Red Heart Survey

Jiang Wang held Feng Ming in one hand and walked away on Qingyun.

As he advanced rapidly, he blasted out the flame sparrows, making a violent noise in the high altitude of Shun'an Mansion, in order to attract the attention of the powerful people of Yong Kingdom.

For those monks who are still at Qingyunting Mountain Gate...he can only do this.

Jiang Wang has no relationship with them, and apart from Yu Songhai's identity, there is nothing involved. There is nothing else to take risks to save people, just four words - I can't bear it.

Those monsters besieged Qingyun Pavilion, clearly seeing that Wei Ninghou Jiao Wu had gone to the front line. But in any case, I dare not make a big fanfare.

The formation of ghost fog is to hide the movement.

Jiang Wang broke through the formation of ghost fog first, creating an opportunity for the monks of Qingyun Pavilion to escape, and then made a noise at high altitude, attracting the strong men of Yong Kingdom to rush to Qingyun Pavilion. If those four demons didn't want to die in Yong Kingdom, they would just flee quickly.

Theoretically speaking, at least half of the monks at Qingyun Pavilion could survive.

And no matter how many things...he couldn't do it.

After all, he is not a credible figure to the strong man of Yong Kingdom. No matter how arrogant he is at high altitude, he will be "eliminated all evil affairs" by someone.

He didn't stop for a moment, and after blasting out a few bursts of flame sparrows, he immediately turned around to the west, flew low-key for a while, fell high into the sky, and sneaked into a wilderness.

Throw Feng Ming on the grass.

Dispersing the fairy art, feeling the good fortune and blue clouds drifting under the fairy palace on the top of the cloud.

He couldn't help but think that Qingyun Pavilion has been gathering good fortune and good fortune all the time, and the monks of Yunding Immortal Palace in the ancient times should all come from here to practice the fairy art of leveling the clouds.

That is to say, Qingyun Pavilion guarantees the continuation of the fairy art of making steady progress.

If one day, all the cloud energy under the Cloud Top Immortal Palace will be replaced by the good fortune cloud. Then, can this benevolent Qingyun also be able to lift the Yunding Immortal Palace to fly?

What a huge monster Yunding Immortal Palace was in its heyday. Even if you can move forward, it must be difficult and slow. If there is a huge amount of good fortune and good fortune to rely on, traveling thousands of miles, and majestic, then it will really be called the grace of the era of horizontal pressure.

The fairy art of Pingbu Qingyun can make Jiang Wang, who is in the inner palace, escape successfully from the siege of the four demons. It is definitely the strongest escape method he has mastered so far, and it is much stronger than the previous first-class low-grade Dao technique Flame Meteor.

Of course, Xianshu has its own system and cannot be simply compared with Daoshu.

The Nine Great Immortal Palaces prevailed in ancient times, but in the present world, only some fragments of the huge immortal art system have been handed down. It wasn't until this time that the lost building Qingyun Pavilion was recovered and Jiang Wang was able to catch a glimpse of the scaly claw.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand, erasing everything about Asgard.

Why the Nine Great Immortal Palaces were destroyed, by whom, and how did the Immortal Art System disappear...

The fog of history surges in time.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but think of the two blood characters that disappeared on the Jishen Tablet - Dao Thief.

The thief of the way.

What kind of thing can bear such a name?

It's scary, it's disturbing.

What Ye Lingxiao said is not necessarily good or bad, is it also related to it?

Putting aside his thoughts about Asgard for now, Jiang Wang looked down at Feng Ming.

The confinement on his body has long been untied, but he is still motionless, his eyes are dull, and he does not speak. As if frightened silly.

"Speak up if you're not dead." Jiang Wang looked at him and said.

Feng Ming's eyes still froze for a while, and then he finally regained some energy, as if he had come to life.

"Is Qingyun Pavilion gone?" he asked.

"You can understand that." Jiang Wang said.

His voice is cold, not because he doesn't need to hold Feng Ming as Yu Songhai now. It's because the current Feng Ming is not qualified to live in lies, he has to face the reality.

Feng Ming moved his eyes with difficulty, looked at Jiang Wang, with hope in his eyes: "My father... has he escaped?"

"His body was boiled before you dared to look at it," Jiang Wang said.

These words are so cold.

Ignored his pleas, rejected his fantasies.

Drag him from the difficult situation of self-comforting and looking for life-saving straws into the bloody reality.

Feng Ming opened his mouth forcefully, probably wanting to cry.

But I couldn't cry.

He wanted to cry, but strangely, there were no tears.

At that time, he was thrown in the open space, helplessly watching the fat man go back and forth.

He knew that the demon was throwing corpses one by one into the cauldron to cook, so he stared at the night sky, not daring to take a look.

His father's body was boiled at that time...

The moment Qing Yun Ting was attacked, his father judged that the situation was critical, so he gave him the key to the secret storehouse and told him to hide, but he went out to deal with the crisis.

When he was easily captured and taken to the open space where monks gathered like cattle, he should know that his father was gone.

But he dare not face it.

"I took the risk to rescue you, not to see you acting sad." Jiang Wang said coldly again.

Feng Ming glanced at Jiang Wang in a daze.

"Stand up!" Jiang Wang shouted.

Feng Ming trembled subconsciously, put his hands on the ground, and finally got up.

He looked at Jiang Wang pitifully, like a weak little animal.

The gloom, pride, and joy of the past are all gone.

"Song... Songhai." He called out tentatively.

Like a child who has no self-protection ability, testing and touching his safe environment.

Perhaps as Chi Lu said, without the protection of his father Feng Yue, he is an incompetent waste.

But he clearly noticed Jiang Wang's purpose for a time, and guessed what Jiang Wang was looking for. He's actually... not stupid, but smart.

He's just too vulnerable.

Too well protected, too little experienced.

When the strong wind blows, the strong pines stand up, and the rotten trees break.

Jiang Wang ignored the shouting, and only said: "You begged me to save you, so I saved you. I hope you think about why you survived at that time."

"I..." Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps because he couldn't find the answer, he finally said, "Thank you very much."

"If you want to thank me, quickly come up with the value that can thank me, and I will wait for you to thank me. If you want revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyun Pavilion are the nine great human demons, and they should also have the consciousness of being revenged .”

After Jiang Wang finished speaking lightly, he turned around.

He has done his utmost to save Feng Ming, he is not Chi Lu, and he has no interest in taking his son.

"Songhai!" Feng Ming stopped him: "Where... are you going?"

"Go where I need to go."

"Can you... take me?" Feng Ming said hesitantly, and quickly added: "I'll be your servant!"

"A good sect will die if it doesn't exist, and a good country will die if it says it will die. This world is so cruel..." Jiang Wang asked back: "Are you willing to bring a burden?"

Feng Ming bit his lip tightly, but didn't say anything.

"How old are you?" Jiang Wang asked again.

It's almost a humiliation. But Feng Ming has no right not to answer.

"Twenty-one imaginary years," he said.

"I remember your father said that when he was twenty-one years old, he had already opened up three business routes for Qingyun Pavilion. Think about it carefully, how did you get everything you want to enjoy. Where is the path you should take?"

Jiang Wang said, suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "What month is today?"

Feng Ming didn't know what the intention was, but he still replied: "It seems to be the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month."

Jiang Wang nodded and walked away.

It's my birthday. he thinks.