Chapter 851 You Have to Take Revenge Yourself

The young man who called himself Wei Wenbo shut up after finishing his words, knocked directly on the incense table in front of him, exposed his long neck, and never got up again.

Looking at him like that, he is obviously practicing what he just said: he is not afraid of death. If you want to kill, you can use the knife at any time!

Seeing Wei Wenbo's appearance, the middle-aged man in black finally became slightly angry and shouted: "Wei Wenbo, don't think that I dare not kill you! You are His Highness in Qingzhou, but in the eyes of my Xuanyin Sect , not even an ant! Monks are only strong and have no absolute rights. Not only can I kill you, I can also kill your mother, your father, and your emperor!"

Wei Wenbo's body trembled, his voice suddenly became extremely low, and he was a little choked: "You can kill them all, you can kill them all. I, the Wei family royal family, but who is afraid of your Xuanyin Sect? The Xuanyin Sect bows its head? One day, the ancestor will come back and avenge us. You, the little Xuanyin Sect, cannot bear his thunderous wrath!"

"Hahahaha!" The middle-aged man in black suddenly laughed wildly, and only heard him say: "Ancestor... Ancestor! Are you possessed by an evil spirit when you speak of an ancestor? I don't believe you haven't heard of it. That ancestor of yours has been there for a long time. He was wiped out by a mysterious powerful man in Yangzhou hundreds of years ago, and not even ashes were left. Now, he is probably in hell. Are you waiting for him to avenge you? You have to ask the King of Hell? Promise or not!"

Originally, Wei Wenbo had knelt to death on the ground and never planned to get up again. He wanted to die like this and didn't want to be humiliated any more by the middle-aged man in black. However, after he heard what the middle-aged man in black said just now, he immediately stood up again, turned to the middle-aged man in black and said angrily: "You dare to humiliate my ancestors?"

The middle-aged man in black laughed again: "So what if he is humiliated? Not only do I dare to humiliate him, but I also want to teach you, a pretentious junior, a lesson so that you know what pain is and why there is a saying that 'a good man does not suffer the consequences of his eyes' !”

After saying that, the middle-aged man in black stretched out his right hand and grabbed Wei Wenbo's neck. It seemed that if he caught him, even if Wei Wenbo was not dead, he might not be able to survive for long as he was already seriously injured.

"If you dare to touch a hair of this child, I will make you die miserably!" Just when the middle-aged man in black was smiling ferociously, and just when Wei Wenbo was about to bear the pain to his death, a sudden voice spoke in the small courtyard. sounded.

Naturally, Wei Wenbo and the middle-aged man in black did not expect that there was someone hiding in this small courtyard or close to him. As a result, both of them were shocked at the same time, stopped what they were doing, and looked at the place where the sound came from.

When their eyes fell on the incense table at the same time, they immediately saw the young man in white clothes and silver hair and the old man in gray robe. However, both of them have been practicing in their lives and have never encountered a situation like seeing a ghost today. So after seeing it clearly, they still couldn't believe their eyes and looked over and over again, wondering if they were... Dazzled.

After a while, the middle-aged man in black reacted first. The fact that the other party can appear like this shows that his cultivation level is extremely strong, at least far above him. And what is the purpose of this strong man suddenly appearing here?

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The middle-aged man in black took two steps back, his face full of vigilance.

Huan Yin's face showed murderous intent, and he said in a serious tone: "I am the person you just said should be in hell!"

"What hell?" The middle-aged man just said it casually, and he didn't even pay attention to it, so he couldn't react this time.

But by this time, Wei Wenbo had already looked at Huan Yin for a long time. And as the crown prince of Qingzhou and the core descendant of Wuliang Sect in Qingzhou, how could he not worship his ancestors any day?

Therefore, even though Huan Yin had silver hair at the moment, in Wei Wenbo's mind, his appearance quickly overlapped with the portraits of his ancestors that Wei Wenbo had seen. So, even though Wei Wenbo couldn't believe his eyes, he still blurted out: "Ancestor!"

