Brother is always slapping his face

In the hinterland of the devil city, gunpowder smoke fills the air, the flames soar into the sky, and thousands of ghosts cry.

The four major sects of cultivating immortals, masters gathered, gathered in the magic capital, and the menacing attack, led by the largest sect of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains——Rong Weichuan, the head of the Taihe sect, was dressed in a gray robe, with immortal demeanor, bright eyes, and a long sword. With a flick of the sword, the sword pointed straight at the former proud student, disciple Wu Shaokun, with frowned brows, he said sharply: "Sinister, you dare to have an affair with a witch, give birth to a wicked son, and insult the teacher, what should you do? "

Wu Shaokun protected his wife and children behind him, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt on one knee...

His actions shocked his master, the long sword subconsciously shifted, unable to speak...

At this moment, Qiangwei, the demon princess, was holding her six-year-old son Wu Yutang tightly in her arms, tears welling in her eyes.Like a little boy carved in pink and jade, his lips are tightly pressed, his amber eyes are reflecting the firelight, there are many dignified and well-dressed immortal cultivators, and the cold long swords in their hands, shooting out a bit of hatred .

At the end of the road, life hangs by a thread.

Fighting for a lifeline for his wife and children, Wu Shaokun said with blood and tears: "Master, this disciple is ashamed. You can punish me, but Qiangwei and Yutang are innocent. Please let them live..."

"You..." Rong Weichuan was heartbroken and helpless.Hate iron but not steel.

The Patriarch of the Immortal Cultivation Family was dressed in a luxurious moonlight white robe, He Liancong, and said with a needle hidden in his mouth: "Master Rong, we are encircling and suppressing the demons. We are fighting bloody battles, and everyone is watching. Please handle it impartially."

"That's right, Sect Master Rong is not the time for you master and apprentice to reminisce about the old days. You are a master of cultivating immortals, so you can't cheat for personal gain." The suzerain of Xuantian Sect, Xiao Yi and He Liancong, who were dressed in brown clothes, had a tacit understanding and echoed.

All of a sudden, the crowd was furious, there were many discussions, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Rong Weichuan's eyes were like lightning, and he said to Wu Shaokun in a deep voice: "Shaokun, if you draw a clear line with the witch and evil son now, you can still be a teacher."

"Master, my disciples are not filial." Before the words finished, Wu Shaokun got up quickly, his palms condensed spiritual power, and his aura pierced Changhong with overwhelming momentum.

"No, Wu Shaokun had an affair with that witch, and he practiced the way of human demon!" Jiang Yiren, the owner of the beautiful purple-clothed Lingxiao Palace, said loudly with a panicked expression.

Everyone was shocked, and they were about to explode.

Wu Shaokun tried his best and gave it a go.

The palm wind he uttered was like a raging wind, like a huge wave, covering the sky and covering the earth. Many people couldn't hold on, their long swords were swept away by the wind, their clothes were torn, their cheeks were scratched, and people were like catkins in the wind. scattered, scattered.

Without further ado, the four major sects of cultivating immortals, the top masters, joined forces to defend against the enemy, the sound of the sword was fierce, the cold light radiated, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo. Wu Shaokun's palms were like huge magnets, firmly absorbing the long swords that the monks let go. With a slight turn, the long sword changed a lot in the air, and fought fiercely with the four leaders of the cultivation world.

After a while, Wu Shaokun spread his wings like a big roc, lifted his wife's shoulders, and said anxiously, "Let's go!"

They are like shadows chasing the wind, their sleeves fluttering, and they pass by in a flash.

When Xiao Yi saw it, he became anxious and shouted: "Don't let them run away!"

Everyone fought quickly, broke through the formation, flew with the sword, and chased after him.

Both palms were raised together, and the four strands of spiritual power converged, shining brightly and dazzlingly. The four strands of spiritual power were like a giant dragon with four tails volleying in the air, raging with murderous aura, roaring towards it.

The aura was so ferocious that it directly broke through the white barrier around Wu Shaokun and the others, and hit Wu Shaokun who was standing behind his wife and children. Like a lightning strike, his whole body was broken. He couldn't get better there, his cultivation was not as good as his, and he was forced to bleed out by the domineering palm wind, including the son who was tightly hugged by her, all of them died.

They were like kites with broken strings, falling rapidly from high altitude, into the bottomless abyss, shrouded in black air, and filled with bones.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Rong Weichuan looked solemn and didn't say a word.

Jiang Yiren took a few glances and pondered for a while: "Bones are broken, and if you fall into the cliff of ghosts, you will definitely die."

Xiao Yi said quickly: "If you do it yourself, you will take the blame."

Jiang Yiren glanced cautiously at the unpredictable Rong Weichuan, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, he still has practiced to the ninth level of the Human Demon Way, so he can only use the white enchantment. Otherwise, the spiritual power will rebound, and everyone will either die or be injured."

"It's that powerful, I don't believe it." Xiao Yi was dubious and refused to admit it.

Jiang Yiren didn't say anything.

He Liancong, who was good at observing words and expressions, said slowly: "Master Rong, the Demon Sect has been eliminated, and the Helian family will retire first."

"Please do what you want." Rong Weichuan was in a complicated mood, extremely bored and depressed, he didn't have the time to chat with them, and when he finished speaking, he turned and left with his sword.

The four celestial sects share the same hatred, and join hands to eradicate the great trouble in their hearts. The treacherous and changeable demon clan, the mysterious and gorgeous demon city was burned by the raging fire. Thousands of ghosts, dead without a whole body, souls scattered.

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When Wu Yutang fell off the cliff, he was tightly protected by the remnant souls of his parents, as if a layer of hard armor had been put on his soul. Wu Yutang's little soul is well preserved.

Watching the bodies and souls of parents and relatives shattered into countless pieces, turning into gleams of fireflies, lighting up the dark and corrupt cliff bottom, Wu Yutang's body had also shattered and dissipated when he fell off the cliff, in the cramped and narrow space, It seemed to light up a spark specially for him, to dispel the haze, and to give him the courage and strength to carry on.

"Father, mother..." Wu Yutang, who was already a ghost, got up, stretched out his small hand to touch a little light, a little light was in his palm, flickering faintly, like a returning light, suddenly it brightened and disappeared in an instant. Extinguished and gone.

In the end, there was nothing in the palm of the hand, and a few tears fell on the palm of the hand. After all, it was a child who was only six years old. Suddenly, his family was destroyed, and he couldn't help crying. After a few seconds, he hurriedly covered his mouth tightly , forced himself not to cry too loudly, and attracted the group of monks with keen five senses, sobbing softly instead.

Wu Yutang has been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to bring the dead back to life, year after year, day after day, at the bottom of the cliff of ghosts, not knowing what day or night, or spring, summer, autumn and winter.If any brat dares to test on the edge of making troubles, he will be absorbed by him with one hand, and he will absorb the essence without hesitation.

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Opened a new article, welcome the little fairies to watch. (^з^)

In the background of the ancient world of cultivating immortals, there is no great defense between men and women, no three obediences and four virtues, and no feudal thinking. That is to say, the relationship between men and women is good, they will talk about gossip news together, and there are also ways of thinking, speech and behavior, which will have the shadow of modern people , happy and funny than Xiaobaiwen, let's just look at it like this, be good~