The coffin shuttled aimlessly in the clouds, and the old man inside was the great master of creation of this generation, Zhao Fan's master and great-uncle... Li Sanjiao!
"Can't sense it!" He banged on the coffin with his hands eagerly. Even if his state of mind reached the theoretical limit, it was difficult to remain calm.
Zhao Fan lost the Longyang Golden Elixir and was expelled from the Great Creation lineage. Coupled with the thick fog that blocked the space under Duotou Cliff, his uncle and grandpa made repeated deductions and tried everything that could be used.
Like mud and rocks thrown into the sea, there is no response!
Now he desperately wants to know where his disciple is!
"Hmm...? Chen Chun'er is located in Jiangbei!?" My uncle suddenly calmed down and analyzed thoughtfully. Zhao Fan was removed from the list not long ago, and the other party and Chen Chun'er entered the ancient ruins together. The latter now
We were in Jiangbei, which meant we had come out early.
Therefore, Zhao Fan definitely did not get into trouble in the ancient ruins...
My great-uncle immediately controlled the big coffin and headed to Jiangbei City, Jiangzhou Province as quickly as possible.
An hour later.
Over Jiangbei, the big coffin suddenly stopped.
My uncle first sensed Chen Chun'er's specific location, but he did not go there immediately. Instead, he opened the lid of the coffin, shrunk it into a mini coffin, disappeared in the palm of his hand, and then came to Zhao Fan's mansion, Yayun Famous Residence.
"This..." My great-uncle looked at the huge mansion that had been reduced to ruins and the destroyed festive decorations, his eyes were heavy and cold, and then he wandered among the ruins for a moment, sensing the level of the peak of the Holy Realm.
When the magic power remained, an invisible yet destructive anger seemed to rise in him!
Whoosh!
The figure of my great-uncle disappeared on the spot, and the next moment, he appeared in the No. 7 house of Shenglong Mansion.
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At this time, Chen Chun'er was on the platform at the top of the villa. She was sleeping lightly with her legs sideways. Her cold face was filled with a look of worry that could not be dissipated. On either side of her, stood a purple figure. That was the saint.
Realm puppet.
Before Zhao Fan left last night, he handed over his Holy Realm puppet and its heart to her. Even if he never returns, his protective power will have an added guarantee that cannot be underestimated.
"Chun'er, wake up." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.
After Chen Chuner woke up, she opened her eyes and looked at the old man standing in front of her. She was shocked and said: "Old man? When did you come?"
"We just arrived." My uncle pondered for a moment and then said, "Where is Xiaofan? Why don't you see him?"
"Old man..." Chen Chun'er's eyes suddenly blurred with tears. Even though she had unlucky opportunities, she was still a fragile little girl. After going through such a big storm, she used to show her strength to others, but now she is locked up in the mountain gate.
The bad old man who had been living for the past three months suddenly couldn't hold back the tears he had been suppressing for a long time.
The uncle sighed. Although he was anxious, he didn't rush. After all, it was too late. It would be okay to delay for an extra hour and a half, because the most serious things had already happened!
Chen Chun'er cried for less than a minute, as if she had realized something, and said anxiously: "Quick, old man, let's go to Duantou Cliff. The Shenji Sect has set up a dragnet there and kidnapped Qianqian... forcing Brother Fan to go and die.
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The great-uncle shook his head slightly, put his hand on one of her shoulders, and said, "It's too late, first tell me everything about these days."
"Too late?!" Chen Chun'er's pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart ached fiercely. She went down the mountain and went to the Zhao Mansion to meet everyone preparing for the wedding next month. Then she went to the ancient ruins to meet the Japanese sword master, and then gathered together.
The previous saint of the Divine Machine Sect made things difficult for him, and then Zhao Fan killed everyone in the secret realm, and was crowned king in a battle. Afterwards, two opposing parties formed in the gathering place, and the Ice and Fire Palace made a compromise proposal.
Speaking of returning to Jiangbei first and seeing that the mansion was destroyed, Shiqi was in danger, and Shenxiu was seriously injured and unconscious, Chen Chun'er's expression began to become painful, and she choked and said: "The murderer used the blood of Sister Qing's son's head to leave a line under the wall.
Zi, kidnapped Qianqian and forced Brother Fan to submit..."
My great-uncle's face became darker and darker, until now, it was as if a layer of ink had been splashed on it.
He raised his two fingers together and counted, and even his body couldn't help but tremble.
That fetus...
Gone!!!
Fortunately, Lin Qianqian's life is still alive.
"I'm going to Dutou Cliff. You can keep a good watch here." My uncle turned his palm over, and a big coffin appeared on the ground, and he lay down in it.
