"You are innocent." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, covered in demonic energy and evil spirits. He squeezed his hands harder and squeezed the broken roar of the young Taoist heart silently:

"but!"

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, his body full of murderous aura, and gritted his teeth and said:

"But those people back then were innocent!"

He lifted the boy's arms and trembled violently. The boy's eyes gradually became clear. He was weak and slapped his tight hand, instinctively trying to open it.

"Bang..."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled and let go of his hand. The young Wang Junlang fell on the yellow sand, and the blood continued to penetrate along the gravel.

"But...I'm not him!" Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse, and he sneered, and his eyes glanced at the increasingly dim sky:

"I'm not anyone, either."

Li Chunjun sighed and went to explore the boy's breath, and found that there was still a breath.

But the boy's eyes were dull and he looked at the sky in despair.

"Go back and tell your brother-in-law..."

Zhao Wujiang raised his left hand and grabbed a talisman in the void. There was a light spot in the talisman, which was Xuanyuan Jing's seat.

He did not look back at the boy again, and his murderous aura was also restrained and became calm again:

"Tell him that his destined disaster is back."

The boy didn't answer, and he was as angry as a fucking spring.

Li Chunjun grabbed a sword energy from his body and slapped it into the boy's body with a palm to repair the boy's injuries:

"Only your knife can be faster by understanding right and wrong, and knowing good and evil."

He stood up and then disappeared into the yellow sand with Zhao Wujiang one after another.

The boy still looked at the sky with his eyes, and his heart was ashamed.

———

Zhao Wujiang followed the flashing light spots on the talisman in his hand and rushed towards the seat where Xuanyuan Jing was currently.

This Taoist talisman is a talisman of the mother and son, and can be positioned as a monk holding a talisman.

Xuanyuan Jing has a sub-tale in his hand.

At the same time, this talisman can self-destruct, generating huge power to fight against the enemy or escape.

"Pu"

A drop of rain hit Zhao Wujiang's back of his hand.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at it and narrowed his eyes slightly. The rain was blood-red, and the rich bloody smell spread out on the back of his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at the dim sky, wondering where the drop of blood came from.

"boom."

A wave of cultivation collision came from the yellow sand not far from Zhao Wujiang. Li Chunjun fought with three monks wearing dark green robes, hats and masks on their heads.

Li Chunjun felt distressed, but he didn't say it.

He was puzzled. Could it be that he was destined to have a tragedy? Why are he always targeted? He looks so weak?

Passing by the Huaxian Sect, the female cultivator of the Huaxian Sect wanted to bully him, slander him, and kill him.

When he arrived at the Daolian Secret Realm, he was chased by the Flower Immortal Sect again.

Not long ago, he was targeted by many people in the melee and was forced to fight back.

An hour ago, I met Wang Junlang from the Wang family again, and the fight was almost exhausted.

Now we meet three more mysterious people.

Why did everyone come to him?

Could there be something precious about him, Li Chunjun?

Zhao Wujiang was also confused, but soon, a purple light surged in his eyes, and his cultivation was turbulent.

Five figures appeared around him, exactly the same as the monks who surrounded and killed Li Chunjun. It seemed that they were from the same group.

Without reporting oneself to the family or giving the purpose, the five monks took action directly.

Zhao Wujiang tapped his fingers in the void, and a talisman with the void as the carrier appeared at his fingertips. The thunder arc flashed, and he whispered softly: "Five Thunders."

The talisman turned into several silver lightning arcs in his hand. He raised his hand and waved it, like a king who controlled the lightning, slashing at the mysterious five monks.

The moment the monk in the dark green robe was hit by the thunder magic, his body turned into dark green gravel and directly avoided the power of the rolling thunder.

Then the dark green gravel suddenly condensed into its original figure.

Zhao Wujiang mobilized the sword energy again, and the sword energy Changhong shot at the five people, but without any surprise, the attack of the sword energy penetrated the bodies of the five people like quicksand without causing any damage.
Chapter completed!