Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Zhengyang Xianzong, deep in the east.

Not far from Xianghe Peak, there are two towering white pagodas standing on pure white round platforms.

Baitawei is solemn, majestic and unsophisticated, exuding a powerful aura that people dare not approach.

Here, the name is "Bipolar Execution Tower".

This place is often used to execute criminals who have committed serious crimes. Prisoners are imprisoned in the twin towers, and their spiritual veins are immediately imprisoned. Even criminals who are Mahayana practitioners will lose the power to resist in an instant.

The strong wind hits, and the clouds roll away from the sun.

In the center of the twin pole towers, which had been empty all year round, a monk in red robe suddenly appeared. His complexion was pale, and only his cheeks were sickly red.

The two arms were bound and hung in the air.

The huge dome reflected the red-robed monk thin and haggard, as if he was about to be torn apart by the strong wind.

His eyes were blind and his body was covered with bruises,

But persistently looking down, as if looking for something.

Under the twin pole towers, there is a white-clothed monk with a long body and a straight back like a bamboo.

His eyes were closed tightly, his eyebrows were vermilion, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he looked like a battle cultivator from ancient times, exuding an extremely strong and terrifying aura of danger from his whole body.

"..."

Big drops of sweat flowed down Bairen's forehead to his chin. His body was really weak, and the oppressive feeling of being suspended between the twin towers made Bairen extremely uncomfortable.

But Feng Zhaoming didn't keep Bai Ren to wait long.

In Feng Zhaoming's right hand, he saw the immortal sword "Nine Questions" tightly grasped.

Nine questions are five feet long and two fingers thick and thin.

This sword ranks second in the list of fairy swords, but Taifu can't get out of flames. Jiuwen is the well-deserved number one fairy sword.

At this time, the fairy sword is in the hands of the owner, but it is no longer as powerful as before.

The body of the Jiuwen sword trembled slightly, as if feeling the intense pain in the master's heart, it kept screaming "嗡——".

Feng Zhaoming slowly opened his eyes, and an astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly erupted around him, sweeping in all directions.

Rumbling--

The thunder is coming, the dark clouds are dense, and the fairy sword is wailing.

Feng Zhaoming opened his eyes wide, staring intently at Bai Ren in front of him.

The sky is so vast and vast.

The boundless black clouds pressed down on the tower, and under the giant tower, Bai Ren's body was so thin and embarrassing.

However, Feng Zhaoming's hand holding the sword did not hesitate at all.

Sword in hand.

The ribs on Bairen's chest split open immediately, revealing a beating heart inside.

The hearts and souls of hundreds of mortals are like a thick gray fog, tightly wrapping Bairen's heart.

Under the severe pain, Bairen let out a groan and let out a scream like a beast begging for help, resounding through the sky, and thousands of beasts wailed.

But he quickly reacted, Bai Ren clenched his teeth, and swallowed the scream that was about to burst out of his throat, until his whole body trembled and his mouth was full of blood.

A gray heart and soul was stripped from Bairen's heart and fell into Feng Zhaoming's palm.

Immortal Art - Soul Slaying!

clang--

Next to the double-pole execution tower, there is a big brass bell, which has stood under Xianghe Peak since ancient times, and the time cannot be tested.

This big brass bell cannot be knocked out by external force, only when the bipolar execution tower is executed, this big bell will automatically ring.

The continuous sound of the bell spread throughout the entire Zhengyang Immortal Sect in an instant.

Zhengyang Xianzong, Changsheng Xiandian.

Amidst the smog, Immortal Lord Chang Sheng leaned on the seat, resting his chin in his right hand and holding a judge's pen in his left hand, fiddling with boredom.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng's expression was indifferent, looking at the judge's pen in his hand, the lines on his face were as stern as if cut by a knife.

And when the big brass bell rang, among Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Immortal Master Changsheng was the first to hear the bell, and after a little calculation and thinking, he quickly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

His expression suddenly "lived".

