But just when he was thinking about how to rescue Zhao Jun, a cold gaze fell on him.
As the gaze fell, Zhao Jingcheng felt his heart tremble a little. He followed the gaze and saw Fang Ling looking at him coldly.
This was a gaze full of murderous intent, which gave Zhao Jingcheng an instinctive chill in his heart. Although he was half-powerful, he could still feel that if he allowed this kind of gaze to suppress his heart for an hour, he might go crazy.
After calming down, Zhao Jingcheng finally gritted his teeth and took the lead in speaking to Fang Ling: "Zhenjun, Xiaoyao Zhenjun's letter has been brought here. If you don't have any instructions, my subordinates will have to leave!"
"Since Xiaoyao brought me a letter, if I don't reply, wouldn't it mean that I am too unkind?" Fang Ling smiled, and the murderous intention dissipated completely at this moment.
If he, a subordinate of True Lord Xiaoyao, is used as a punching bag by True Lord Wuyue without following the rules, then there will be no place for him to express his grievances.
He showed a respectful attitude at the moment, waiting quietly for Fang Ling to write him a letter. But Fang Ling had no intention of writing a letter. Instead, he said to Yin Qingjun who was standing aside: "Bring that stone over."
The stone Fang Ling was talking about was a stone on a hill a hundred feet away. This stone was only the size of a fist. But looking from a distance, it looks like a mountain peak.
It is precisely because of the shape of the stone. That's why the Yin family placed it on top of the rockery in the garden.
As a half-step master who has been practicing for many years, Zhao Jingcheng almost looked at it at the first sight. You can be sure that this is an ordinary stone, not a magic weapon.
Yin Qingjun gently picked up the stone and brought it to Fang Ling. Fang Ling took the stone and smiled, then handed the stone to Zhao Jingcheng and said, "You can take this stone."
Zhao Jingcheng looked at the stone and thought that he already understood what this person meant. That is to tell True Lord Xiaoyao that he is like a stone and will never compromise.
Regarding this attitude, Zhao Jingcheng sneered secretly in his heart. He knew his master's temper, and Fang Ling's behavior was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Thinking about his son, he thought to himself: "To add more fuel to the fire, the better. Grandma, I really hope Lord Zhenjun can take action and kill this guy directly."
But he knew in his heart what he was thinking. He should just be able to think about it. It shouldn¡¯t be difficult for True Lord Xiaoyao to defeat the Five Sacred Lords, but it would be a matter of killing him. I'm afraid it won't be easy.
Taking the stone with both hands, Zhao Jingcheng said goodbye and left. He is the same as when he arrived. Walk outward step by step.
At the beginning, what he was thinking about was after returning. How should I tell this matter to Zhenjun Xiaoyao?
"Could it be said that Fang Ling is just like a stone? By giving this stone, is he provoking you, the master?"
You must tell a reason that will make the master burst into rage and kill him directly. Only in this way can he save his son.
Just as thoughts were swirling in his mind, Zhao Jingcheng felt that the stone in his hand suddenly became heavier.
A hundred catties, a thousand catties, ten thousand catties
The moment he felt this way, the stone in his hand was as heavy as a mountain.
In addition to the heaviness of the stone, he also felt that there was an aura of dominance in heaven and earth emanating from the stone.
This kind of aura suppressed his mind and gave him an urge to collapse. Under the suppression of this aura, the magic power and magic techniques felt like they were having difficulty operating.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Jingcheng's mouth. As he spit out the blood, Zhao Jingcheng felt a little more relaxed.
But there was no joy in his heart, because this mouthful of blood was the blood essence in his body. Normally, even when desperate, he would be reluctant to spend one or two mouthfuls.
But now, he was holding a stone and spitting out such a mouthful of blood, which made him feel distressed and even more uncomfortable.
However, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he had to leave here quickly. If he didn't leave, the Five Sacred Lords might have other means to deal with him.
At this moment, he really felt like he wanted to strangle his son to death. Although that woman made him feel uncontrollable, his unlucky son didn't take a good look at who the woman was, and dared to attack her. .
Step by step, Zhao Jingcheng held the stone in his hand and walked forward step by step. With each step, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
From the time he left the small courtyard until Zhao Jingcheng left the Yin house, Zhao Jingcheng walked more than five hundred steps in total, but in the end, he vomited seventy-six mouthfuls of blood.
The reason why he didn¡¯t vomit later was because he had already vomited all his essence and blood. At this time, he had no essence and blood to vomit.
Being unable to vomit blood does not mean that Zhao Jingcheng is fine. On the contrary, his Nascent Soul was greatly damaged. When he walked out of the Yin family, he almost fell to the late Nascent Soul state.
