The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Chen Changsheng looked blankly at Ouyang, who was in high spirits on the high platform. In a daze, this was the treatment his senior brother deserved.

Extraordinary talent, affability with others, chivalrous and courageous, caring for the weak, the Holy Son of the Qingyun Sect is truly worthy of the title!

But why was it in the illusion, and why was it after Ling Feng died?

Where is Zuyuan?

What about the devil?

Chen Changsheng's hand pressing on the hilt of the sword began to tremble uncontrollably. Although he knew that he was going to take action, Chen Changsheng still wanted to continue watching such a strange scene.

What will the world be like after my senior brother becomes the Holy Son!

I really want to keep watching, I really want to watch my senior brother reach the top of the world!

Chen Changsheng let go of the hand holding the sword hilt in a daze, but the vigilance in his heart made Chen Changsheng hold the sword hilt again.

This is a fantasy! These are all fake!

Ouyang, who was on the high platform, raised his hands with fists clasped above his head, smiled and gestured towards the west: "Thank you, thank you very much. All the bosses are going to the small mountain peak for a drink today!"

Ouyang's words caused a burst of laughter, and the only one in the crowd who did not laugh was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who longed most for his senior brother to stand on a high platform, now had a look of shock and confusion on his face.

Ouyang's eyes glanced at Chen Changsheng, who was as frightened as a deer. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he jumped down in front of Chen Changsheng.

Qingshan looked taller and taller in Chen Changsheng's eyes, and Ouyang's bright smile also infected Chen Changsheng.

"Junior brother, let's go, today is a carnival for our little mountain!" Ouyang smiled and extended his hand to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who was holding the sword hilt tightly, looked at the smiling elder brother in front of him, involuntarily let go of the sword hilt in his hand, and handed his hand to Ouyang.

Ouyang pulled Chen Changsheng slightly and landed on the high platform again. He stepped on the high platform uninhibitedly and said unscrupulously: "My junior brother represents me, and I represent the leader, so my junior brother also represents the leader." Door! If any of you blind people dare to bully him again, be careful of labor and capital blowing up the toilet on the top of your mountain! Hahaha!"

The young man acted recklessly and uttered arrogant words, which made Dong Xuzi and Hu Yun on the side couldn't help but cover their faces.

And such arrogant words caused a burst of cheers from the audience, especially the brothers of Xingfeng, whose hands turned red!

Everything is so harmonious, everything is so natural.

After his senior brother became the Holy Son, he would indeed do such unseemly things. This was exactly what Chen Changsheng thought of Ouyang.

Suddenly Ouyang's expression froze. Ouyang lowered his head blankly, looking at a bloody sword passing through his chest, and turned his head in disbelief.

Everyone was shocked on the spot by the scene in front of them. Even the elders on the high platform and even Hu Yun and Dong Xuzi did not react.

Chen Changsheng held the sword hilt tightly with both hands and stared at the sword in his hand.

"Long...immortality?" Ouyang looked at his closest junior brother in disbelief, and this long sword was inserted right into his Dantian. Ouyang could feel that his life force was rapidly draining away.

"Rebel!"

"The devil!"

"traitor!"

Amidst countless insults, Ouyang fell into a pool of blood and lost his voice.

Chen Changsheng trembled and looked at his bloody hands. Although he knew that this was what he had to do, he still felt pain and wanted to roar to vent, but his mouth was open and he could not make a sound.

Ouyang died on the day he succeeded the Qingyun Sect as the Holy Son.

The person who took action was Chen Changsheng, who was from the same family as Ouyang and whom Ouyang regarded as his own son.

This caused an uproar in the Qingyun Sect, and Chen Changsheng became a prisoner in an instant.

Chen Changsheng's six senses were blocked, his Dantian was destroyed, his cultivation was abolished, and he was thrown into Xingfeng's prison.

All the punishments imaginable in the world have been used on Chen Changsheng countless times.

And Chen Changsheng was huddled in the deepest part of the dungeon with his eyes blank, his body covered with injuries, dying but still silent.

No one knows why Chen Changsheng suddenly killed Ouyang.

No matter what kind of torture, Chen Changsheng's mouth could not be pried open.

Chen Changsheng seemed to be a puppet manipulated by someone, and he actually killed his senior brother who was so close to him.

Everyone came here and rebuked him loudly, and countless fellow disciples even cursed him and used capital punishment.

Chen Changsheng didn't care at all about this kind of physical and verbal pain.

Chen Changsheng almost had a nervous breakdown at his master's words.

"Since he wants to kill Ouyang so much, then ask the Master of Wanfa Zong to construct an illusion and let him kill Ouyang thirty times a day in the illusion!"

Hu Yun's words also marked the beginning of Chen Changsheng's pain.

After the arrival of Wanfa Sect, Chen Changsheng used different killing techniques on the constructed Ouyang every day.

He watched Ouyang die painfully in his own hands.

Thirty times a day, every day, Chen Changsheng watched his senior brother who he had killed countless times with his own hands.

The energy in his eyes began to fade, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse.

"Why do you want to destroy such a beautiful thing?" Hu Yun's cold words rang in Chen Changsheng's ears.

Chen Changsheng, who was too weak to speak, just curled up and did not answer.

"As long as you speak, everything will return to what you want most!" Hu Yun's cold voice sounded without any emotion.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Chen Changsheng laughed maniacally with blood on his teeth. He coughed up blood desperately as he laughed, as if he was coughing out his lungs.

Chen Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar master in front of him, but the smile on his face was extremely bright: "Are you unable to hold on any longer? You're a waste?"

Hu Yun's expression became even colder. He raised his hand and controlled Chen Changsheng to come to him. He pinched Chen Changsheng's neck with one hand and shouted in his crazy ears: "Are you a human? You actually destroyed you with your own hands." The most beautiful thing in your heart? How can you destroy it more than once? How can you still hold on until now? "

Hu Yun's voice became more and more harsh and crazy.

But Chen Changsheng heard a trace of panic in Hu Yun's voice. He smiled weakly at Hu Yun and said, "Yes, am I still a human being? I killed my senior brother with my own hands for strength, even if he was fake. , but I still killed it with my own hands."

Listening to Chen Changsheng's tone that seemed to want to give up, Hu Yun's face immediately became kind. He raised his hand like an elder and wiped the blood on Chen Changsheng's face. He said warmly: "As long as you nod, this place will be peaceful." It is your forever home! It will also be your forever dream!"

Chen Changsheng laughed, but his smile was unusually strange. His blood-stained face looked at Hu Yun in front of him with a strange expression and said:

"But you know what? This isn't the first time I've killed senior brother with my own hands!"