Fuji San

Fujima doesn't look young. His hair is pale and his appearance is a little vicissitudes. Judging from his appearance alone, he is about 40 or 50 years old. If you look closely, you can find that Wang Zhuo's wife looks a bit similar to this person.

This man's extremely handsome face, with his flawless face embedded with eyes that were brighter than gems in the deep black ocean.

"Xiuxiu, now that my Teng family has encountered a strong enemy, the ancestor has not appeared. This matter has a strange smell. If you return to Tengjia City safely this time, you and your sister will not come out." Teng San said calmly in his voice.

Fujihi Hidehiko is Fujisan's daughter. In fact, the reason why Fujisan came out of the seclusion room was to protect Fujisan's return to Fujisan's house.

Fuji Xiuxiu nodded slightly.

"If...if I can't escape the disaster for my father this time, then don't go to Tengjiacheng to find your sister. I will leave Zhao State immediately. How far is it and how far it is." Teng San hesitated for a moment and said seriously.

Wang Zhuo listened to this, his expression calm, but he sneered in his heart.

Teng San's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He glanced at Wang Zhuo coldly, without any expression on his face, making people wonder whether he was happy or angry.

He reached out and stroked Teng Xiuxiu's hair, and a huge wave of emotions arose in his heart.

Since the ancestor forcibly separated from his wife many years ago, he knew that even if he survived in this life, he could only survive in the shadow of his ancestor. All this was just because his wife was a mortal. As a direct clan of the Teng family, he, as one of the great-grandsons whom the ancestor valued the most, could never marry a mortal.

Because his descendants must be qualified to cultivate immortality!

If you want to change, you must have power and cultivation that exceeds that of the ancestor.

Many years later, his cultivation level was successful. Although his two daughters had entered the realm of cultivation with his help, his wife had long been dead, and the grief in his heart has never diminished for a moment.

Over the past countless years, he has been strict in himself and devoted himself to practicing Taoism, because only in the pursuit of practicing Taoism can he suppress his longing for his deceased wife.

To a certain extent, Fuji Xiuxiu, who looks the most similar to his deceased wife, not only his daughter, but also replaces his longing for his deceased wife. Therefore, he will never let anyone hurt Fuji Xiuxiu in his life, nor will she suffer any grievances.

Scan Wang Zhuo coldly, Teng San said lightly: "Wang Zhuo, for Xiuxiu's sake, I won't kill you, get out! From now on, Tengxiu has nothing to do with you."

Wang Zhuo's eyes flashed, he stared at Teng San, and sneered: "What a big anger!" As he said that, he retreated and was about to leave immediately.

When Teng Xiuxiu heard this, her expression changed. She immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhuo's arm, turned around and looked at her father with tears in her eyes, biting her lower lip tightly, and saying nothing.

Fujisan's eyes were still cold, but slowly, he sighed inwardly and turned his head away. Fujishen's eyes were almost exactly the same as his deceased wife back then. He could not kill Wang Zhuo in front of Fujishen because he didn't want to, Fujishen's sorrow for the rest of his life.

"Wang Zhuo, even though the Teng family did so much wrong to your entire clan back then, I hope you don't hurt Xiuxiu, you... After all, you are a couple of dual cultivation. Your parents may not be able to accompany you for the rest of your life, but your wife is the only one who can accompany you and spend the rest of your life. Wang Zhuo, please do it yourself."

Wang Zhuo was silent and glanced at Teng Xiuxiu. His heart was full of complexity. In fact, even he didn't know what to choose if there was really a day.

Teng Xiuxiu looked at the two men around her who were crucial to her and whispered: "Father, Wang Zhuo doesn't know what he doesn't know." Finally, her voice was full of faith. This woman, until now, still persistently believed that Wang Zhuo would never hurt her.

Although Fuji San's expression was still the same, his murderous intent not only did not decrease, but was more. If the Fuji family had a great momentum before, Wang Zhuo's life and death were of little significance, and Fuji San was fully confident that Wang Zhuo would never act rashly.

But now, when the Fuji family is facing a crisis, all this is very different. Fujisan has decided to find a chance to go to Wang Zhuo and his death after returning to Fuji family city.

Because, he always felt that if Wang Zhuo did not die, then Teng Xiuxiu would definitely be in danger.

But he didn't have this opportunity.

One day, dark clouds suddenly surged from the sky, and almost in the blink of an eye, it covered the surrounding sky, and it was dark, as if it would fall down at any time.

Teng San's eyes suddenly condensed. He had almost no hesitation. He pointed his right index finger on his abdomen and spurted out a mouthful of Nascent Soul essence and blood. At the same time, a light spot flew out of his storage bag, merged into the essence and blood immediately changed, turning into an elliptical aperture and appearing in front of him.

