I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

This "Sheng Chalcedony" was transformed by Lu Wanxian.

Since Sheng Tianjiao used a high-grade magic weapon to turn into a virtual world to deceive Lu Wanxian, Lu Wanxian personally transformed into the "Sheng Yusui" that Sheng Tianjiao feared most to frighten him.

Lu Wanxian had been known as an elder for thousands of years, and had contacts with the top experts in the Taoist sect. It was easy to pretend to be Sheng Yusui in front of Sheng Tianjiao.

"Sheng Yusui" was condescending, looking down at Sheng Tianjiao contemptuously, with her thin lips slightly parted, and ruthless words spit out, piercing Sheng Tianjiao's heart like ice thorns.

"Is it a misunderstanding that you participated in the sensual gathering of monsters?"

"Your natal flying sword was taken away by someone, is it a misunderstanding?"

"After you tried to insult the Han family, is it also a misunderstanding?"

"If you cultivate to the Mahayana stage today, I will never ask you what you like to do, but what about you? After 300 years of cultivation, you haven't even reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. , if this seat were you, you would have already committed suicide in front of the garden, why would you live in the world so shamelessly?"

If Sheng Tianjiao had some doubts before, they are all gone now. That's right, this familiar tone, this straight-to-the-point poisonous tongue, and this embarrassing sharp words can only be said by Sheng Yusui, the master of Tianji Peak. inferred!

Sheng Tianjiao just wants to kill him. He is not a genius like my uncle. After 300 years of cultivation from Jindan to the mid-Yuanying stage, he is enough to become the leader of the younger generation of the Sheng family. Cultivation has become worthless.

Bisheng... He still couldn't say anything to refute.

It is indeed a great shame and humiliation for Feijian to be taken away by others, and it is even more shameful to have Feijian taken away because of fighting against others in such a sensual occasion.

It turned out that my uncle already knew it... The tension that was tightly hanging in the stomach fell down so hard at this moment that it hurt my heart.

Sheng Tianjiao is not reconciled, his life has just begun, and he still has great plans and great achievements, how can it end here?

There must be a way, yes, there must be a way.

Sheng Tianjiao touched the flying sword in his hand, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, immediately raised the flying sword, and said loudly:

"Look, uncle, my flying sword has not been taken away by anyone. This is my plan, yes, it's just a trick. I just want to keep track of Lu Wanxian's movements at any time, so I deliberately lost the flying sword to him! You see, I have already found Feijian and trapped him in a nightmare environment. If it hadn’t been for your sudden arrival, uncle, I would have forced Dongming Daoist to find out the method of cultivation by now, and Dongming Island Those treasures, the villager surnamed Lu was so frightened, he will definitely tell everything!"

When a person is about to die, his brain is also fast. Sheng Tianjiao made up such a large set of reasonable and reasonable rhetoric in a short time, and the Heavenly Dao system will applaud him.

Unfortunately, he was facing Lu Wanxian.Don't offend Lu Wanxian, an old fox who offends anyone. The Heavenly Dao System has a deep understanding of it.

"Oh, it's so miserable, I can't bear to watch it." The Tiandao system whispered in "Sheng Yusui", but for some reason, seeing others suffer from Lu Wanxian, the Tiandao system actually took pleasure in other people's misfortunes.

"Sheng Yusui" had a cold face, as if he didn't hear it.

"Sheng Tianjiao, this flying sword was passed on to you by your father. Do you still remember the oath you swore at the sword passing ceremony?"

"Sheng Yusui" said lightly.

The flying sword is not like a normal magic weapon. It only follows one person for a lifetime. Usually, a sword cultivator will pass on his natal flying sword, along with his own spiritual power, to his successor when his life is almost exhausted.

Sheng Tianjiao's father failed to break through the Nascent Soul stage, so he fell early. He was originally a heir who was favored by the previous generation of the Sheng family, but his talent was limited, so he pinned all his hopes on Sheng Tianjiao.

On the day of passing on the sword, Sheng Tianjiao made a solemn oath, in exchange for his father's natal flying sword and most of his spiritual power, he could break through the Nascent Soul Realm in just a hundred years.

"The sword is with the people, but the sword is dead and the people are dead."

This is an oath that must be made in the sword passing ceremony. It exists as an indispensable link, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. What oath.

Sheng Tianjiao turned pale when he heard such a question, and he didn't dare to take any chances, so he bowed his head and kowtowed to the feet of "Sheng Yusui" a few times, saying "Uncle Forgive me, Tianjiao knows his mistake."

On the ground in front of "Sheng Yusui", there was a protruding white stone. Sheng Tianjiao gritted his teeth and sold blood, and blood oozes from his forehead. The blood splattered on the white stone, which was very vivid.

"Raise your head." "Sheng Yusui" said after being silent for a while.

Sheng Tianjiao hurriedly raised his head, the blood on his forehead naturally flowed down the sides of the bridge of his nose, it was very bluffing at first glance.

