"What else do you want?"

Murong Bo was angry and murderous intent was everywhere, like a fierce beast.

Li Tie, the owner of the Evil Moon Hall, whispered softly, "President Lei, let's stop today's affairs. Don't chase the enemy. The Thunder Sword in Murong Bo's hand is not a joke!"

Leiyun Mountain had a blue face and looked extremely ugly. Without the help of Tianwu Palace and Xieyue Pavilion, he would not be able to compete with the Xuantian Sword Sect with his Ten Thousand Beast Sect alone. Many people were still afraid of Murong Bo's Thunder Sword, including himself.

"In two days, my son Lei Hao will visit him in person and marry Wei Yue'er, the daughter of a noble daughter. Why do you and I will soon become the in-laws?"

Leiyun Mountain forced a smile, "No matter how sinister and vicious my Leiyun Mountain is, I can't kill them all, so I ignore my mercy!"

Murong Bo did not turn around and led the Xuantian Sword Sect out of Piaomiao Palace.

"Master Murong! I remember that two days later will be the day for your Murong family and my Lei family to be happy! I will hold a banquet in Zuifeng Tower and congratulate you on your visit!"

Leiyun Mountain had a ferocious face and a cunning smile.

When I opened the palace gate of Piaomiao Palace, the night was slightly cool, and it seemed that the entire Piaomiao Peak was a desolate scene.

The road from Piaomiao Peak to Choulong City was basically a downhill road. Almost no one spoke along the way. Murong Chen could clearly hear the sound of horse hooves, which might have really shone back. Murong Chen felt that his limbs had strength and his breathing was much smoother.

Two hours later, I returned to the Dragon City. It was late at night and it was almost four o'clock.

Snow suddenly floated in the sky. The white snow made the palace buildings of the Dragon City freshly decorated. The snowflakes were very big, as big as a baby's fist, and it kept falling.

"Sect Master, it has not snowed for thirty years since the fallen dragon city. If there are strange phenomena in the sky, a genius must have come to the fallen dragon city! The auspicious young master will have a look of heaven!"

The black elder of Xuantian Sword Sect glanced at Murong Chen's carriage and said meaningfully.

Murong Bo was in a very depressed mood and didn't say anything.

Everyone returned to Murong Mansion! Outside the Murong Mansion house, lanterns were hung high, and the autumn wind blew by. Two big words about phoenix floating in the lantern: Xuantian, danced accordingly.

Murong Chen felt that his body was not painful, and all five senses returned to normal.

He knew clearly that this might be the last hour of his life, and he might die at the fifth day of the day.

"father!"

Murong Chen looked at Murong Bo.

"Yue'er! You all go back and rest!"

Murong Chen smiled, "I want to be alone and stay quietly for a while."

Wei Yue'er kept crying, her eyes red, "Brother Chen!"

"Yue'er, I'm fine, I just want to stay alone for a while!"

Murong Chen held back the tears in his eyes and looked at Murong Bo, "Dad, thank you for your love for me over the years. I can only repay my gratitude for the next life!"

Murong Bo's eyes were wet, "Children, it's the fault of his father. He is incompetent and has no cultivation. He can't save you!"

"Don't blame dad!"

Murong Chen lay on the bed and smiled.

"Weiyue, come with dad!"

Murong Bo pushed open the door, and although he was reluctant, he was helpless. After hesitating for a moment, he took a heavy step.

Wei Yue'er had already cried and turned around every three steps, reluctant to leave... It was so quiet! Murong Chen wanted to fall asleep quietly, but he left this world in his sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't sleep.

"Broken Soul Cliff!"

Murong Chen thought of the place he went most often. He had his own cave for cultivation at the Broken Soul Cliff. In that hidden cave, he refined a lot of elixirs. It was also on the Broken Soul Cliff that he repeatedly induced thunder to temper his body, strengthened his body, and stimulated the potential of his body.

Broken Soul Cliff has been with me for many years. Where did I practice alone appear before my eyes day and night, broken trees and broken rocks, there are so many memories of myself.

"I'm going to the Broken Soul Cliff!"

Strengthening his belief, Murong Chen stood up, took his sword and headed towards the Broken Soul Cliff.

It was still snowing heavily in the Dragon City, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. Murong Chen raised his head and opened his mouth. The heavy snowflakes fell into his mouth. The bitterness was slightly sweet, and the fragrance was mixed with the taste of soil.

Murong Chen was in a good mood and had no pain at all. At this moment, he was as light as a swallow, speeding in the forest of Broken Soul Cliff. Everything here was so familiar.

The Falling Dragon City in the Snow is so beautiful, and the Broken Soul Cliff in the Snow is even more beautiful.

Murong Chen seemed to have reached the state of selflessness, and this might be the quietness before death.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Murong Chen came to the Broken Soul Cliff, spread his arms, and breathed the fresh air hard.

"It's really a cold and cold world! Unexpectedly, the eldest young master of the Murong family came to the Broken Soul Cliff to commit suicide at the midnight of the night!"

"who?

!”

Murong Chen turned around and asked in surprise.

In front of me was an old man in a purple robe. The old man was leisurely walking, wearing a mask on his head, and his breath was much more restrained. Murong Chen could still feel that the old man had a profound cultivation level and was unfathomable.

Murong Chen argued: "I am a strong man! I will never commit suicide! Suicide is a coward's stupid behavior."

"Haha! A child can teach you!"

The old man in purple robe laughed, "You have been practicing on this Broken Soul Cliff over the years, so hard!"

Murong Chen was shocked. Almost no one knew about the practice of his cultivation at the Broken Soul Cliff. How did this old man in purple robe know, "Who are you?

!”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is who you Murong Chen is!?

And your life experience!"

The old man said kindly, with a very kind tone.

"life experience?

!I am the eldest son of the Murong family, what's wrong?"

Murong Chen asked the old man in purple robe.

"Well! Murong Bo is nice to you, what a pity!"

The old man in purple robe smiled slightly.

Murong Chen picked up the sword on the ground, walked forward a few steps, and shouted: "I don't care who you are, don't want to hurt my family!"

"Yeah?"

The old man in purple robe waved his hand gently.

Crack! The sword in Murong Chen's hand broke from the middle and became two pieces.

The swords of the Xuantian Sword Sect are made of thousands of years of black iron and are very hard. When the purple robe waves, the swords are formed into two pieces, which shows that the cultivation level is profound.

Murong Chen thought to himself that the old man in purple robe was mysterious and his cultivation was even more unfathomable. Over the years, he might have been observing himself secretly. Unexpectedly, he originally thought of coming to the Broken Soul Cliff to die, but he met a master.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Murong Chen quickly said, "Please accept me as his disciple and give me some advice!"

"Ha ha!"
Chapter completed!