Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...
Every part of the elder's face seemed to be carved from the same mold as Zhong Wen. The only difference was that in his eyes, there was a hint of maturity and vicissitudes unique to middle-aged men.
It’s really exactly the same!
Staring at this familiar face again and again, Zhong Wen's beauties such as Lin Zhiyun, Shi Yu and Liu Qiqi couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
If it weren't for the difference in age and temperament, the girls would almost think that Zhong Wen was deliberately making trouble, while the real elder had already died in his hands.
After all, they were the sweethearts who once shared the same bed with each other, and now an "older version" suddenly appeared, which immediately made these beauties feel awkward and difficult to accept from the bottom of their hearts.
Father and son?
brother?
It’s still... me!
Shiyu's mind was racing, and he kept guessing about the relationship between the great elder and Zhong Wen. The more he thought about it, the more fishy he felt, and his expression became more solemn.
Both of them came from the Three Saints Realm, so of course she wouldn't know Zhong Wen's origins.
Based on this alone, the possibility that the Great Elder and Zhong Wen are father, son or brothers is as low as dust, and can even be said to be close to zero.
Could it be that Zhong Wen is his...chaos clone?
When she thought of this third possibility, even though she was strong-willed and kind-hearted, she couldn't help but shudder all over.
And she was obviously not the only one who guessed this possibility.
Xianggong once admitted that his soul came from ten thousand years ago and he was a disciple of Yaowang Valley.
If his body is the Chaos clone of the Great Elder, how should the soul calculate?
Lin Zhiyun recalled Zhong Wen's words on Qingfeng Mountain, and felt so confused that it was difficult to straighten things out for a while.
The Great Elder seemed not to notice the vacillation of the people around him. He just stared at Tie Wudi quietly, as if he wanted to see the flowers on his face.
"Zhong Wen?"
Tie Wudi slowly lowered his sword and asked tentatively.
Those who are attentive can find that countless stars of spiritual light are constantly emanating from his head, shoulders and torso, slowly floating up to the sky.
The great elder slowly shook his head, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
"That's what I said."
Tie Wudi chuckled and said, "If it were that boy, he probably wouldn't stand there and receive my sword."
"Your sword is invincible."
The great elder's voice was softer than ever before, "It's a pity that the mortal body cannot carry the power of the chaos level."
"yes."
More and more spiritual light continued to escape from Tie Wudi, but he always had a smile on his face, "It's a pity that we couldn't let that kid Zhong Wen also taste the power of this sword."
"Why bother?"
As if he could no longer bear the sword wound on his body, the great elder slowly spread his right hand. In the palm of his hand lay a crystal clear elixir, and then threw it into his mouth without hesitation, "You are dead. This is so shocking." If Yan’s sword has no one to inherit it, it will eventually be buried in the long river of history.”
As he spoke, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon began to scab.
"Tie is so old that he should have been buried long ago."
Tie Wudi shrugged nonchalantly, "Isn't it good to leave opportunities to young people? The world will belong to them sooner or later. Besides, you will take the sword. What else am I not satisfied with? There are always some people in this world who think that the secrets of cultivation are They are all older and more advanced. They are always obsessed with inheritance. They don’t think about things like martial arts and spiritual skills. They were created by people. How come future generations stand on the shoulders of their predecessors, so why will they get worse and worse? Isn’t it getting better?”
His speaking voice was not loud, but every word could be clearly heard in everyone's ears. It had a deafening feeling, which actually caused many of the Chaos Realm bosses present to fall into deep thought. Only Wu Lanxin The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"That makes sense."
The great elder nodded slightly, seemed to be quite satisfied, and replied calmly.
"Since Tie is able to create the eleventh form of Dao Tian, my four major disciples of Jiange may not be able to create the more powerful twelfth and thirteenth forms."
More and more spots of light floated out of Tie Wudi's body, and his legs from the knees down had completely disappeared. However, his tone was calm and soft, as if he was chatting with an old friend over tea, "I am an old and old man, and I will be replaced by four." Isn’t the future of a young man very valuable?”
"Tie Wudi, if you think that you can advance to Chaos just by entering the door, you are totally wrong."
Wu Lanxin, who had always remained silent, suddenly interjected, "The Gate of Chaos today is no longer what it used to be. If you sacrifice yourself to send those four little guys in, the result may not be as you wish."
"so what?"
Tie Wudi was startled for a moment, but then he quickly laughed, "As the saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on oneself. Tie even sent them through the Gate of Chaos, is it possible that they still need an old man like me to help them?" Can you urinate in shit? Everyone has their own destiny, and what happens next depends on their fate."
