The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Xiao Wutong took the jade slips and walked into the main tent. The heads of various sects in the Lancang Continent were standing inside, gathering together in twos and threes and talking about something. When they saw him coming in, they immediately dispersed and stood upright in their positions. good.

"Up to three days, the demonic cultivators of Kaishan will be defeated and retreat into our encirclement." He didn't care about the reactions of others, and inspired the jade slip to reveal the information sealed in it, "We are deployed near the transmission channel of the demon world. There are enough monks, and it is not a problem to drive these demon cultivators back to the Demon Realm, and it is basically certain that the outcome of this war has been decided."

The dignified atmosphere in the tent suddenly relaxed, and all the heads smiled and looked at the young man who was too young in the front, with no emotion in his deep eyes.

"Although Wutong is young, he is really talented, and he saved the Lancang world with the hands of Moxiu!" Among the monks, a middle-aged man with a long beard came out with a smile and patted Xiao Wutong on the shoulder.

"Master is too much." Xiao Wutong frowned, opened his mouth to call that person, and immediately wanted to continue talking.

But the echoing words of the surrounding people interrupted him: "Sect Leader Jian Chen said rightly that Leader Xiao has already entered the stage of transforming gods, and even led us to repel demon cultivators. He can be said to be the top genius in Lancang Continent Already!"

Everyone in the room laughed, but only Xiao Wutong was standing in the same place, wearing white clothes, with his back straight.

His face was solemn, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a coldness flashed unexpectedly in his warm brown pupils.

"It's too early to say these things now." Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more relaxed, Xiao Wutong interrupted rather seriously, "I want to continue talking about the plan to enter the Demon Realm."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Xiao Wutong turned a deaf ear to it: "Although the demon cultivator was driven away, the foundation is still there. If you want to keep the future peace of Lancang Continent, the best way is to take advantage of the victory and pursue it."

"We have discussed it many times before, and there is no need to implement this plan." The head of Tianjianmen said coldly.

But the people beside him rarely stopped his words.

"Leader Xiao's plan is good." The head of the Beast Sect came out, and he picked up the hot tea beside the seat and handed it over, "Sit down and talk slowly."

Being supported for the first time, the boy's tense face eased a little. He took the teacup and said in a low voice.

"Thank you."

Only at this time, his calm and wise leader image of a cultivator is slightly broken, revealing his slightly youthful nature.

The head of the Beast Sect smiled kindly.

Xiao Wutong lowered his head and took a sip of tea in a concealed manner.

The rich tea fragrance permeated between the lips and teeth, but it was not for anyone to enjoy, the heat suddenly passed through the throat and rushed down.

"boom"

The teacup fell to the ground, and his dantian felt cramping. Xiao Wutong stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen. He still wanted to maintain his image, but fell to the ground powerlessly the next moment.

The spiritual power overflowed along the meridians as if fleeing for life, and the dantian was like a funnel, without any function of gathering energy.

Xiao Wutong breathed heavily, before realizing what happened, he reflexively wanted to mobilize his spiritual power.

Crazy pain spread from the dantian all the way to the meridians, and wherever it passed, it was instantly shattered.

He cannot control spiritual power.

That cup of tea!

Xiao Wutong opened his eyes wide, looking at the broken teacup on the ground in astonishment.

There is poison in the tea, and it is specially used to deal with the monk's poison!

"Sinister! You're so obsessed with it!"

Master's voice sounded beside his ears, Xiao Wutong's brain that was tortured by pain could barely distinguish it, but why did he poison him?

No reason!

It seemed that someone was persuading something, in the blurred vision, the crowd surrounded the head of Jianchen, consoling him heartbroken.

What did he do wrong?

Why was he called a villain by the master?

The pain became more and more severe, but Xiao Wutong adapted to the pain abruptly, and sat up with the ground.

"why?"

he heard himself asking.

His vision was blurred, Xiao Wutong blinked vigorously, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The most powerful and powerful person in the comprehension world stood with his master, looking at him with hatred and contempt.

"Isn't it enough for you to use the life of the immortal cultivator as a bargaining chip to have an affair with the demon cultivator and gain benefits!"

Xiao Wutong saw that while his master was talking, he had pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed it at himself.

Jianxiu's sword only swung at the enemy.

He was dazed.

"I... just want to... minimize the hidden dangers of demon cultivation..."

Xiao Wutong could hardly speak. Not everyone can stay awake and even talk to others when their cultivation base is destroyed.

He couldn't do it at all, but he was so angry that he insisted on holding on.

Xiao Wutong is the leader of the cultivators and the guardian of Lancang Continent. He wants to lead the cultivators to drive away the invaders.

He wants to fulfill his responsibilities as a leader, and he has to resolve this misunderstanding just like he used to resolve disputes between major sects.

Although the opponent has already attacked, even though he has lost all his cultivation.

"I've never... had an affair with a demon cultivator."

He gritted his teeth and explained.

But no one listened to him.

Those powerful eyes were shining with indifference and cruelty, they looked at Xiao Wutong as if they were looking at a dead person.

"quibble."

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect took a few steps forward holding the long sword.

The icy sword's edge pressed against Xiao Wutong's dantian with a deep chill.

"At this point, you are still sophistrying, it is really impossible to keep you!"

Pfft!

The blade penetrates the dantian.

The spiritual power almost dissipated outwards substantially.

