"Dad, what happened?" Daolin came to Dao Wuji and asked. He was too focused on boxing just now and did not hear the knock on the door below.
"A group of people are here, and they should be coming for your Grandpa Wei." Dao Wuji said with an excited expression.
"Who are they?"
"I don't know, but their expressions don't look kind!"
After hearing this, Daolin was about to go upstairs, but was caught by Dao Wuji.
"What are you going for?" Dao Wuji asked.
"They are coming to trouble Grandpa, we can't just sit idly by and do nothing!" Dolin said urgently.
"What the hell? What the hell! What kind of strength is your great-grandfather? They must be extraordinary if they dare to come here. It's no use to you." Dao Wuji said and gave Daolin a bang on the head.
"I'm worried now that our restaurant is in danger." Dao Wuji pulled Daolin toward the backyard.
"Collapse!" As soon as his words fell, a loud noise came, and Wei Zhengyang was seen wearing golden armor and rushing directly through the roof of the building towards the sky.
Four black shadows followed closely behind, and fragments of bricks, tiles, and sawdust fell like raindrops.
"It's over, it's over! The inheritance passed down from our ancestors is over!" Dao Wuji shouted with a sad look on his face.
Daolin looked up and saw all five people standing in the air, with four layers of black clothes surrounding the golden armor in the middle.
"You Xie Zang Gui are so audacious. I didn't look for you, but you came to our door yourself." Surrounded by four people, Wei Zhengyang didn't panic at all.
"Wei Zhengyang! In order to deal with you, we have four of the eight guardians today. Today next year will be your memorial day!"
"It's ridiculous! Just you guys!" Wei Zhengyang said disdainfully. His white hair suddenly stood up as he spoke, and a powerful aura swept across the sky.
The four Xie Zanghui protectors who were not far away from him were sent flying backwards by the air wave.
"Aren't you in the extraordinary realm?" One of the guardians said in shock.
"Your Xie Zang Society's information is really too backward. I was in the Creation Realm two years ago, and I was lucky enough to reach the eighth level of Creation some time ago. So, have you figured out whose memorial day is today next year?" Wei Zhengyang said with a sarcastic expression. said.
"Taoist boy, my great grandfather will show you the strength of "Naqi Guyuan Fist" today. You should watch it carefully and learn it hard!" Wei Zhengyang's strong voice came from the sky.
Daolin's eyes flashed, and he jumped to the top of the building, staring at Wei Zhengyang, for fear of missing something.
"Don't be too arrogant! Even if you reach the realm of creation, the four of us may not be able to kill you." The four Xie Zanghui protectors drew out their black long knives at the same time, and rushed toward Wei Zhengyang like the wind.
"Well done!" Wei Zhengyang shouted, visible ripples surged around his body, and powerful airflows blasted away.
"Is this the strength of the Creation Realm?" Daolin looked at Wei Zhengyang with envy.
"Shadow Blade Array, Shatter the Sky!" The four people lifted it up and slashed down. Behind them, a huge long knife appeared, and the four long knives fell together with their movements.
The huge blade rolled through the void, slashing towards Wei Zhengyang with terrifying pressure.
Wei Zhengyang's face was expressionless, his arms suddenly raised, and two huge palm marks rose into the air, supporting the four falling knife shadows in the air.
Then he turned his palms into claws, and with the marks on his two palms, he grabbed the four knife shadows in his hands and squeezed them hard. The sound of "ka ka ka ka ka" sounded, and the four knife shadows were directly broken by him.
The four Xie Zanghui Dharma protectors seemed to have been severely injured and took a few steps back.
"You are the only ones who dare to come. I really don't know if you are disliked by the evil king, so he sent you here to die!" Wei Zhengyang did not hide his ridicule in his words.
"Don't be too arrogant!" The four Xie Zanghui protectors shouted angrily, and bursts of black energy rose from the long knives in their hands.
Four rays of black energy gathered toward Wei Zhengyang's head, and soon a huge black sword took shape. The world suddenly darkened, and a terrifying power erupted directly.
"So... so strong!" Dolin swallowed hard, looking at the long knife in the sky that covered the sky and the sun, his whole body was trembling.
The long black knife fell slowly, and the space was distorted by oppression.
Wei Zhengyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a world-destroying pressure burst out from his body. He gathered strength and punched the top of his head. A huge white fist burst out and hit the black sword. The same punch The space around Ying continued to twist like boiling hot water.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, the color of the world changed, and huge energy spread in all directions at the speed of the naked eye.
"Be careful!" Daolin exclaimed, jumped down from the roof, grabbed Dao Wuji and ran towards the house.
"Rumble!" Continuous loud noises sounded throughout the entire sky.
Daolin pressed Dao Wuji under him, which could be said to be lying on his father's back, protecting him with all his strength.
A crack appeared in the roof behind them. The crack widened and the house collapsed with a crash, brick beams smashing into Dorian's back.
"Puff puff, Lin'er, how are you?" After the dust settled, Dao Wuji spat out the dust in his mouth and asked with concern.
Dolin shook his head, and dirt and debris fell down one after another: "I'm fine, but I'm afraid the town is doomed."
The father and son climbed out of the ruins, looked at the messy ruins all around, and listened to the cries from around them, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
"Lin'er, save people quickly, something big is going to happen now!" Dao Wuji shouted anxiously.
Daolin looked up into the air. Wei Zhengyang and the guardians of the Xie Zang Society were gone. He knew that Wei Zhengyang should have moved the battlefield away, so he no longer hesitated and followed his father over the broken wall to start rescuing the wounded.
"what's up?"
"my child!"
"Oh my God! My home! My house!"
The small town of Yitiantian is small, with more than a hundred households. The originally lively town was now in ruins, with curses...crying... coming and going.
The common people were either disgraced or covered in blood. Their appearance of being hopeless made Dolin inexplicably sad.
With the powerful strength of the warrior, he began to rescue the wounded trapped in the ruins.
Seeing the villagers he was so familiar with unfortunately fall under the rubble, Dolin felt even more uncomfortable, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred for the sudden appearance of Xie Zanghui.
During the continuous search and rescue, the sun had already set. Dolin panted and sat on the ruins of the original restaurant, staring at the sky with stars in a daze.
"Are you okay?" Dao Wuji moved his fat body over and walked over. His originally gorgeous clothes were now almost like a beggar.
"Is this what martial arts is like? Once a person becomes strong, he will never care about ordinary people again, right?" Daolin said without looking back.
Dao Wuji sighed and sat next to Daolin with difficulty without speaking.
"Back then, my ancestor was focused on practicing martial arts. He told me that he had no intention of managing the sect. Is this because he has become stronger and doesn't care about ordinary people anymore."
"The same goes for Grandpa Wei and those from the Xie Zang Society. They have noble status and extraordinary strength, so they can fight without any scruples."
"Xie Zanghui, I must make them pay the price! Definitely!" Dolin continued, his eyes were calm and scary, and a seed of hatred for Xie Zanghui took root in his heart.
