Only after seeing the figure of Feng Zun disappear into the departing black tower did Xue Kong truly breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately turned around, clasped his fists and bowed to Qi Anren: "Thank you for your rescue, fellow Daoist."
"That's all right." Qi Anren smiled. "You have a good cultivation base and amazing strength. You are the elite of our Jingwu Nation. If one day you can advance to the Jindan stage and strengthen the strength of Jingwu Nation, I have done my part today."
"Alas, it's a pity that I arrived a step too late, otherwise I would have been able to save more fellow Taoists."
On the way to Zhizhi Mansion from outside, Qi Anren would rescue any cultivator in danger of life. In this black tower, he saved hundreds of lives.
This kind nature of heaven and earth may be innate, but it is also closely related to the careful teaching of his adoptive father, Master Guanglin, since childhood.
Ever since entering the Demon Island, Qi Anren's face has often been filled with sadness and reluctance. He doesn't want to see the monks killing each other, and even more so, he doesn't want to see the monks being torn to pieces by monsters.
But he also knew that this was the cultivators' own choice, to seek good fortune on this Demon Island and to take their cultivation to a higher level.
He had no right to stop it, the only thing he could do was to rescue her when they met.
Qi Anren shook his head and sighed, then raised his head and was about to invite Xue Kong to go with him. The moment he saw Xue Kong's eyes, his expression suddenly froze and he stood there in a daze for a short while.
Xue Kong's face was calm, but in his clear eyes, which were clearly black and white, there was a hint of imperceptible pity, which was almost unnoticeable if you didn't pay attention.
Qi Anren had a profound cultivation and a delicate mind. He took in the look of pity at a glance and immediately became confused. He asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist, I saved you, why are you showing me this look of pity?"
"My parents are still alive, my wife is kind, my children are filial, and I have a foster father who treats me like his own son. In the future, I may even be able to take over Guanglan City, my foster father's, and become the lord of Guanglan City and a Jindan cultivator of transcendent status."
"What about me is worthy of your pity?" Qi Anren was very puzzled.
Xue Kong blinked, and the pity in his eyes quickly disappeared. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, perhaps you are mistaken. I have nothing and am inferior to you in every way. How can I have pity on you?"
Qi Anren looked at Xue Kong seriously and no longer saw any trace of pity. When he heard him say this, he immediately wondered if he had seen it wrong.
yes.
In the Jingwu Kingdom, his status is extremely noble, even comparable to that of a prince.
He has a godfather who is the most accomplished and powerful.
The most mysterious place in Jingwu Kingdom - Demon Island, is also under the control of Guanglan City.
Parents are alive and the family is happy.
It is possible that his cultivation will reach the great perfection of foundation building in the next few years, and after another ten years or so, he will even be able to form a pill.
If there is anything in the world that can be called perfect.
Maybe this is the perfect life.
Qi Anren quickly put the matter behind him, thinking that he was just seeing things.
Xue Kong smiled.
"Ah!!!" A roaring scream came from the yellow sand. Hearing the sound, Qi Anren's face changed slightly. He immediately turned around and ran straight towards the sound.
Xue Kong hesitated for a moment. He was worried that the ancestor of the Feng family would come back, so he followed Qi Anren. At this moment, being by Qi Anren's side was the safest place.
After passing through the thick yellow sand, the two finally arrived at the place where the sound came from.
I saw a white headless corpse lying flat on the sand. Beside it was a young man kneeling on the ground, holding up a white-haired head with both hands. He was screaming, venting the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for several days and months.
The head was pulled off from the headless corpse. At this moment, there were obvious tears in the skin and flesh on the neck of the head, and blood was dripping down.
When Qi Anren saw this scene, his expression became complicated. This was a scene he didn't want to see.
Beside Wang Erlang, his sister Wang Shanshan stood there with a numb expression. She had no consciousness of her own and could not empathize with Wang Erlang. She was just a corpse.
"Oh." Qi Anren sighed and shook his head.
There are many tornadoes in this sixth level desert world. One was blasted open by Feng Zun before, and soon two more tornadoes formed. In the wind and sand, the figures of huge monsters appeared and disappeared from time to time.
Qi Anren turned to look at Xue Kong and asked, "Do you still want to go to the last level?"
"No venture, no gain. I won't back down." Xue Kong nodded and said.
"If you don't mind, please come with me. I need to go meet my adoptive father right away," said Qi Anren.
Xue Kong did not refuse.
With Qi Anren's cultivation and the magic weapons on his body, the two of them had almost no obstacles in this sixth level. No matter whether it was the huge desert tornado or the monsters with the strength of the late foundation building stage around them, they could not stop them.
On the way forward, Qi Anren rescued several monks who were in danger and asked them to follow him into the four-cornered black tower that was the last level of the customs.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed.
The flames were blazing high in the sky, and the desert tornado disappeared without a trace. What appeared in front of Xue Kong was a desert world that was exactly the same as the previous four levels, boundless and endless.
There is hardly any wind in this desert world, and it is extremely quiet.
In the sight, a group of figures were sitting cross-legged on the sand not far away. When the people who followed Qi Anren here appeared, the immortal ladies of the Three Immortals Sect and several other cultivators turned their heads to look at them.
These people are extremely clear in Xue Kong's memory.
As his eyes flashed, his figure hid in the crowd and did not stand out. Among the group of cultivators not far away, in addition to the familiar Jindan cultivators, there were some late foundation building cultivators, great perfection cultivators, and even fake Dan cultivators.
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