Chapter 417 Immortal Cultivation? Repair Magic?

Doesn't this kind of person have demons?

How did he build the foundation?

And how did it form the pill?

Compared to the astonishment of those from other sects, these disciples of Wuwangzong are in a state of self-contradiction at the moment. In their eyes, how can Zidong, who is as talented as a genius, be a murderous maniac?

They don't believe it, not at all!

However, they felt in their hearts that this might be the truth.

Because from the beginning to the end, except for the real Zidong who refuted the woman in high spirits at the beginning.

Afterwards, he didn't refute any more, and only tried to kill the woman fiercely.

What's more, under the attack of that weird magical weapon, he stared at the woman with red eyes, and shouted in a vicious voice: "You are obviously dead, how can you still be alive? You are a tripod who can't even cultivate immortals!" Furnace waste, you didn’t come to this point because of cultivating evil ways, Duan Xiaoge, those people are all dead, how could you not die!”

"I didn't die because I wanted to leave this breath behind to avenge those brothers and sisters who died unjustly, as well as my father!"

Her voice was harsh, and every word was as strong as a sword.

Every word she said hit the heart of Venerable Guiyuan.

She smiled sweetly that day and said to him, "I came here to cultivate immortality".

She endured it for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and her flesh and blood were corroded every day. Even a person with a little perseverance would explode and die in such pain, but she gritted her teeth and persisted until later.

He thought she was here to avenge his brothers and sisters.

He guessed the beginning, but not the end.

It turned out that this person was actually her fiancé.

It turned out that she had been slashed a hundred and eighty-seven times by this man.

At that time, she didn't have any cultivation, and she didn't even have the strength to fight back. How painful must it be for her to watch that person do that kind of thing?

Venerable Guiyuan pursed his lips tightly.

He didn't even have the intention to appreciate her natal magic weapon, his eyes were fixed on her all the time, if not for his rationality, he really wanted to hold her in his arms and erase all her memories of these past events.

As another victim of the incident, Yue Yinshuang had already been acupointed by her father in time. Even though she was anxious, she was sending her father a voice, hoping that his father would come forward to save Chen Sheng. He lowered his head as if he didn't hear anything.

The old ancestor showed his power just now. He is the suzerain of the Wuwang sect. He is too good at observing words and expressions. It is good that the old ancestor is not here today. Pass.

Chen Sheng, how could he be such a person?

The Sect Master of Wuwang Sect, although he was angry at the moment, it was more of a fluke in his heart.

A person who can attack his fiancée and his master, and afterward, can build a foundation and form alchemy without any distractions, which shows his heart.

Maybe in the future, he and his own daughter will be the next victims.

So even though he was angry, he still had reason.

Yan Ge held his black iron frying pan in one hand, and a broken sword still dripping with blood in the other.

Standing proudly and slender, she slightly lowered her head to look at Chen Sheng who was covered in wounds and blood on the ground.

She stared at him, and smiled slowly under his resentful and unwilling eyes: "Are you surprised that I am alive? Are you surprised that I can knock you down with a waste?"

"Brother, nothing is impossible. If you have done evil, you should think that one day you will be rewarded. If God does not accept you, someone else will accept you."