Immediately after the lid of the coffin was clicked, it soared into the sky.
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Nearly an hour and a half later, a large coffin floated over Guillotine Cliff.
The uncle's knuckles crackled as he opened the lid of the coffin. Fire of impulse arose in his heart. If the Shenjimen were still on the cliff, they would rather risk being wiped out by God than to save Zhao Fan.
Revenge against Lin Qianqian and the unborn child!
However, when he stood up, everything he looked at was desolate and desolate. There was not a single human figure on the huge cliff, only the eye-catching large amount of blood on the ground had long since dried up.
Then the big coffin fell to the ground.
"Time...backward movement!"
The great-uncle waved his big hand holding the dragon-headed crutch, and his vision fell into chaos.
After a while, the brightness returned.
But what appeared in my uncle's eyes was the leader of the Shenji Sect carrying the unconscious Lin Qianqian to the cliff of Duantou and throwing him into a cage. There were a large number of Shenji Sect disciples and saints nearby.
Elder Jing.
"Qianqian..." My uncle lost his composure in a trance, and walked towards the cage like a reflex, but his hand passed through the cage pillar and Lin Qianqian's body like it was passing through the air. He laughed to himself, and then
It is past continuous tense, not continuous tense!
This is the Divine Treasure Realm technique of the Great Creation lineage, going back in time!
It’s like the scene reappears, fully revealed!
The stronger the realm of the caster, the longer the time it takes to reverse the flow.
My uncle jumped directly back to four days ago.
He controlled the flow speed with his mind. He didn't have the patience to watch every minute, so he accelerated the speed, and then the figure of the previous saint came into view.
My great-uncle accelerated again, until the saint of the previous generation asked Yu Xian'er to bathe and wash Lin Qianqian and put on a red wedding dress, and instigated the young master Zhao Ning to enter the cage, he returned to normal, and two nearly darts shot out from his eyes.
Substantial fire, at the same time, the heart is also tightening!
Immediately afterwards, large purple-gold thunderclouds floated in the sky, and when the thunder came down, my uncle's eyes softened a little. He recognized it, it was the magical power of Thunder Wanjun, which meant... Zhao Fan is here!
The cry of the Luan bird and the green light burst through the sky.
One arrow after another...
One of the arrows passed through the whip light and instantly killed the Holy Realm elder!
The great-uncle nodded happily, "Yes, this bastard has not been idle in the past six months, and it has greatly exceeded my expectations. He has actually reached the height of the early stage of the Instant Kill Holy Realm."
Later, the saint of the previous generation caught Lin Qianqian and forced her to show up.
The great-uncle said coldly: "It's as shameless as it was nineteen years ago." He then looked at Zhao Tianchang, who was watching coldly, "Xiaofan took your surname Zhao, it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."
Gradually...
Time came to the place where the saint of the previous generation used a hard whip to hang Lin Qianqian in the air to play a game with Zhao Fan.
"She is lying to you, don't agree!" My great-uncle was anxious and helpless. He knew that this was a retrospective scene, but because of the first-person perspective, it seemed as if it was happening right in front of him, but he could not stop or change anything. The most disturbing thing was that he was lying to you.
He was most distressed than this...
In this way, he watched helplessly as his proud successor destroyed the Longyang Golden Pill and abolished the Dantian!
The previous saint's kick kicked Zhao Fan to the edge of the cliff, and then, with a simple finger, destroyed the fetus in Lin Qianqian's belly.
The blood vessels all over my uncle's body bulged. He took a deep breath, calmed down and murmured: "Perhaps, the decision to let you personally avenge the little white fox was the biggest mistake in my life. We Penglai Seven Immortals can wait
Yes, but the Shenji Sect will not wait until the day you grow up to be indomitable and become crazy..."
His murmur turned into a roar, and the entire Guillotine Cliff was shocked!
At this time, when my great-uncle saw Zhao Tianchang unleashing his inner strength and dragging Zhao Fan under the Guillotine Cliff, and then somehow saving Lin Qianqian from the hands of the previous saint, he snorted, "You still have to do it."
There’s something human about it.”
In the end, the previous generation of saints, still unsatisfied, and the leader of the Shenji Sect led many disciples to leave Duotou Cliff.
My uncle made the countercurrent of time go back and dissipate, walked to the exact spot where Lin Qianqian landed, and cursed, "Old accounts, new accounts... Han Ruyi, I'm going to fuck your mother!"
Immediately, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, opened his arms and swung in the void, sometimes closing his five fingers, and sometimes sucking in, that posture was like salvaging!