"Hey, you actually used the immortal technique of 'slaying the soul'. This immortal technique is used on Bairen, which is no different from being stripped alive. Lord Fengxian is willing to do it?"

Immortal Lord Changsheng deserves to be the number one person in Zhengyang Immortal Sect, he raised the corners of his slender mouth and showed a weird smile.

"Hehehe, it's interesting. I'm also going to join in the fun."

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng stood up abruptly, shook his robe, and his figure turned into thousands of pieces of powder, and disappeared in Chang Sheng Immortal Palace.

Zhengyang Xianzong, Zhenhui Peak.

Qingfeng and Mingyue couldn't help being taken aback when they heard the bell.

After reacting, the two of them shouted together: "No!"

In the next moment, the two of them rushed down Zhenhui Peak and ran towards the east.

The noisy monks surrounding the Banxie Pavilion also froze when they heard the bell.

"This is... this is the execution bell."

"Has Feng Zhaoming caught the guilty minister Bai Ren?"

"I said a long time ago that this fairy is an upright person, and he will definitely change his past."

"Hmph! It's so nice to say. I'd better go to the Twin Pole Towers to have a better look before making a conclusion!"

With that said, these immortal cultivators made a lot of noise and also headed eastward.

On the other hand, Zhengyang Xianzong is in the south.

After Qianqing and Lin Zichu were escorted back to the sect by the five spirit chasing envoys, they were tied up and were about to go to Zuowang Peak to face the wall.

Suddenly hearing the long ringing of the brass bell, Qianqing suddenly bent down, clutching his chest with his right hand, and a lot of cold sweat flooded his forehead instantly.

"Not good, not good……"

He had a feeling in his heart, and quickly performed the divination calculation of the fairy technique, and silently said:

The universe knows everything,

The life and death of yin and yang gossip are clear.

In the next moment, two towering white pagodas came into Qianqing's mind.

This method of divination was learned by Qianqing from Immortal Yeling when she was bored.

The Yeling Immortal's method was so subtle, but in the blink of an eye, Qianqing figured out what the bell was ringing that made her heart palpitate and ache.

"Master!"

Qian Qing blurted out, and said to Lin Zichu: "Cang Shu, my master is in trouble, hurry up and go to the Twin Pole Pagoda with me!"

Lin Zichu responded without asking what happened.

The hands that were tied behind struggled and retracted, the veins on the back of the hands popped up, only the sound of "clank" breaking was heard, and the rope that bound Lin Zichu's wrist fell to the ground immediately.

The two of Qian Lin faced each other with their backs facing each other, and raised their fists with both hands. They were about to unleash a strong attack and forcefully break through the five spirit chasing envoys who were escorting them.

"My lord, wait a minute!"

The five envoys of chasing souls were connected with each other, and seeing the fierce eyes of Qian Lin and the two of them, all five of them raised their hands in unison, expressing that they would never resist.

"The Immortal Lord Dongkun has saved our five brothers' lives. We have no choice but to escort you back to the Immortal Sect to face the wall. It is really helpless and our conscience is hard to rest."

"Although I don't know why, but since you said that Master is in trouble, then the five of us will never stop you."

"Young master, let's go!"

Qian Qing was stunned for a moment, and then she said happily: "Thank you, brothers, after we go to the Twin Pole Tower to find out, after we have settled the matter, we will come back immediately and go to Zaowang Peak to face the wall by ourselves."

"it is good."

clang - clang - clang -

The brass bell rang continuously, and when Qian Lin and the two were on their way, they mercilessly struck a full 99 times.

Under the double-pole execution tower, Feng Zhaoming's hands were covered with blood, and his white clothes were soaked like burning red robes.

In front of him, with his hands outstretched and hanging in the air, was the dying Sect Master Bairen.

He hung his head, his face was extremely pale, his eyes were slightly closed, and his body was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

A large amount of blood slid down Bairen's wound to his ankle and fell to the ground.

tick-

Blood fell to the ground and formed a small puddle.