Anyone who sees Zhao Jingcheng at this moment will feel that his face is as white as paper.
Outside the Yin family's door, countless eyes were looking at him quietly. In these eyes, there was fear and even gloating.
Facing these gazes, Zhao Jingcheng's heart kept trembling. He cast his gaze on the stone again, because he felt that the stone suddenly became lighter again.
It should even be said that the stone has regained its weight.
This result, although it came a little later, is still much better than nothing. Zhao Jingcheng looked at the stone in his hand, and the resentment and fear in his heart increased by five points.
He held on and wanted to sacrifice the three-colored colorful clouds so that he could find the True Lord Xiaoyao with him, but before he could sacrifice the colorful clouds, he felt the stone in his hand begin to heat up.
How is this going?
Just when Zhao Jingcheng¡¯s eyes turned to the stone again, the small stone had turned into powder. A small green ancient monument turned into a rainbow of light and flew straight towards the small courtyard.
Zhao Jingcheng understood that the letter he was asked to bring to True Lord Xiaoyao did not exist at all. The reason why Fang Ling got such a stone for him was to punish himself through this method.
It should even be said that he is using this method to deal with himself.
I thought he sent a stone to True Lord Xiaoyao to make him feel as hard as a rock.
Now it seems that I was too self-righteous and thought too much. After glancing in the direction where his son was hanging, Zhao Jingcheng turned away.
A depressing atmosphere, centered on the Yin family, began to spread in all directions. The reason for this depressing atmosphere was only because of two people.
Or rather, two true kings!
There must be a battle between the two True Lords of the Five Mountains, Fang Ling and True Lord Xiaoyao. This is almost the judgment of the entire world.
In the eyes of everyone, whether it was the golden light of three thousand feet, or the rolling character with a powerful sword, it became the reason for the two to start a war.
What¡¯s more, Zhao Jingcheng, a half-step almighty, was crushed by a stone from the Five Sacred Lords, causing him to vomit blood every step of the way and his vitality was severely damaged.
Although this happened not long ago, it has already begun to spread crazily throughout the business world.
Many people even speculated that the Five Mountains True Lord Fang Ling cast a mysterious forbidden method on that stone. Otherwise, its power would not be so tyrannical.
Many mortals of the Yin family began to move away from the Yin family at this moment, and even some of the guests who lived in the Yin family began to find reasons to leave in a hurry.
After all, this is a battle between two true kings, and once these two fight, it is not impossible to destroy the entire city. Mortals like them are buried in the aftermath of the fight between the two true kings. Who can I talk to to reason with you?
"One day, I will be like the True Lord of the Five Mountains, giving someone a stone, and then crushing the villain to vomit blood every step of the way!" Many young people with dreams looked up at Zhao Junchu who was hanging on the stone pillar. At this time, he clenched his fists and said to himself.
Zhao Junchu's consciousness at this time has begun to become a little blurry. Naturally, he does not know that he, a dissolute person, has become an inspiration to others.
He hung on a high stone pillar, so he could clearly see his father's departure. He didn't mind that his father seemed a little uncomfortable when he left.
What he cares about is why his father didn't rescue him!
Seven days later, he felt that his mind began to wander, and the stone that Fang Ling asked him to nod to seemed to be smiling at him.
Although this kind of smile seemed to Zhao Junchu to be a sarcastic smile, a trace of excitement could not help but appear on his face.
The stubborn stone nodded. This stone has already smiled. Is it still far from being able to nod?
Although he felt a lot of physical discomfort, Zhao Junchu still endured his discomfort and spoke loudly towards the stubborn stone.
Of course, his behavior is a pure fool in the eyes of many people. How could Stubborn Stone nod his head? This was clearly the Lord of the Five Sacred Mountains who wanted to kill him.
Naturally, Zhao Junchang spoke loudly to the stone.The situation has been reported to Fang Ling. Regarding this matter, Fang Ling just nodded lightly and stopped talking.
He really didn¡¯t care about Zhao Jun¡¯s life or death.
He was waiting for the mysterious True Lord Xiaoyao. Since this True Lord was so loud, he couldn't help but want to see what he was capable of.
But three days later, Fang Ling did not wait for True Lord Xiaoyao, but True Lord Five Poisons did.
The appearance of the Five Poisons True Lord seemed to be a bit younger than that of the previous days. The Five Poisons True Lord, who was dressed in a colorful Taoist robe, sat down next to Fang Ling, with a wry smile on his face and said: "Fang Ling Brother, even though I know you won¡¯t like to hear something I say, I still want to say it.¡± (To be continued¡)