Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

Chapter 120: Strong Heart

Zhai Xiaowen shook his head. "They are not dark elves. They have nothing to do with the elves. They are innocent."

"Then you should tell me!"

"I can't say."

"why?"

Zhai Xiaowen smiled bitterly and thought of changing his words. Sure enough, the heaven did not stop him this time.

"Have you forgotten the person you liked before?"

"I love you so much that I don't even want my life anymore."

"The one he likes is Haitang, and the current Elf Queen is Haitang's sister, Haimutang."

"The dead Haitang killed the Phoenix clan."

"Since they are all dead, how could they have killed so many phoenixes? Especially my father and my mother, they are so strong! And if they are really as strong as you said, how did you defeat her?" Ruan Xingzhu analyzed one by one.

Zhai Xiaowen was speechless: "They died with the help of that someone. I was able to kill her because she had just swallowed that someone and was exhausted."

“That so-and-so” obviously cannot be said.

Ruan Xingzhu put all these incoherent words together and understood instantly.

Who likes crabapples? Cui Wuwang.

Fuqiao is his reincarnation.

After Haitang died, Cui Wuwang used his evil power to kill the Phoenix clan.

No wonder, no wonder the bodies of my father and mother could not be found no matter what. They were neither alive nor dead. It turned out that they were digested alive.

OK OK.

Well, revenge then.

As long as he is strong enough, he can get away with someone who is twice as strong as the male protagonist, so what if he is a hundred or eight thousand times stronger than him?

Ruan Xingzhu asked Hun Dun to take her and her brother to Fengchu Mountain.

Ruan Xingzhu knelt in front of the cenotaph on Fengchu Mountain, tears streaming down her face. Once, this place was full of laughter and joy, but now only she and her brother were left alone. The tragedy of the extermination of her family lingered like a nightmare, and the shadow of the bloodbath of her family became her obsession that kept her awake day and night.

She clenched the bamboo sword in her hand until her knuckles turned white.

The voices and smiles of her former relatives kept flashing in her mind. Her father's last words and her mother's determination to protect her all hit her heart like a heavy hammer. She stood up from the ruins, her eyes changed from grief to determination. No matter how difficult the road to becoming the protagonist was, she would go on.

Zhai Xiaowen looked at Fengchu Mountain with a face full of grief, but he did not kneel. He mourned silently like a pine or bamboo tree. The pain in his heart was hidden in his body, because he knew that he was not alone, and in this world, he still had a younger sister to take care of.

But how did he get here just now?

Zhai Xiaowen looked at the black gas and wondered, "This thing looks familiar, what is it?"

"Chaos magic."

Zhai Xiaowen: ???!

Didn't he just find his beloved sister, and she started practicing evil skills? And she looked much more powerful than Cui Wuwang at the beginning. Cui Wuwang was only practicing at the Misty Cliff and had not yet been able to bring out the ability of chaos.

"I didn't practice any evil skills. I made them think I was their master and signed a master-servant contract."

Zhai Xiaowen: !!!

transfixed.

Ruan Xingzhu ignored him and only wanted revenge. She found a secret mirror and went into seclusion. From then on, Ruan Xingzhu hid in the secret mirror and practiced in the dark valley. Every breakthrough in her spiritual power was accompanied by her deep hatred for Cui Wuwang.

Ruan Xingzhu knew deeply that although he looked very powerful on the surface, in fact, he was far from enough and was not strong enough to compete with the way of heaven.

After all, the hero’s backer is Heaven.

Her current strength is too weak and not solid. She must start from the most basic and build up step by step.

She practiced swordplay in the storm, letting the cold rain wash away the pain in her heart; she meditated under the scorching sun to hone her indomitable will.

Ruan Xingzhu, dressed in plain clothes, sat cross-legged in the biting cold wind beside Lingxi River. The brook gurgled beside her, but she was not distracted.

Every day at dawn, when the first rays of morning light fell, she began to breathe in and out spiritual energy. The spiritual energy was like an ice needle, piercing her meridians, but she gritted her teeth, endured the discomfort, and guided it to flow through her body. Countless times, her spiritual energy ran wild, and she felt severe pain all over her body and almost fainted, but she remembered her mission on the immortal path and struggled again and again to gather her spiritual energy.

As night fell, everything was silent. Ruan Xingzhu went into the depths of the Spirit Valley alone to challenge the dangerous spirit beasts. The sharp claws brushed past her, leaving traces of blood; the poisonous mist filled the air, corroding her skin. But she never backed down, and every injury was a test of her will.

After returning to the cave, she ignored her wounds and immediately studied the ancient immortal secrets.

She pondered over the complex runes and obscure spells over and over again until her eyes were bloodshot.

When sleepiness came over her, she would pour the spiritual spring water over her head, let the coldness drive away her fatigue, and continue to overcome obstacles on the path of self-improvement.

And so it went on, day and night, for a thousand years.