"My child, you have suffered." Huan Yin looked at the young man in front of him with some pity, and gently lifted him up from the ground.

This support also helped Wei Wenbo from his dream into reality. He was finally sure that the person in front of him was actually the ancestor he had worshiped for more than 20 years, the "master" the emperor called him, the man whose splendor and splendor had left countless legends behind!

Wei Wenbo never imagined that it would be ineffective to worship those golden lacquer portraits in the gorgeous palace, or to worship the big purple nanmu spiritual tablet that was placed first. But today, in this small courtyard, with an old incense table placed randomly and a simple memorial tablet, the ancestor actually showed up!

Wei Wenbo instantly became extremely excited. He was shaking all over and tears appeared in his eyes. It seemed that he had a lot of things to say to his ancestor Huan Yin, but because there were so many words, they were all packed into his mouth and no words came out.

The middle-aged man in black across from him heard Wei Wenbo call "ancestor", and his expression changed instantly. He had heard too many legends about Huan Yin back then. If it hadn't been like that, it would have been impossible for the Xuanyin Sect to send people to Qingzhou to look for Huan Yin's orthodoxy.

"You...you...this is impossible, this is impossible!" The middle-aged man in black no longer had the aura that seemed to be able to control everything before, and was completely out of control.

Huan Yin smiled coldly: "You want to say that I should be dead, so now I should be trapped in hell, right?"

The young man in black took a few steps back and was already at the door. Although he didn't speak, looking at his expression, Huan Yin's words were obviously what he wanted to say.

Huan Yin continued, "Actually, you are right. I have died and been to hell. However, hell cannot hold me. If the King of Hell wants to keep me, I will kill him! Now, I have just come out of hell. Now, I am not a real 'person'!"

Huan Yin's words sounded like thunder in the ears of the middle-aged man in black. His eyes widened, and he kept muttering, "Kill the King of Hell... Kill the King of Hell... This..."

The next moment, the middle-aged man in black was on the verge of collapse. He turned around and was about to push the door and run, but when he pushed the door with his hand, he found that he couldn't push it open no matter how hard he pushed. The door seemed to be sealed by fine steel, and it was no longer a door.

"Child, you have to avenge yourself!" Huan Yin had a Xingtian sword in his hand at some point. This sword, under the sunlight, was shining and full of fairy spirit.

Huan Yin handed Xing Tian to Wei Wenbo, who grasped it. The originally weak Wei Wenbo suddenly felt as if he was holding the nine-day thunder and the sky and the universe!

Such power, Wei Wenbo had never even dreamed of it in his life. However, what gave him this power at this moment was just a sword, a dead object that did not even have life.

"The sword of the ancestors... the sword of the ancestors!" Wei Wenbo muttered to himself, and his veins suddenly bulged with excitement, and his skin turned red.

He kept telling himself in his heart: "That's it, the ancestors mentioned by the emperor should be so powerful! I actually have a sword given by my ancestors, so I can cut through the starry sky. What's the big deal about killing the thief on the opposite side?"

"You dog thief from the Xuanyin Sect, give me your life!" Wei Wenbo finally raised the shining five-foot-long sword in his hand, with a fierce face, and rushed towards the middle-aged man in black!

The middle-aged man in black had his eyes wide open, trying his best to resist. However, under the pressure of Huan Yin, how could he have the qualifications to move at all? Not to mention moving, he couldn't even use his spiritual power.

With a sword slash, the silver cold light passed from the black-clothed middle-aged man's head to his entire body, cutting him in half.

Wei Wenbo looked at his enemy for a long time, watching him die miserably, and finally relaxed, collapsed to the ground, unable to hold the sword.

Then, he immediately thought of something, and quickly used his last bit of strength to turn around and kowtow to Huan Yin: "Wei Wenbo, the unworthy disciple of Qingzhou Wuliangmen, kowtows to the ancestor!"