Wang Teng was like looking down at an ant, staring at the old man's soul in his palm indifferently, and said.
"Wang Teng, don't waste your efforts, I won't tell you." The old man said through gritted teeth.
At this point, he finally understood that at such a young age and possessing the world-slaying palm, who else could this boy be besides Wang Teng!
"Old guy, your bones are hard enough. Let's see how hard you can get." Wang Teng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and a crimson flame appeared in his palm and began to burn.
When the flame came into contact with the old man's soul, it immediately made a melting sound and emitted black smoke!
"Ah, Wang Teng, you little bastard who can kill a thousand swords, if I escape, I will definitely lead many masters of the holy sect to cut your body into pieces, rub your bones and throw away ashes!" The old man's soul is like a heat.
Like ants on a pot, they kept jumping around.
But there was a light shield in Wang Teng's palm. No matter how he tried to break free, he could not get out. He hit the light shield crazily, making a dull sound!
"You haven't said it yet?" Wang Teng smiled, and the flames on his hands quietly grew bigger!
The screams of the old man's soul were also much more piercing, like a fierce ghost roaring in the mountains, echoing continuously, making people's bones tremble with fear!
"Wang Teng, you bastard, kill me, I won't tell you," the old man said heartily. Every word seemed to have used up all his strength.
There is nothing more painful than being burned by fire.
He has no body, and his soul is being burned in the flames, making the pain even worse!
Finally, the light of the old man's soul gradually dimmed, and his voice became much weaker. It was on the far edge of running out of oil. It won't be long before his soul will become extinct and disappear completely!
"Damn it, I'll spare your life for now!" Wang Teng really had no way to deal with this old man who would rather die than surrender. Finally, he hesitated and withdrew the flame. He was not going to really kill the old man, maybe he would
Yes, it still has a certain effect.
At that moment, he took out a jade bottle, put the old man's soul into it, capped the bottle, and put a fire seal on the outside of the bottle!
The old man's soul only has his last breath left, so there is no need to worry that he will run away.
After doing this, Wang Teng took a deep breath. This time he went out of the city and gained too much. He unexpectedly learned about the conspiracy of the Huajian Holy Cult.
He felt that the old man in the jade bottle would definitely become his trump card and would play an unexpected role at critical moments.
"Okay, let's continue on our way!"
After dealing with the old man, Wang Teng took another look at the many bandits in the valley and shook their heads. Then with a wave of his sleeves, the entire valley collapsed immediately, sending smoke and dust into the sky!
All those robbers were buried underground.
…
Taking Qiangwei and her parents along the way, Wang Teng returned to Withered Flower City again!
Originally, their family planned to continue living in a small mountain village, but Wang Teng refused.
Under the instigation of the Holy Cult of Huajian, some remote mountain villages outside Kuhua City are very unsafe and are likely to welcome the next group of bandits!
Wang Teng’s suggestion is that it is naturally safest to live in Withered Flower City!
This is a huge city with a huge population. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and the shameful deeds of the Huajian Holy Cult cannot be carried out here!
After entering the city, Wang Teng bought a small courtyard with peaceful scenery in the west of the city for Qiangwei's family to live in, and left them a sum of money. It was not until dark that they finally settled their affairs.
"Brother Wang Teng, are you leaving?" Qiangwei lowered her head and said.
"Yes!" Wang Teng nodded. He had his own things to do. Meeting Qiangwei was just an interlude. He had to continue on his way!
Qiangwei's eyes suddenly turned red, and she suddenly hugged Wang Teng, burying her head in his arms and saying: "Brother, he is a practicing immortal. He flies to the sky and escapes from the earth. He and Qiangwei are in two different worlds. Do I know?"
What should I insist on? I just hope that in the future, if my brother gets tired and wants to settle down, he can remember that there is a girl in the Withered Flower City who will always be waiting for you."
After saying this, Qiangwei left Wang Teng's arms, wiped her tears, and trotted away.
Wang Teng was stunned for a long time, speechless.
He only saved Qiangwei because of his good intentions and had no ill intentions at all. Unexpectedly, this little girl seemed to be interested in him...
To take a step back, a practitioner can easily live hundreds or even thousands of years. In his eyes, an ordinary person's life is just a snap of the fingers.
If Qiangwei had been waiting for him here, wouldn't he have left this little girl alone?
"Don't worry, benefactor, we will advise Qiangwei. Alas, the little girl is not sensible. The wound will be healed after a few years. You don't have to worry about it." Qiangwei's parents sighed.
"Thank you very much."
Wang Teng smiled, then turned and left.
…
After settling Qiangwei's matter, Wang Teng couldn't help but sigh as he walked back to the inn. Looking at the bustling streets and all kinds of people, Wang Teng couldn't help but sigh!
Mortal humans are too fragile and insignificant for practitioners.
Regardless of life span, strength, identity, and status, they are two worlds. Although practitioners on the mainland are generally not allowed to take action against mortals, this is only an unwritten rule, and there is no corresponding organization to manage it!
Therefore, most of the time, mortals are in a weak position, being bullied, abused, and killed at will!
Just like Qiangwei's experience, countless families are experiencing it every day on the mainland...
Unless someone sits too far, no one will care at all.
The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive!
This is the only theme on the continent!
In fact, Wang Teng sometimes envies mortals in his heart. Although they only have a lifespan of a hundred years, they can experience birth, old age, illness and death, love, hate, and taste all kinds of life. Their life is wonderful and rich!
Practitioners have long lives, but they live in a world of fighting, killing, and greed every day. Some people even stay in seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years.
In fact, life is very "pale", like a black and white picture scroll, with only a few strokes and not too many colors!
Ordinary people envy practitioners who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth and live freely in the world, but the latter envy the former, who are simple and plain and have all five tastes.
Which one is better? No one dares to say.
Soon, Wang Teng returned to the inn, only to find Zheng He waiting for something on the road, looking slightly anxious.
"Donor, you are finally back!" Zhenghe breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Teng and said.
"Are you waiting for me?" Wang Teng was stunned.
"Yes, donor, don't even look at what time it is now, and why you didn't come back until now."