Feng Zhaoming, who has always been calm, also frowned. He retracted the "Nine Questions" and looked up at the heart on Bairen's left chest.

The heart beat weakly, leaving only a gray heart and soul.

This heart and soul is quite different, showing a woman's sinister and hateful face.

It was Li Yingying whose soul was dug out by Bai Ren that day.

"It's her."

Feng Zhaoming nodded, he really knew everything.

Li Yingying was the only mortal who was personally killed by Bai Ren. At this time, she had a deep resentment, entangled in Bai Ren's heart, unwilling to be separated by Feng Zhaoming like other souls, and reincarnated.

As we all know, there is a saying in the world of cultivating immortals that "all living beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata".

It is difficult for people to leave the evil way, and it is not easy to be an adult.

Practitioners take their lives against the sky, show mercy to mortals, and warn younger generations of immortal cultivators, "I would rather kill three thousand monks than a single mortal."

Do not disturb the world of mortals, do not harm innocent beings.

In addition to protecting the vulnerable people, it is also because mortals have spirits. Once they kill, the mortals will not be able to resolve their resentment after death. After turning into evil spirits, they will entangle the murderer.

Ordinary monks, killing a mortal, degenerate into a demon, that's all.

And as Bai Ren is so weak at this moment, Li Yingying naturally refuses to let it go, she wants to stay here and watch her enemy die with her own eyes to be at ease.

"Li Yingying."

Feng Zhaoming's voice was cold and serious, he suddenly raised his finger to point somewhere, and said, "Look what that is."

The gray soul was howling in the dark, after hearing this, Li Yingying's eyes subconsciously looked towards the point Feng Zhaoming was pointing at.

An orange light kept flickering, and the screen lit up, appearing in front of Li Yingying.

She stopped crying meaninglessly, widened her eyes, and looked at the picture in front of her.

Li Yingying's face changed drastically, and she said anxiously: "Brother, father, they...are they still alive?"

Feng Zhaoming nodded, and said: "They just lost their memories about you. If you are reincarnated, after 18 years, you can be reborn as your brother's child."

"You... are you serious?"

"good."

"You liar!" Li Yingying said in a bitter voice, "Do you think I don't know? It's harder for a monk to change his fate against the sky than it is for a mortal to ascend to the sky!"

Feng Zhaoming nodded again, and said bluntly: "It is indeed difficult.... But there is always a way."

As he spoke, Feng Zhaoming suddenly raised his right hand and raised his index finger.

There was a golden glow on his index finger, warm and soft.

"This is……"

Attracted by the golden light from Feng Zhaoming's fingertips, Li Yingying couldn't help but leave Bairen's heart and swim towards Feng Zhaoming's fingertips.

Boom!Boom!

Bairen's heart was beating violently, and the severe pain made his eyes go dark. He clenched his teeth, but he couldn't suppress the moan in his throat.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and passed out trembling all over.

The moment he closed his eyes, Bairen's long black hair, which was wet with blood, immediately turned snow white.

And his appearance also changed from a 20-year-old boy to a wrinkled old man.

At the same time, Li Yingying's soul was finally attached to Feng Zhaoming's fingertips.

The golden light dissipated from Feng Zhaoming's fingertips, and stuck firmly to Li Yingying's heart and soul.

Feng Zhaoming suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Changing one's fate against the heavens is really expensive. Seeing that Bai Ren was extremely weak, showing signs of premature aging, Feng Zhaoming was in a state of confusion, and was seriously injured immediately after being bitten by the fate-changing technique.

"Thank you. I'm relieved. I forgive him."

Li Yingying's Xinhun showed a satisfied smile. After she took a last look at Feng Zhaoming, Xinhun turned and left, and walked into the yin and yang reincarnation path like other mortals.

--boom!

The huge thunder was deafening.

A streak of purple lightning pierced the sky.

The hazy sky seemed to be torn apart, and the downpour was coming in no time.

Between the twin pole towers, amidst the rain, the white-haired Bairen fell from mid-air lightly like a paper kite with a broken thread.