The tyrannical sword energy tormented the boy's body unscrupulously, for fear of missing any corner.

Xiao Wutong's mind went blank.

If the previous pain was enough to make a monk faint, then the pain at this time is ten times or a hundred times higher than that, enough to wake up a fainted person.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single tone.

"You have been a disciple of my Heavenly Sword Sect for ten years, but you have done such an insulting thing, I will clean up the sect today!"

The sword energy was raging, and the air flow in the main tent was surging. Finally, even the tent with the talisman formation pattern couldn't withstand the powerful spiritual conflict, and suddenly shattered.

Light shines into Xiao Wutong's eyes.

He looked around blankly.

Countless cultivators, some he was familiar with and some he was not familiar with, guarded outside the tent one by one with a guarded attitude.

They formed the tightest formation, facing the people in the center of the formation with the most vigilant attitude.

Xiao Wutong is at the center of this formation.

Circle after circle of runes spread under his body.

With trembling hands, he tried his best to grab the long sword that pierced through his dantian.

There must be a mistake somewhere, why is he considered to be adulterous with the magic cultivator?

Why do these comrades who have been fighting off the demon cultivators under his leadership point their weapons at him?

Mingming has been doing his best to drive everyone away from Moxiu!

"I didn't..." Xiao Wutong finally uttered a soft sentence, "I didn't betray..."

"Master."

"You can...ask senior brother..."

"Brother...you know...I have never...betrayed..."

What responded to him was a twist of the long sword in his belly.

The wound was enlarged several times.

Xiao Wutong snorted, and finally lost the strength to speak.

He just looked at the person in front of him pleadingly, begging him to have a little conscience.

But obviously not.

As if poking a piece of dead flesh, the long sword kept twisting and piercing the wound, and finally touched something.

It was a touch that touched the soul.

The already immobile body bounced violently.

Linggen.

His master's sword was touching his spiritual root.

Shock gradually spread in Xiao Wutong's eyes.

A person must first have a spiritual root before he can become a monk.

This is the foundation of his life!

What does his master want to do?

Almost impatiently, the piercing sword energy enveloped Xiao Wutong's spiritual root, smashing and crushing it with the craziest force.

It was as if the soul was being torn apart in someone's hands, the pain was indescribable.

Xiao Wutong collapsed to the ground, unable to move anymore.

Even breathing is extremely weak.

Lost spiritual power, lost dantian, lost spiritual roots.

In a short period of time, he went from the most powerful genius in Lancang Continent to a useless person.

But the instigator looked at the bloody young man lying on the ground, and was relieved after confirming that it was impossible for him to continue practicing.

"Master Jianchen doesn't need to be too sad, such a sinner is not worthy of your concern."

It was as if someone was talking.

"Fortunately, those demon cultivators have been beaten back, otherwise who knows what Xiao Wutong can do."

I don't want to hear it...it hurts...

"By the way, where is your eldest disciple?"

Senior brother... I am in so much pain... where are you...

Consciousness was intermittent, Xiao Wutong had difficulty thinking, and he didn't know how long he had been lying down, as if it was as long as a world, someone finally touched his body.

"It seems to be alive, what should I do?"

"Shut up in the cold prison of Tianjianmen first."

"it is good."

The leader of the cultivators lying on the ground was dragged away like a dead man, and was thrown into the cold prison without anyone paying attention.

It seems that in an instant, it fell from the extremely high sky to the endless hell.

No one cares, no one visits, not even the slightest rescue measures.

The abandoned and fearful young leader lay quietly on the ground.

One day and night, two days and nights...

I don't know how much time passed before the body moved slightly.

Xiao Wutong did not die in the end.

Even though his cultivation was completely destroyed and his spiritual roots were shattered, he held his breath and held on.

Extreme cold and pain ensued, and there was no breathing for a moment.

He climbed to the wall of the cold prison, groping to sit up, hugging himself tightly, trying to maintain half of his body temperature.

Useless.

Xiao Wutong let out a long breath, he was finally able to gradually adapt to the severe pain, and he was reluctant to think about something.

The cold prison is deeply hidden in the gloomy mountain, and there is no light at all.

Darkness enveloped him.

No one can see him.

It hurts.

More than ten years of cultivation was destroyed, and the vital spiritual roots were roughly crushed. No matter what happens next, the amazingly talented leader of the world of cultivating immortals in Lancang Continent no longer exists.

To hold back.

Xiao Wutong took a deep breath, the pain burst out from every corner, and he shivered in pain.

Can't make a sound.

He is the leader of the immortal cultivators, he must be strong and brave, and he must lead countless immortal cultivators to drive away the demon cultivators.

There are countless people standing behind him, and he is their leader.

So don't be vulnerable.

Xiao Wutong gritted his teeth and restrained all his emotions, like any qualified leader, showing his backbone.

The cultivation base was destroyed, the spiritual root was abolished, and all the means that a cultivator could use to protect himself were no longer available.

The cold air continued to penetrate into the body along the cracks in the bones.

Xiao Wutong finally lowered his head, buried his head in his folded arms, and curled up into a ball.

He is the leader.

Be strong, be brave, no matter when you can do it or not, you must not be half-depressed.

As my brother said, as long as you persevere, difficulties will always pass.

Yes, it will pass.

However, in this darkness, he was alone.

Just a little... pampering... okay?