person at first sight. It's a shame that you have believed in it for so long. There are some high-sounding reasons. In fact, it is nothing more than just looking at the beautiful woman."
"Then what happened to this disaster star, isn't he dead?"
Wenxuan listened to these whispered arguments, but ignored them and walked out with Jian Jian. After all, they were two monks who built foundations. No matter what everyone thought in their hearts, no one dared to stop them.
The heavy rain still fell, and the simple magic covered the baby in his arms and followed him firmly.
Wen Xuan, however, didn't care about the rain at all, just like it was drenched in the rain, he walked all the way until he left everyone behind. Then he moved into an inn, paid for the spirit stone, and asked for two rooms.
He pushed open the door of one of the rooms, walked in, turned around and said, "Just put this child here."
Simple nodded, followed behind and walked in, took out the cushion and spread it on the table, and put the child away.
After doing this, he raised his head and gave Wen Xuan a pitiful look. But Wenxuan's expression was indifferent, he didn't speak, and just met his gaze. Jian Yi couldn't help but looked back, pushed open the door in despair, and planned to go to another room next door.
But at this moment, Wen Xuan suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The simple heart beat and turned around. His gaze at Wen Xuan made his heart skip a beat, and he didn't know if he was nervous or looking forward to it.
In contrast, Wenxuan's emotions were deeply hidden and could not be easily figured out. But at this time, the strength of his simple wrist was very heavy.
The rain slid down his wet hair, dripping.
"Junior Brother Jian," Wen Xuan said, "When are you going to answer my question?"
"Do you have to answer?" Jian Yi took a deep breath, "No matter who I am, isn't it me that you have always known?"
"Yes." Wen Xuan nodded, "I thought about it just now."
"Then..."
"But," Wen Xuan said, "I still don't know who you are."
"Why do you have to know? Is this question important?" Jian Jian's face turned pale and his teeth chattered, "Senior brother, no matter who I am, I will definitely stand by your side, and I will definitely help you. Yes, I will always help you. Yes, no matter what, our relationship will not change. Senior brother, I treat you... "
Jian Yi was about to say a confession, but at this moment, Wen Xuan let go of his hand.
The unspoken words were stuck in the simple throat, and they were blocked.
"Why?" Wen Xuan said, "You don't even want to tell me who you are, why should I believe your words?"
"Senior brother," Jian Yi's heart froze, "are you doubting me again?"
Hearing this, Wen Xuan's expression changed subtly, with a sarcastic smile, "What do you think?"
Jian Jian took a step back, his face pale.
He clenched his trembling fist tightly, "Senior brother, don't do this. I said, I said everything. Actually, I..."
"Even if you are willing to reveal your identity now," Wen Xuan interrupted him, "You lied to me for so long, and now you are so reluctant. How can I know that what you are saying now is the truth. of?"
Jian Yi raised his head in amazement and looked at Wen Xuan. At this moment, the simple heart is completely cold, and only then does he really know what it is like to fall into an ice cave.
Lightning flashed outside the window again, and the electric light imprinted Wenxuan's shadow on Jian Yi. Then Wenxuan asked those four words again, "What do you think?"
Can't answer easily.
Wen Xuan did not wait for him to answer.
At the same time as the thunder following this lightning burst, Wen Xuan stretched out his hand to hold Jian Jian's shoulder, and very suddenly and extremely forcefully, he embraced Jian Jian in his arms.
"Junior Brother Jian, tell me, tell me." He seemed to be asking Jian Jian, and also seemed to be talking to himself, "Should I believe you?"
The clothes wet by the rain suddenly stuck to his body, and he was easily shaken by the ice. But the coldness soon faded away, and Wenxuan's body temperature penetrated through the wet clothes, and it was warm and warm. At the same time, Wen Xuan's body trembled slightly.
Wen Xuan is a suspicious person, always has been.
But while being suspicious, Wenxuan is a person who will believe no matter how much doubt he sees, as long as he thinks he should believe it. At least he was—before being betrayed once by someone he trusted.
So should he continue to believe? Even if you may be hurt again, insist on believing what you want to believe.