Chapter 2043: May not be dead

Walking from Lingjing Peak to the inside, Zhang Yifeng's heart grew colder and colder.
Those familiar buildings in the past have turned into a pile of rubble and ruins at this moment, and the disciples of Lingjing Xianju have become a pile of bones on the ground.
After walking to the square where the inner disciples practice martial arts daily, Zhang Yifeng stopped.
He stared closely at a huge stone monument in front of him, his eyes full of sadness.
I saw that the stone tablet in front of him had been broken in half, and a handsome middle-aged man was leaning against the stone tablet, and his whole body was chained to the stone tablet.
The chain pierced his shoulder blades, and there was still bright red blood remaining on the chain, but the blood had dried up.
Perhaps it was because the middle-aged man's cultivation base was strong. Although he had been dead for a long time, his body showed no signs of decay.
"Elder Xiu!" Looking at the middle-aged man who was chained in front of him, the expression of grief and anger in Zhang Yifeng's eyes had reached an extreme.
He not only knew the person in front of him, but also very familiar.
In Lingjing Xianju, in addition to his master Lingjing Fairy, there are several elders of the sect. The man in front of him is Xiu Wuhen, who is one of the elders of Lingjing Xianju.
In his previous life, Zhang Yifeng had a very good relationship with this elder, and it was precisely because of Xiu Wuhen's support that he could become a pill king in his previous life.
It can be said that in Lingjing Xianju, except for his master's accident, the person he respects most is Xiu Wuhen.
But he never expected that after rebirth, he and Xiu Wuhen would meet again like this.
Zhang Yifeng walked to Xiu Wuhen and probed his breath, and found that Xiu Wuhen had been out of breath for a long time.
Moreover, after approaching, he discovered that Xiu Wuhen's body had many penetrating wounds, like being injured by a sharp sword.
Even more terrifying is that in Xiu Wuhen's chest, a hole the size of a fist was broken.
Zhang Yifeng speculated that it was this blood hole in his chest that broke the vitality of Xiu Wuhen.
It's just that he couldn't believe that Xiu Wuhen is a powerful physical practitioner. Who can make a hole in his chest?
"Elder Xiu, can you tell me who did all this?" Zhang Yifeng tremblingly asked as he looked at Xiu Wuhen's body.
However, Xiu Wuhen had already fallen, and he was destined to be unable to answer his questions.
"what!"
With extreme grief and anger, Zhang Yifeng roared and smashed the stone tablet with a fist, and then used the Scar of the Sky to cut all the chains that were bound to Xiu Wuhen.
Zhang Yifeng's expression was gloomy and a little terrifying. He was holding Xiu Wuji's corpse and was about to walk aside.
But at this moment, his body violently froze in place, because on the fragment of the stone tablet behind Xiu Wuhen, he saw a few words of blood written in blood.
"Save... the head!"
Although it was only a short three words, Zhang Yifeng saw it in his eyes, but he stirred up stormy seas in his heart.
Master!
There is only one person who can be called the head of Xiu Wuhen, and that is his master, Fairy Lingjing.
"Master is not dead!"
This is the result of Zhang Yifeng's speculation and removal from these blood words, and based on the blood words left by Xiu Wuhen, his speculation is likely to be true!
His master is really not dead!
Although there were only three short words in front of him, great hope was ignited in Zhang Yifeng's heart.
He believes that as long as Master is not dead, he will be able to find her and rescue her!
"Master, if you are still alive, you must wait for me, I will find out the truth!"
Zhang Yifeng kept roaring in his heart.
After calming down, Zhang Yifeng held Xiu Wuhen's body and walked under a peach tree in the back mountain.
"Elder Xiu, you loved this peach tree only when you were alive, and now I will bury you under this peach tree, hoping that this peach tree can accompany you."
"If you have spirit in the sky, please bless me to find my enemies as soon as possible and avenge you and those who died tragically!"
"I swear by Zhang Yifeng, I will do it!"
After Xiu Wuming was buried, Zhang Yifeng came to Danjian Pavilion.
Pill sword pavilion is the training ground that belongs to him and his master alone. In his previous life, he loved alchemy, while his master practiced kendo, and he was not very knowledgeable in alchemy.
At sunset, Zhang Yifeng would always stop practicing alchemy, fascinatingly admiring the graceful figure of Master practicing sword in the afterglow of the setting sun.
It's just that now this place has also become a ruin. The beauty of the past is no longer known where it drifted away.
After staying in the Danjian Pavilion for a long time, Zhang Yifeng came to the Lingjing Temple again, where his master and the elder of the Zongmen discussed matters.
It's just that, like Danjian Pavilion, this place has become a ruin. Although the main hall is still there, it has become a mess. The grandeur and majesty of the past has long ceased to exist.
However, Zhang Yifeng had already prepared in his heart, he put away his sorrow, took firm and heavy steps, and slowly walked into the Lingjing Temple.
He didn't stay at all, and came all the way to a scarlet pillar deep in the Lingjing Hall.
"Fortunately, the agency is still there."
Seeing a button in an inconspicuous corner under the pillar, Zhang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief.
This mechanism was designed by an deceased he invited. Apart from him and his master, there is no third person in Lingjing Xianju who knows, because it is a secret that belongs to him and his master.
According to the memory method, Zhang Yifeng gently turned on the mechanism.
"Kacha, Kacha!"
After hearing a few clear sounds, a light door suddenly appeared on the wall to the left of Zhang Yifeng.
This light gate is a portal designed by his deceased, through this portal, you can teleport to the real secret realm of Lingjing Xianju.
Zhang Yifeng discovered that secret realm by accident. At that time, he only told his master the secret.
After discussing with his master, they decided to keep this secret and use it as the last refuge of the Lingjing Xianju.
He believed that in the moment of the crisis of life and death, his master would definitely leave a fire of hope for the school in that secret realm.
Zhang Yifeng stepped into the portal, and saw the portal's brilliance flash, and instantly disappeared from the wall, as if it had never appeared before.
Zhang Yifeng also disappeared at the same time as the portal.
In a mountain stream where birds and flowers fragrant, Zhang Yifeng's body suddenly appeared. He first glanced at the surrounding environment, and then barely smiled in his eyes.
"King Hua Shui Yue, this place is so beautiful...it's a pity..."
Zhang Yifeng sighed in his heart.
This place is exactly the secret realm that only he and his master know except for his old friend. They gave it a very nice name, Jing Hua Shui Yue.