Xuanmen Prodigal Son

Chapter 729: But I can cure it

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As we all know, Shui Menghan, who ranks first on the beauty list, is also one of the top talents among the younger generation.

But now, she was being fought across the border to such a situation—even after she used her hidden Soul Devouring Flute, she still couldn't do anything to the other party...

This scene was hard for all the powerful people in the Immortal Court to accept.

They were used to seeing those so-called chosen ones, arrogant people with high expectations, being ruthlessly defeated by Shui Menghan and stripped of all their dignity... But they never expected that what was happening before their eyes would happen...

Compared to the complex feelings of these powerful Immortal Court masters, Shui Menghan was not discouraged at all at this moment. Instead, her bright eyes were filled with fighting spirit, excitement and joy.

She took a deep breath and was about to attack again...

However, at this moment, the situation changed suddenly.

A magnificent and clear sound came from the previous space crack.

"That's enough."

As the two words fell, Shui Menghan's face suddenly turned pale.

It seemed as if the void was torn apart by a pair of huge hands, and then several extremely terrifying auras fell into the field.

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes, like a hermit, but exuding supreme majesty, came in front of Shui Menghan in an instant, his face as cold as frosty.

The powerful immortals in the field bowed down like a tide.

But the man ignored her. He just looked at Shui Menghan and spoke in a cold voice.

"Meng'er, have I been too pampering to you in the past?"

After the words fell, the pressure was on, Shui Menghan half-knelt on the ground, gritting her teeth, trying her best to hold on, and she was unable to speak at all...

"Your love is young and ignorant, and it is understandable that she was deceived by sweet words. Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor does not need to do this."

At this moment, a white-haired, hunchbacked old man came to the side of the Immortal Emperor and shook his head slowly.

The Immortal Emperor sighed and said, "I am sorry that I have made a fool of myself by not teaching my daughter well."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and Shui Menghan suddenly felt that her cultivation was completely suppressed. Then, without even a chance to struggle, she was taken away by a powerful female immortal.

It seems like a state of house arrest.

After doing this, the Immortal Emperor turned around, looked at Chu Tianxiao, and shook his head slowly: "What a ridiculous farce."

There was no pressure in these words, but Chu Tianxiao couldn't help but tremble when he heard them.

He raised his head and faced the Immortal Emperor, his brows full of coldness: "Saint, are you so impatient?"

The anger in his voice was hard to conceal.

Yes, he was angry.

There has never been a moment when Chu Tianxiao was as angry as he is now.

Obviously, his father killed Xing Mie Sha and saved this new fairyland, defusing the fatal attack that Jue Yu had been planning for many years... But what did he get in return for all this

Putting aside all the pursuits, even the saints who stood at the top of the world could not hold back and took action personally, and even denounced the last ray of hope he had worked hard for as a "farce"

Not even a glimmer of light left for him

Thinking of this, Chu Tianxiao couldn't help but slowly clench his fist, and blood oozed out.

He just felt extremely unwilling.

Why

Is my dad really that damnable

Is this what they call a saintly style

At this moment, Chu Tianxiao felt the extremely sinister malice coming from this world.

This feeling is like being bound by fate, sentenced to death by the gods, and all efforts are rebuked and denied by the world...

helpless.

despair.

All kinds of complicated emotions surged into Chu Tianxiao's heart.

At this moment, he didn't want to care about the huge gap or the status. He just wanted to go crazy, get angry, and ask a question!

Why does this kind of meaningless, purely idealistic negation exist in the world

The Immortal Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly at Chu Tianxiao's attitude and words. The old man next to him snorted coldly and was about to speak, but a rather sarcastic remark sounded first.

"Chang Lizi, I have always felt that an old Taoist priest like you who is narrow-minded and petty can be canonized as a saint, which shows that the so-called heaven's way and destiny are really too meaningless and unreasonable."

This sarcastic remark immediately attracted all the attention in the room.

The reason is simple, it's because the person who spoke is the junior master uncle of Xuanmen.

Even if he only had one breath left, no one would ignore him.

As for Chu Tianxiao? Just wave your hand to seal everything about him and deal with him later.

In the eyes of a saint, he was nothing in this situation.

All they care about is the Purple Executioner here.

Upon hearing the sound, the old man - Taoist Nanyue Changlizi, snorted coldly.

"Zizhu, I've said it before, justice will always come back to haunt you... Looking at your current state, what's the difference between you and a sick dog that can only bark?"

Hearing this, Zizhu said calmly: "Based on what you said, you will leave the mountain forever, and I will keep half of it."

After these words came out, even though she knew that the person in front of her was already seriously injured and dying, and could not threaten her anymore, when she heard his threatening words, she could not help but recall the time when she was tortured to death by this person...

Yes.

To put it bluntly, the Five Mountains of Taoism were abused by their junior master uncles from the Xuanmen sect when they were growing up.

"The only thing I regret now is why I didn't kill all of you old bastards at the same time?" Zizhu shook his head and said, "I am still too kind-hearted."

After hearing this, Chang Lizi almost twitched his lips, but after a moment, he regained his composure, his eyes were full of coldness, and he said: "Zizhu... You are also a famous master, why do you have boring fantasies when you are dying?"

Hearing this, Zizhu was silent for a moment, then paused and said, "I've always wanted to ask... Why are there so many people in this world who want me dead?"

“… This means you deserve to die.”

“No, I think the world is wrong.”

Zi Zhu shook his head and pointed to the sky: "From the will of heaven to the damn prince, they are all wrong!"

"How could they think I deserve to die? Those bastards who have lost their humanity and are still living happily, and those beasts in human form who are still respected by others, deserve to die!"

After these words were spoken, there was silence.

In the end, it was Chang Li who spoke: "The world is not wrong, so you deserve to die."

"If I deserve to die, what is my crime?"

Hearing this, Chang Li was choked. He wanted to come up with some grand excuses, such as you killed Tian, which was a heinous crime... But for some reason, before he could say anything, his heart trembled, and he said in a ghostly voice: "You have been injured without any cure, and that is your sin."

This doesn't sound reasonable.

Behind it is a fact of endless sadness.

A mocking smile appeared on Zi Zhu's lips.

"After all, they bully the weak and fear the strong."

Chang Lizi remained silent.

After Zi Zhui's words, he also remained silent.

At this moment, he felt negative emotions that he hadn't felt for a long time surging up.

At this moment, he just felt that the wound left by "the sky" was really a hindrance...

But unfortunately, there is no solution.

There was a rare hint of unwillingness in Zizhu's eyes.

However, the next moment, a long-lost crisp sound, like wind chimes ringing all over the mountains, rang out in the field...

"But I can cure it!"