"Xiaowei!"

The wind dissipated and turned into a human figure, it was Baili Changsheng.

Baili Changsheng looked at the wounds on his son's body. He didn't seem to feel much sadness, and his eyes were full of deep thoughts.

"How come elders Feng and Hong didn't die here..."

Baili Changsheng emitted his spiritual consciousness and searched everywhere, but could not sense anyone else's aura.

He closed his eyes and kneaded the secrets, using the method of divine calculation.

He wanted to know what happened to his son Bailiwei before his death.

As the seals in his hands changed, Baili Changsheng frowned even more tightly.

"How could there be two people? This matter is indeed a bit strange!"

Although he didn't know the details, he calculated that the person who killed Bailiwei and the guardian around him was not the same person, but two murderers!

"No matter what, this matter is related to Tang Fan, maybe he is his accomplice! As long as we catch Tang Fan, everything will be clear!"

Baili Changsheng's eyes shot out a fierce light, and he radiated the fire of cultivation to cremate his son. Then he took out a porcelain jar and put the ashes into a storage bag.

"Xiaowei, after I kill Tang Fan, I will take you home!"

Baili Changsheng's face was gloomy, and while he was calculating, he flew deep into the mountain forest.

Soon, his figure landed on a peak.

There is a cave there and there are some traces of a fight.

"It's the breath of Feng and Hong!"

Baili Changsheng landed at the entrance of the cave, and when he was about to calculate the formula, a soft sigh suddenly came from his ears: "You, the self-righteous grandsons of Zhengyang Sect, really think you can calculate destiny!"

"This world is like a dream, and whatever you can figure out is also false..."

"Who, get out!"

Baili Changsheng looked horrified and broke into a cold sweat.

With his level of spiritual transformation, it is terrible that he is touched by someone without even realizing it.

However, Baili Chang Shengli used his spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings, but could not sense any aura...

Baili Changsheng knew that he had met someone he couldn't afford to offend.

He cupped his fists and bowed to the void, and said, "I wonder if you have any advice from me, senior? Can you show me your words?"

"You watch it!"

This man's voice seemed to fall from the sky, and the flying ashes around him seemed to be guided by the voice, flying up one after another and turning into little stars.

These light spots merged together and turned into a light curtain in front of Baili Changsheng.

The light curtain distorted, and the scene of Tang Fan's previous fight with Bai Liwei and the others appeared.

Although the picture was blurry and somewhat fragmented, it allowed Baili Changsheng to see clearly that it was indeed not Tang Fan who killed his son...

Baili Changsheng breathed rapidly, secretly guessing at the mysterious man's cultivation level.

"boom……"

After a muffled sound, the light curtain disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Did you see clearly?"

"I can see it clearly, thank you for your guidance, senior!"

"What do you think?"

"Both of them deserve to die!"

Baili Changsheng hated Tang Fan more than the young man in white.

In his opinion, the initiator was still Tang Fan!

"If you want revenge, I won't stop you, but you need to stay in seclusion here for three days first!"

"What?"

When Baili Changsheng was wondering, a black strong wind suddenly blew up from all around. This wind was irresistible and directly swept Baili Changsheng into the cave.

"let me go!"

Baili Changsheng screamed loudly. With his cultivation level, he had not been targeted like this for many years.

But there was no sound outside, and the mysterious man seemed to have left.

"I don't believe you can't get out if you pretend to be a ghost!"

Baili Changsheng radiated his cultivation and rushed towards the cave entrance with his hand, but was bounced back again.

A formation had been set up by a mysterious man outside the cave, making it impossible for him to shake it.

"ah!"

"let me out!"

Boom boom boom...

Baili Changsheng exerted his strongest magical power, but still could not shake the formation at all...

…

When Feng Chunyan opened her eyes, Tang Fan was sitting opposite her meditating.

She slept very deeply and felt very tired, but in this fatigue, she felt extremely relaxed.

She looked down, straightened her clothes, and looked at Tang Fan shyly.

Tang Fan opened his eyes and asked, "Is the injury okay?"

"Well, it's okay. What kind of pill did you give me? Why did it make me sleep so deeply? I don't seem to remember anything."

"Don't remember anything?"

Tang Fan looked into her eyes and asked.

"Well, I don't even remember."

Feng Chunyan's face turned red and she turned away.

"That's bad!"

"What's wrong?"

Tang Fan said disappointedly: "Yesterday, before you went to bed, I passed on the formula of the Blood Soul Illusion Sutra to you!"

"real?"

Feng Chunyan was taken aback and thought hard, but her mind went blank and she couldn't remember anything.

"Good junior brother, can you teach me one more time?"

Feng Chunyan stepped forward and acted coquettishly, gently pushing Tang Fan's shoulder.

Tang Fan looked up and saw a puddle of white snow.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "Not now, maybe next time."

"Why?"

"The enemy has been waiting for a long time!"

Tang Fan pointed outside the cave. There had been no quiet outside this night, and many people had already arrived.

But when these people saw the heads of Lu Siwei and others, they did not dare to say anything and hid quietly around them.

"Is someone coming again?"

Feng Chunyan's face was full of surprise, but she didn't feel anything at all.

"Let's go and see who's there..."

Tang Fan grabbed her hand. Feng Chunyan did not refuse, but her legs went weak and she almost fell into Tang Fan's arms.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"nothing……"

Feng Chunyan lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

When the two came outside the cave, Feng Chunyan's men immediately surrounded them.

Tang Fan motioned for them to get out of the way, and then shouted forward: "If you don't have the guts to come out, I will leave!"

"Tang Fan, you are too arrogant! You can't kill the disciples of the Blood Saint Sect if you want!"

A group of people flew in from a distance, led by two people, one was an old man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and the other was a young man at the peak of Dan Formation.

Behind them, there were many Danjie disciples following.

"It's Dao Zi Rongfang. His strength is not inferior to Lu Siwei. That old man is Elder Lin!"
To be continued...