Feng Zhaoming forcibly endured the pain in his chest, and stepped forward quickly to catch Bairen's falling body.

His body was cold and light.

In my arms, it seems that there is no weight.

Feng Zhaoming hugged Bairen in his arms, his cheeks were wet by the rain, and he was extremely pale.

He was bitten by the life-changing technique, and his whole body was in pain as if it was about to be torn apart, but Feng Zhaoming endured it stubbornly.

In the heavy rain, his left hand covered Bairen's chest, closing his open chest, repairing the serious injury suffered by Bairen.

After the hundreds of mortal souls dispersed, a large amount of spiritual power poured into Bai Ren's body, and his Yuan Dan began to work.

Bairin's old, wrinkled face gradually regained its vitality, reverting to the appearance of the boy in his twenties.

It's just a snow-white long hair, which cannot be restored to its original color.

Feng Zhaoming touched Bairen's face and coughed up another mouthful of blood.It was quickly washed down by the rain and landed on the front of Feng Zhaoming's obscene clothes.

Between the sky and the earth, only the sound of fine rain can be heard.

The air was humid, and the continuous rain hit the two of them head-on and face-to-face.

Feng Zhaoming was short of breath, and leaned slightly, using his body to cover Bairen from the rain.

He lowered his head, fixedly looking at Bairen's silver-white hair, his old and haggard face, his eyes were a little confused.

Under the twin pole towers, the white stone slabs were also soaked red by a large amount of blood.

The pouring rain couldn't wash away the blood for a while, but instead filled the place with a strong fishy smell.

So much blood has turned this place from a holy place of the fairy family into a hell of the underworld.

The sound of brushing rain can be heard endlessly.

Feng Zhaoming forcibly suppressed the blood that was about to spurt, paused, then raised his palm, as if he wanted to touch Bairen's hair that had turned white suddenly.

His palms were long and thin, trembling with pain.

Seeing that he was about to touch the top of Bai Ren's head, he suddenly heard a loud curse coming from not far away.

"Feng Xianjun, why are you hugging that evil beast, aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty? Kill him quickly."

"I said a long time ago that none of the remnants of the Sword Beast Clan can be left behind!"

Feng Zhaoming withdrew his palm and raised his head.

In the rain curtain, densely packed monks stood.

They gathered around the bipolar execution tower.

At the beginning, I just watched Feng Zhaoming execute Bai Ren to death.

Because Feng Zhaoming's actions were too ruthless and decisive, everyone seemed to be frozen, and no one spoke.

Only then did he make a sound.

Feng Zhaoming swept his eyes, taking a panoramic view of the surrounding monks.

He said softly: "Can't kill."

"What did you say?!"

"Feng Xianjun, I thought you had come to your senses, but I didn't expect you to be so confused."

"Why not kill?"

Feng Zhaoming resisted the pain in his chest that was about to burst, and spoke slowly: "Bai Ren only signed a contract with a mortal to dig out his soul. This mortal was named Li Yingying. Although he regretted it later, Bai Ren forcibly took away his soul. But Before the reincarnation, Bai Ren was forgiven, and the past was never blamed."

The crowd made a fuss.

"Ridiculous! Feng Xianjun, you actually speak for this crooked way?"

"You are the head of the eight immortals of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the future Zhu Ming Immortal Venerable. Such words are really not appropriate."

Feng Zhaoming said neither humble nor overbearing: "I am not biased, the fact is so."

"Damn the remnants of the Sword Beast Clan!"

Feng Zhaoming knelt and sat under the White Stone Pagoda, the heavy rain fell drop by drop along the fairy lord's blue silk.

His eyes were firm, and he hugged Bairen with an uncompromising expression.

When Feng Zhaoming spoke again, it was like a bolt from the blue, and everyone outside the tower was caught off guard.

Just listen to Xianjun's word for word:

"I want to be with Bairen. If anyone wants to kill him, I will fight with me and step over Zhaoming's corpse."