The Tale of Breaking Free to Cultivate Immortality

"Zeng Fanjie?" Someone exclaimed.

Isn't the guy named Zeng Ping just looking for Zeng Fanjie?

Moreover, Zeng Fanjie has been missing for four or five hundred years. Now he reappears and is already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul!

"Your name is Zeng Fanjie?" The Demon Palace envoy waved his hand, and the old man named Zeng Ping came to him in an instant.

"Do you recognize this person?" The Demon Palace envoy snorted coldly.

Zeng Ping looked around hesitantly. A group of late and peak Nascent Soul masters stood beside him. The sense of oppression made him panic.

That shriveled old man, a late Nascent Soul master who was so thin that he seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, was really his tall, mighty, and domineering uncle?

Zeng Ping hesitated a little. He hadn't seen him for nearly five hundred years, and he was unsure for a while.

The tall middle-aged man frowned. In fact, the result was already decided. When Mo Keqi saw this guy named Zeng Fanjie appear, he was so nervous that his face turned pale.

Even if the matter was different from what those guys said, it would not be too different.

"Ping'er, uncle is sorry for you. If I hadn't wanted to curry favor with the Seven Profound Sect, our Zeng family would not have fallen to this point." Zeng Fanjie's words made Zeng Ping burst into tears instantly.

At the beginning, for the sake of the Zeng family, the uncle put aside his overbearing temper and curry favor with Mo Keqi, who was one of the candidates for the Saint Son of the Seven Profound Sect at that time.

Mo Keqi was able to ascend to the throne of the Saint Son, and Zeng Fanjie's help was indispensable. The Zeng family also made a leap forward in a period of time.

After all, having Mo Keqi's care is equivalent to having the care of the Seven Profound Sect.

But Mo Keqi's character is what he should make friends with when he can use it.

When Zeng Fanjie showed an attitude of retreating, Mo Keqi took action and imprisoned the defenseless Zeng Fanjie in the God Iron Prison with the despicable means of drugging him!

This imprisonment lasted for hundreds of years.

Zeng Ping remembered clearly how his uncle, who was full of vigor and vitality, became silent before he left.

"Uncle!" The shriveled old man in front of him suddenly merged with the image of the tall and mighty uncle.

"Ping'er!" Zeng Fanjie waved his hand and shot a precious medicine. Zeng Ping's condition was really not good enough.

"Wait a moment, uncle will go to seek justice for my Zeng family first!" Zeng Fanjie stepped forward quickly and looked directly at the tall messenger of the Demon Palace.

"Mr. Messenger, Zeng Fanjie is here, please punish the old thief Mo Ke!" After Zeng Fanjie finished speaking, his body shook, and his shirt burst open, revealing a shriveled body.

Then he turned his back, revealing a horrifying scene.

Around his back, countless scars as big as pigeon eggs were entangled, as if they were deliberately marked on both sides of the spine.

But if you look closely, these scars are all body-piercing wounds.

"The Qixuan Sect has killed many fellow Taoists, using divine iron to control our spines, and plundering our blood day after day. The cruelty of their methods is comparable to hell on earth." When Zeng Fanjie looked at Mo Keqi, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze the world.

How much hatred and hatred must there be to have such a cold look when looking at a person.

"Brother Zengdao, you have been missing for hundreds of years, and Mo Keqi has been looking for you for hundreds of years. Why did you only appear now?" Mo Keqi forced himself to be calm.

He knew that he could not show his weakness, but if he had any guilty conscience, the messenger of the Demon Palace would suppress him instantly.

"Show up earlier? I have indeed escaped from your eyes for many years, but I dare not. If there is no messenger from the Demon Palace in front of me, you would have already killed people!" Zeng Fanjie said coldly.

"Brother Dao, what do you mean? We are sworn brothers! Brothers who have been in the same boat and shared life and death countless times!" Mo Keqi said again.

"Bah!" Zeng Fanjie spat angrily, "You are not worthy of the word brother!"

On the other side, Zhang Ji, who was the most likely to refine high-level magic weapons among the casual cultivators, also walked out suddenly.

"At the beginning, you also trapped Zhang with these two words." The appearance of Zhang Ji made Mo Keqi's face change again and again.

The other nine old ghosts were forced by Li Ruoyu not to show up.

There are still people behind the Qixuan Sect. If they expose themselves at this time, their safety will become a big problem, and the Qinglan Sect will fall into an endless abyss.

"They are all framing you?" the Demon Palace envoy said in a deep voice. His words shocked everyone's eardrums.

Mo Keqi was asked to step back repeatedly.

The Demon Palace envoy was here. It was impossible for him to kill people or shut up the two.

Especially Zeng Fanjie. In just 20 or 30 years, he went from the early stage of Yuanying to the late stage of Yuanying, especially after his blood essence was greatly damaged. How did he do it?

"Messenger, you are wise." Mo Keqi simply did not admit or deny it, and kicked the ball to the Demon Palace envoy.

"Humph." The Demon Palace envoy snorted silently.

"I will be able to see everything clearly. Let's go!" The tall middle-aged man waved his hand, and Mo Keqi, Zeng Fanjie, and even Zhang Ji disappeared with them.

A storm against Qinglan Sect passed, and Qixuan Sect became the main topic of discussion among many cultivators after dinner.

The Qixuan Gate was forcibly sealed off for thirty years, and countless people secretly applauded.

However, there were also a small number of people who left with unhappy faces because their relatives, friends, and even their ancestors might be trapped in the Qixuan Gate.

For a period of time afterwards, countless people were looking for the location of the Qixuan Gate.

Even if the Demon Palace messenger said that they were fine, these people still didn't believe it.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it. The current situation of Qixuan Sect is extremely embarrassing.

Even if it can get out of this incident, it will never be as glorious as before.

The mistake of robbing the blood descendants of ordinary blood is enough to make them despised by thousands of people.

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Qinglan Sect, Zhuofeng.

Li Ruoyu's face was extremely ugly. Zhang Lao's appearance with Xian Miao was planned.

But he didn't order that he had to run to the messenger of the Demon Palace to show off.

Especially with an extra old ghost Zeng!

Yes, Zhang Ji, who has profound attainments in formations and weapons and is known as the most likely to forge high-level magic weapons in the Divine Dynasty, is Zhang Laogui!

And Zeng Fanjie, that's right! It's the old ghost Zeng who has been following Li Ruoyu and has been in seclusion in recent years.

"Who told you to act without authorization?" Li Ruoyu was silent for nearly an hour before speaking.

A group of old ghosts, each with an unnatural look on their faces.

All of them are almost ten thousand years old, but now they are being questioned by a young boy, but they can't get angry.

Because no matter how angry Li Ruoyu is, it's because they did something wrong, they didn't discuss such a big thing with the lord.

It's not even a case of killing first and reporting later, and it even disrupted the lord's plan.