As he spoke, the lower half of his body had completely disappeared, leaving only the upper half still floating in the air, flickering on and off, dotted with stars, looking indescribably weird, yet inexplicably feeling holy.
"I, Wu Lanxin, am here."
Wu Lanxin seemed to deliberately not let him go safely. She suddenly sneered and said, "Even if they enter the Gate of Chaos, they will never get any luck."
"Old Madam Wu, after all these years, you really haven't changed at all."
When he said this, Tie Wudi only had one head and half of his body left, but the smile on his face became brighter, "He looks like a fairy, but his heart is like a snake and a scorpion. He looks gentle, but in fact he is cold. Thanks to me for holding back." I didn’t pursue you anymore, otherwise I’m afraid not even the bones and dregs would be left.”
"presumptuous!"
Hearing his rude words, Biyin, the girl in the red dress, had her pretty face darkened, and suddenly shot out a terrifying force from her palm, hitting the old man hard, "Who do you think you are, to covet the Lord's appearance?"
However, this terrifying aura passed directly through Tie Wudi's body, as if it hit the air, and was not hindered at all.
"Little girl, you know how to use a hammer!"
At this moment, Tie Wudi's head was dimmed to the extreme, as if he was somewhere between existence and non-existence, looming, no longer solid, but there was not much nostalgia for the human world on his face. Instead, he laughed and said, "Don't look at what I am doing now." He looks like this, but he was also a handsome young man who attracted many beautiful girls to fall in his arms. Please ask Wu Lanxin if he took the initiative to make secret glances at me when he was young."
"You fart..."
Biyin was very angry after hearing this, and was about to yell, but saw that Tie Wudi's figure had completely disappeared, and only the sword in his hand fell freely, landing on the mountain wall, making a crisp "clang" sound.
This feeling of just rolling up her sleeves and arguing, but suddenly having no opponent, made her feel aggrieved. She instinctively wanted to turn around and talk to Wu Lanxin.
Unexpectedly, what caught his eye was the Lord's complex and subtle expression, which seemed a little ashamed and angry, but also had a hint of resentment.
No way, no way!
Could it be that the Lord was really interested in this bad old man back then?
As a result, the fire of gossip in Biyin's heart suddenly ignited, and his eyes wandered back and forth between the place where his master and Tie Wudi disappeared, as if he wanted to see the flowers in this pair of men and women who had different paths.
The sacrifice of the best swordsman in the world was originally a tragic story, but with Tie Wudi's interruption before his death, the atmosphere was unexpectedly relaxed and even slightly funny.
"Brother Ye, now that your son has entered the Gate of Chaos."
While everyone was still immersed in the emotions of Tie Wudi's death, Wu Lanxin came to her senses first, suddenly turned to look at Ye Tiange and said, "There should be no reason to continue fighting between you and me, right?"
Ye Tiange did not answer, but looked at her with a half-smile, his expression was quite amusing.
"As my little sister said before, these little guys can't escape my control even if they are in the Gate of Chaos."
Wu Lanxin continued, "How about we make a deal?"
"What should I say?" Ye Tiange narrowed his eyes, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
"You help me deal with Lituo Bin."
Wu Lanxin smiled brightly, like spring returning to the earth, flowers blooming, indescribably beautiful and moving, "I promise that your son will return safely, successfully advance to Chaos, and the previous incident of him trespassing into the Gate of Chaos will also be wiped out, how about it?"
"Can!"
She originally thought she would have to spend more time, but unexpectedly, Ye Tiange agreed readily without even thinking about it. Then he turned around suddenly, raised the sky-opening ax high in his hand, and slashed hard in the direction of everyone on the shore of the land. Go, a bright blade of light shoots out, and the terrifying aura seems to cut the world in half.
Feeling the violent aura contained in this axe, Shiyu and others were all shocked, and their expressions instantly turned ugly.
…
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
At the same time, in a courtyard thousands of miles away, Ye Dongfeng slowly lowered the Yun Dao Needle in his hand, turned to look at Feng Wuya beside him, expressionless, and said word by word, "Your four disciples , have all entered the Gate of Chaos."
"Brother Ye's formation skills are truly unparalleled in the world."
The smile on Feng Wuya's face was gentle and charming, and he praised sincerely, "Teleporting twelve people through the air from thousands of miles away. This magical method really amazes me."
"There's no need to say more about flattery."
However, Ye Dongfeng did not appreciate it. Instead, he stretched out his left hand in a begging gesture, "The three-year agreement has come, is it time for you to fulfill your promise?"
