"You are innocent." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, full of devilish aura and evil spirit. He squeezed his hands harder and harder, squeezing the heart-breaking roar of the young man into silence:

"but!"

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, filled with murderous aura, gritted his teeth and said:

"But those common people back then were also innocent!"

When he mentioned the young man's arm, it was shaking violently. The young man's eyes gradually brightened, and he feebly slapped his clenched hand, instinctively wanting to pry it away.

"Snapped..."

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

"But... I'm not him!" Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse, he snorted, his laughter was sarcastic, and he glanced at the increasingly dark sky:

"I'm not anyone either."

Li Chunjun sighed, went to check the boy's breathing, and found that there was still a breath of air left.

It's just that the young man's eyes were lifeless, looking 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 were light spots flickering in the talisman, which was Xuanyuan Jing's seat.

He did not look back at the young man again, and his murderous aura subsided completely, becoming calm and calm again:

"Tell him that his destined calamity has returned."

The young man didn't answer, his anger was like a gossamer.

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

"Know right from wrong, good from evil, and your sword will be faster."

He stood up, and then he and Zhao Wujiang disappeared into the yellow sand in the sky.

The young man still looked at the sky, his heart was filled with despair.

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

This Taoist talisman is a symbol of the concentricity of the child and the mother, which can locate the monk holding the child talisman.

Xuanyuan Jing has a Zi Fu in his hand.

At the same time, this talisman can self-destruct, producing huge power to fight enemies or escape.

"Crack."

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

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

"boom."

Not far from Zhao Wujiang, there was a wave of collision in the yellow sand in the sky. Li Chunjun fought with three monks wearing dark green robes, hats and masks.

Li Chunjun felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He was puzzled. Could it be that he was destined to have a bad fate? Why did he always have to be targeted? He looked so weak?

When he passed by the Huaxian Sect, the female cultivators from the Huaxian Sect wanted to bully him, slander him, and even kill him.

When he arrived at Daolian's secret realm, he was chased by the Huaxian Sect again.

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

An hour ago, I met Wang Junlang from the Wang family again, and they fought so hard that they were almost exhausted.

Now I meet three mysterious people again.

Why is everyone coming after him?

Could it be that Li Chunjun has some kind of treasure on him?

Zhao Wujiang was also puzzled, but soon, his eyes flashed with purple light, and his whole body was filled with excitement.

Five figures appeared around him, dressed exactly like the monks who surrounded and killed Li Chunjun. They seemed to be a group.

Without announcing their family status or stating their 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 on his fingertips. Thunder arcs flickered, and he whispered: "Five thunders."

The talisman turned into several arcs of silver light and thunder in his hands. He raised his hand and waved it, like a king controlling thunder and lightning, slashing at the five mysterious monks.

The moment the monk in dark green robes was hit by the lightning method, his body turned into dark green gravel, directly avoiding the power of the rolling thunder.

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

Zhao Wujiang mobilized his sword energy again, and the sword energy was fired 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!