"Sheng Yusui" stared at Sheng Tianjiao's miserable appearance, still expressionless: "Since you know your mistake, you should be punished."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the flying sword in Sheng Tianjiao's palm flew up with a "swoosh", hovering above Sheng Tianjiao's head, and the blade turned around, facing the Baihui acupoint directly above Sheng Tianjiao's head.

Sheng Tianjiao was so shocked that he forgot to pretend to be pitiful. He only said that he could get his uncle's sympathy by admitting his mistakes, but he didn't expect his uncle to ask him to look up, just to stab him to death with a sword!

The flying sword above his head exuded a powerful pressure, death was approaching, but Sheng Tianjiao couldn't struggle, his face instantly turned ashen.

Why, why did I have a brain twitch, and went to some kind of party on the lake, thinking that if my peers called me the leader, I would really be number one in the world?

Now facing this situation of death, I have no power to fight back. It is useless to claim a false name, but I hate that I was still addicted to it, arrogant and arrogant, and lazy in cultivation!

"No—brother, I was really wrong, I was really wrong!!" Sheng Tianjiao yelled, and hugged "Sheng Yusui"'s feet violently, tearing up, and shouted heart-piercingly.

If, if he could do it again, Sheng Tianjiao would definitely devote himself to cultivating and never indulge in these false names again!The goddamn leader of the same generation, whoever wants to be the leader, Sheng Tianjiao doesn't want to be that unjust soul who was praised and killed again!

The white light bloomed, and the cold air pierced the scalp.

Sheng Tianjiao closed his eyes with regret.

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After staying for a while, nothing happened.

Sheng Tianjiao was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, still shivering non-stop.

The nightmare has been broken, and the surroundings have returned to the real scene. The streets of the town in the second half of the night are still quiet, and occasionally a dog barks and insects sound.

Beside the street, the second brother of the Sheng family and the sixth son of the Sheng family stared dumbfounded at the eldest brother on the ground.

"Brother, you..."

Sheng Tianjiao wiped his face, struggled to sit up, and did not speak for a long time.If it wasn't for the return of the flying sword in his sleeve, he would have thought he had a nightmare.

With his back to Sheng Er and Sheng Liu, he seemed to be sitting like a statue.

"Brother..." Sheng Er walked closer and asked tentatively in a gentle tone: "Brother, have you seen Lu Wanxian?"

Sheng Tianjiao was silent for a long time before replying tremblingly: "I saw my uncle."

"What?!" Sheng Liuxian yelled in fright, and turned his head to run.

Sheng Er stopped him, turned back, and said to Sheng Tianjiao: "How could it be that Master Sheng was busy with the preparations for the Immortal Promotion Ceremony at Tianji Peak, so he couldn't get out of the way at all, and he wouldn't come here all of a sudden. Brother, don't you... ...was backlashed by the nightmare?"

Sheng Er guessed that Sheng Tianjiao was affected by the nightmare and saw the virtual image, so he was frightened like this.

"No, it must be my uncle himself. I won't admit my mistake." Sheng Tianjiao grabbed the soil on the ground, his palms were soaked in sweat, it was cold and sticky and uncomfortable, he didn't want to recall all the things in the nightmare.As if dying and coming back to life, Sheng Tianjiao's heart is full of remorse for changing his past, and the joy of escaping death.

Seeing that Sheng Tianjiao was so determined, Sheng Er couldn't say anything more. He took out the top-grade magic weapon Nightmare in the shape of a bronze mirror, handed it to Sheng Tianjiao, and said, "Brother, put it away, this magic weapon was trembling abnormally just now, and the surface appeared Crack, I'm afraid it can no longer be used."

Sheng Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grasped it in his hand to look. Sure enough, there was a very obvious crack on the surface of the bronze mirror.

"Too bad." After finally taking back his natal flying sword and breaking a high-grade magic weapon, Sheng Tianjiao was about to vomit blood.

Any magic weapon may be damaged.

High-grade instruments are no exception, but they are less likely to be damaged.

Sheng Tianjiao hastily twisted his sleeves to wipe the cracks on the surface of the copper mirror, muttering: "Don't break it, don't break it."

"Stop it, brother!" Sheng Er hurriedly shouted, "The magic weapon is damaged, and an uncontrollable abnormal illusion may erupt at any time—"

Before the words were finished, a white light flashed and Sheng Tianjiao disappeared.

It was late at night, and a crescent moon hung in the silent night sky.

The moonlight fell on the vast water, and several painted boats were parked in the center of the lake.

The red gauze flutters, half covering and half revealing the exquisitely carved railings of the painting boat.

Inside the painting boat, a young man with thin stature, pale complexion, and blood-red silk all over his body stood there. He was so weak that he seemed to be unable to hold on at any time, but there was an evil look on his handsome, almost demonic face. Smiles overflowing.He raised his head, pointed at the man who was half a head taller than him by the railing, and said with a half-truth and a half-smile:

"Little brother, do you have a Taoist companion? How about I be your Taoist companion?"

Sheng Tianjiao couldn't help being attracted by the young man's smile, he was wondering what was going on, when he felt the back of his neck suddenly lifted up.

The picture in front of me changed again.

The huge Xuanmen Tianque stands at the end of the ladder, surrounded by auspicious clouds.

"This is……"