Chapter 113 Killer

The three people were frightened and dared not take another step. Xiao Chen looked cold and asked, "Do you know who destroyed this place? When was it destroyed?"

Among the three people, only one person was brave enough and said in a trembling voice, "I... we don't know either. We finally found it after searching for a few days. I just want to see if there are any valuable things... If you want, I will give it to you. Don't... don't kill us."

"Go away."

Xiao Chen knew that he couldn't ask anything more. They were just three ordinary people.

"Thank... Thank you, hero."

The three people were relieved and ran out in a hurry.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and continued to walk into the back hall. He seemed to see Wei Yang's figure everywhere he saw along the way. He thought of the day when she disguised herself as the purple-clothed woman to compete with him.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, coming like a spring dream, leaving like morning clouds, nowhere to be found..."

"It looks like a flower but it is not a flower, and no one cares to let it fall. Thinking about it, it is heartless but thoughtful..."

"I'll leave this fan for you as a souvenir, and I'll take it back someday..."

...

Is this where Wei Yang lived in the past? Xiao Chen looked at the collapsed palaces, walked through several dilapidated corridors, and came to a courtyard.

There were fallen petals in the courtyard, and several white flower trees were growing, but those flower trees had withered, leaving only petals all over the ground, flying with the wind, with no place to go, like snowflakes floating in the sky.

"Wei Yang..."

Looking at the withered flower trees, Xiao Chen felt a burst of pain like a needle. In a blink of an eye, it seemed that these trees came back to life, as if he saw petals flying all over the sky, and saw Wei Yang sitting under the tree, with a smile as pure and flawless as these beautiful Wei Yang flowers.

But now, nothing is left, only the devastation is left. Lianhua Palace was destroyed, and the Weiyang trees she transplanted with her own hands also withered.

Xiao Chen slowly took off the black robe on his head, slowly approached, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the withered Weiyang trees. At this moment, it seemed that a mysterious power beyond the world surged from his palm. This was an indescribable mysterious power, this was the power to control life and death!

In a short moment, the withered flowers and trees were revitalized and alive again under his power to control life and death.

"Weiyang, wait for me. I will find you even if I have to search the ends of the earth... If you are gone, I will let every one of them come down to be buried with you..."

"Cangfeng Valley, Qinghong Sect, Yuxu Temple, Liuxian Sect, Tianmen... Don't even think of escaping."

At this moment, his eyes were extremely cold and terrifying, as cold as if he had no emotions. He slowly put on his robe and hat and went out again.

In the next three months, he searched many places, but there was no news of Hua Weiyang. He went back to Kunlun Fairy Valley. He thought that Hua Weiyang would definitely go back to that fairy valley after being injured, but no, Weiyang never went back.

And the size of the North Territory was far beyond his expectations. He secretly asked many people, but no one knew.

Hope seemed to be getting slimmer and slimmer, like the twinkling stars in the cold night, which could die at any time.

But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up. Before he was sure that Hua Weiyang was dead, he would keep looking until he found her.

The cold wind blew up the leaves on the roadside. He walked in the deserted wilderness, but suddenly stopped when he walked out.

"You have followed me all the way, why not... show up."

"Sha sha sha!"

At the moment of the slightest movement, twelve figures surrounded him. These twelve people were all dressed in black, and their auras were hidden very deeply. It was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to, but it was thought that their cultivation was definitely not low, at least not lower than the three people from Cangfeng Valley before.

"Xiao Yichen, you are really lucky. You won't die even if you jump from the Burial Cliff..." The black-clothed man who was the leader of the twelve people sneered gloomily.

"Oh?"

Xiao Chen's voice was flat and he slowly turned around. At this moment, his eyes were so cold that it was suffocating.

Even though the black-clothed man had been prepared, he couldn't help but tremble slightly when he touched the cold eyes under the robe at this moment, and a chill gradually enveloped his whole body.

"You all followed Xiao all the way, so feel free to tell me what's going on..."

Xiao Chen's voice was still calm, and he slowly took off his robe and hat while speaking. After seeing his true face, the twelve people held their breath. At this moment, it seemed that even the air was about to condense, and even in the hot summer, it was chilling.

The twelve people forced themselves to calm down. The black-clothed man in the lead calmed down and sneered, "Xiao Yichen, I know you are powerful, but each of the twelve people here has already put life and death aside. Now that your master is not here, what do you think your chances of winning are?"

As soon as the voice fell, the twelve people suddenly sacrificed a black strange sword each. The sword was surrounded by black mist and had a heavy murderous aura. It was definitely not a fairy sword magic weapon of the Xuanmen. Looking closely, each sword was composed of seven small black flying swords, and the black mist was coming out from the gaps, which was very strange.

"Oh?"

Xiao Chen could naturally see that these twelve black swords were extremely powerful magic weapons, but at this moment, he still looked indifferent and ignored these twelve people.

The black-clothed man at the head saw that he was calm and composed at the moment, and felt a little unsure in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he smiled coldly, "Xiao Yichen, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Heavenly Book, otherwise today will be your death day!"

"Zheng!"

With a cold sound, the evil spirit on the twelve black swords became heavier, and Xiao Chen's eyes were still indifferent, "So that's it, you want the Heavenly Book, but you only send twelve people to die... That's it, make a move."

"You really don't want to drink a toast..."

Seeing that he had no room for maneuver at the moment, the black-clothed man's eyes became even colder, but under his cold eyes, there was a trace of fear and dread. The twelve cold killers had never had such fear and dread of anyone.

The atmosphere became extremely cold, and cold sweat gradually seeped out of the backs of the twelve people. Suddenly, someone took the lead in offering the black evil sword and slashed at Xiao Chen, and the remaining eleven people also reacted in an instant.

In an instant, the vast expanse of cold wind blew violently, and twelve black evil swords, all with the sound of ghosts crying, slashed towards Xiao Chen.

Seeing the fierce momentum of the twelve black swords, Xiao Chen's whole body power shook, trying to block the twelve swords, but the next moment, he changed his mind. These twelve swords were by no means ordinary swords. It was unwise to try to block them with power. He immediately displayed his body skills and avoided the attack of the twelve swords.

However, the twelve swords, under the control of the twelve men in black, seemed to have intelligence. In a short moment, the evil spirit from the swords had already covered the world layer by layer. Not to mention being directly cut by the swords, even if the evil spirit invaded the body, the consequences would be serious.