Teng San grabbed his big hand, and Teng Xiuxiu exclaimed immediately, and her body was thrown into the aperture by Teng San. She looked at Wang Lin, her voice full of despair: "Father!!!"

The sound fell into Teng San's ears. He couldn't be cruel. He sighed inwardly and grabbed his right hand again. This time, Wang Zhuo's body was grabbed by him and threw it hard towards the aperture.

They disappeared into the aperture together with Fuji Hidehishui.

All this happened very quickly. Almost at the moment when the black fog was shrouded, Teng San had already reduced his cultivation level and sent Teng Xiuxiu and the others out at the cost of a large amount of Nascent Soul essence and blood.

After doing this, he had no regrets in his heart. He was tall and looked up at the sky. A flying orange sword filled with light appeared silently beside him.

This flying sword was created by him personally. The sword is called Daoyun. His wife has the word rhyme in her name.

He has to wipe this sword with spiritual power every day, and he never let anyone touch it except himself, even Fuji Huayuan is no exception.

He never uses this sword when fighting with others.

The degree to which he cherished this flying sword was no less than that of Fuji Xiuxiu, because when he was creating this sword, his wife left a drop of blood in it.

It is precisely because of this drop of mortal blood that the power of this sword has fallen a lot, but Fujisan didn't care at all. In his mind, this sword is there, others are there, this sword is broken, and others die.

At this moment, a strong fighting spirit emerged in Fujisan's heart, because he knew that today, he would definitely die.

If he was asked to choose a way to die, he hoped that he could live and die with this sword.

He gently touched the flying sword. This was the last time he wiped it with spiritual power in his life. Then a sudden flash of his eyes showed a decisive look. Without saying a word, he slapped the flying sword. The flying sword suddenly buzzed and galloped towards the black fog in the sky.

Fuji San's body immediately jumped, followed by the flying sword, and his whole body's spiritual power pushed to the limit. The whole person and the flying sword turned into a meteor, with a utterly look, suddenly rushed into the black fog in the air.

In the meteor, Fujisan vaguely saw his wife, smiling at him, and summoning him.

The meteor crossed the sky, passed through the black fog, and fell a hundred miles away.

The black fog and clouds all condensed together to form an illusory figure. Gradually, Wang Lin looked at the direction where the meteor passed away thoughtfully.

At the moment just now, the middle-aged man rushed towards him without any fear and died in the extreme state. However, at the moment of his death, a trace of mourning was felt by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a long time, but he did not take out this person's soul. Although this soul would become a top-notch demon if it was sacrificed and refined. He did not expect that even the Teng family would have such a sentimental and righteous person. However, this person must die because he should not be born in the Teng family!

A hundred miles away, the meteor landed, and Teng San's body was not scarred. His eyes were open but not closed, his breathing was completely gone, and his vitality was gone.

In his hand, the flying sword named Daoyun flashed its last light and broke inch by inch...

Fujijiacheng.

Teng Huayuan was on the top of the ancestral house and stared at the row of jade slips in front of him. There were nine jade slips in total, five of which were already broken. Just as Teng Huayuan was watching, the jade slip representing Teng San made a "click" sound, and one was broken into two.

Fuji Huayuan's body trembled, and his figure suddenly grew older. He trembled and stretched out his hand, touched the broken jade slips one by one, and finally stopped on the Teng San jade slips, with tears flowing in his eyes that had never been seen before in four hundred years.

"Hai'er..." Fujiwayuan murmured.

Fujima is the real name of Fujima.

While inheriting their respective titles, the nine core tribes of the Teng family will leave a trace of soul in the ancestral home in the specially made jade slips. In just two days, these jade slips will shatter one by one. Every time they shatter, Teng Huayuan's heart will be stinged.

Especially Fujiwu, he almost witnessed the death process personally. This feeling of being ten feet away but far away, even Fujihuayuan's hard heart couldn't help but hurt.

In terms of appearance, except for Fujiichi, Fujiu is the most similar person to Fujili at that time. It is precisely because of this that he is quite loved by Fuji Kazumoto.

Teng Jiu's bitter childhood caused his distorted personality. It is precisely because of this that he embarked on the extreme path of cultivation and overdrawn his life. Teng Huayuan had already prepared the best elixir for him, but unfortunately, this elixir is no longer used now.

Fujiba, Fujiru and Fujisi also have a status in Fujiwayuan's mind, but compared with them, Fujisan's weight is the heaviest.

Fujim and Fuji Kazuo once believed that it was a shame for the entire Fuji family. As a core disciple, they did not seek practice, but were obsessed with a mortal woman. For this reason, he forced himself to interfere and separate the two, allowing the ruthless years to take away the woman's life.

Fujiwamoto knew that Fuji San hated him!
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