Botmaster

Because of her obsession, Murong Yanyan's figure has regressed back to that of a three-year-old child, and recently, her physical condition has been very unstable. Sometimes she wakes up with the appearance of a girl, and sometimes she can't even walk like a toddler. It is difficult, so Cuihuan is always worried that she will go out alone.

To be honest, it is not easy to run so far with the body of a three-year-old child at present. In addition to her deep cultivation base supporting her, the tone she forcibly endured is also the key. Now that the tone is off, what? It's all over...

Yan Jingchen looked at Murong Yanyan who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and suddenly felt a sense of God's help in his heart. He urged the weak water sword with his spiritual sense, and flew towards Murong Yanyan at an accelerated speed.

This fall, it will naturally be difficult, Murong Yanyan looked at Yan Jingchen who was coming towards her with the sword, and closed her eyes in despair.

Yan Jingchen controlled the weak water sword and stopped beside Murong Yanyan. As soon as the weak water sword approached Murong Yanyan, his murderous aura suddenly rose.

"Master Murong, I didn't want to kill..." Yan Jingchen said.

"What nonsense!" Murong Yanyan interrupted him, "You don't want to kill, but you won't let me go. What's the use of talking nonsense? Anyway, with my current incomplete appearance, I can't cause any trouble If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

After saying this, Murong Yanyan closed her eyes and waited for death, unwilling to say anything more.

She didn't want to see the Nanming Temple, which she had worked so hard for all her life, destroyed, but at the same time, she didn't want to pass on the position of head to others easily.

Seeing her completely giving up resistance, Yan Jingchen felt a bit of intolerance, but thinking of Xiao Wu, that bit of intolerance was cut off.

"So, offended!" Yan Jingchen was about to stab the three-year-old child with his weak water sword in his hand.

Just when the tip of his sword was about to touch Murong Yanyan's body, Tong Wu's voice came from behind, shouting with a bit of anxiety: "Yan Jingchen, you can't kill her!"

"Xiao Wu?" Yan Jingchen felt unbelievable. Earlier, Tong Wu's attitude towards his idea of ​​destroying the Nanming Temple was completely acquiescing. Why did he suddenly stop it at this moment?

Ziqing's big cattail fan flew close to Yan Jingchen, and Tong Wu jumped off first without waiting for him to lower his height.

"You can't kill her! Yan Jingchen, killing her alone means killing everyone in the Nanming Palace!"

Murong Yanyan, who closed her eyes and waited to die, heard the words, opened her eyes to look at Tong Wu, and sneered, "Little zombie, what did you say?"

Tong Wu looked at Murong Yanyan, then turned his head and said firmly to Yan Jingchen: "The spiritual consciousness of the master of the Nanming Palace supports the water curtain above our heads, and she has not handed over the order to kill her. , the water curtain will collapse!"

"What!" Obviously, Yan Jingchen didn't know about it.

"Don't kill her..." Tong Wu grabbed Yan Jingchen's arm pleadingly, "I know you did all this for me, but you can bear the punishment of killing one person, killing everyone in Nanming Palace how do you suffer?"

"But she wants to harm you. I can't let any factors that threaten you exist."

Tong Wu shook his head and said, "There are many ways to imprison Murong Yanyan, but if you can't stand the punishment of heaven and die, where can I find another you?"

The monk fell, the soul disappeared in the three realms, and there was no chance for the three souls and seven souls to be put into reincarnation to reshuffle the cards. It was real and could never be found again.Yan Jingchen couldn't bear this kind of pain of loss, and of course Tong Wu couldn't bear it either.

Yan Jingchen was moved by Tong Wu's words, he gritted his teeth and put away the weak water sword, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Murong Yanyan who was lying on the ground, "Who! Come out!" Murong Yanyan shouted sharply.

The dormant figure in the corner remained silent for a few seconds before slowly walking out of the shadows.

The one hiding was none other than Lin Li, Murong Yanyan's eldest disciple. The guy who was most able to control the wind just slipped away in the chaos of the hall. Murong Yanyan thought he was fleeing for his life, but for some reason Hiding furtively in a corner like this.

"Disciple? Why are you here?" Murong Yanyan frowned and asked.

"Master's question is good!" Lin Li smiled, "I am here, of course, to see Master for the last time!"

"What did you say?"

At this moment, Yan Jingchen had guarded Tong Wu behind him vigilantly, and the two of them retreated slowly. The master and apprentice were really evil, and Yan Jingchen didn't want to get close to them.

Lin Li didn't seem to be intimidated by Murong Yanyan's stern tone. Instead, he squatted down frivolously and brushed the sword wound on Murong Yanyan's face with his fingers. Unfortunately, he said, "Tsk tsk, such a juicy face was actually scratched." ,it's a pity."

"you……"

"Master, you don't want the millennium foundation of Nanming Temple to be destroyed, do you?" Lin Li helped Murong Yanyan up, straightened her messy hair, and asked softly.

At this moment, Murong Yanyan couldn't notice Lin Li's abnormality anymore, that means there is a problem with his IQ. She looked at Lin Li warily, and asked back, "What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is, Master, you have passed on the order of the master to me, so you can die with peace of mind." Lin Li's tone was very soft, with some respect, as if what he said was not chilling words , but a greeting to Master.

"You're dreaming! Even if I die, I will not hand over the Nanming Temple to you, nor to you, nor to anyone else!" Murong Yanyan became hysterical and screamed when the Hall Master was involved.

Hearing this, Lin Li's originally kind face suddenly changed. His face was clouded with murderous looks, "Bitch, are you going to pay me?"

"Don't pay me, huh...you scoundrel, it's in vain that I dote on you. Is this how you repay Master?"

"Repay? Murong Yanyan, I've lived by your side for so many years, I'm afraid you don't know why? Hehe... I just want to kill you, kill the eight elders, and then snatch the Nanming Palace, just It's as if you killed my father with a poisonous trick in order to snatch the magic weapon from my father..."

"What?" Murong Yanyan didn't understand why.

Everyone in the Kunlun School didn't know why, and they didn't know how things had evolved from a disciple's rebellion to avenging his father's murder. Sure enough, there were many strange things in Nanming Temple.

"That year when you first became the hall master, you wanted to hold the martial arts conference well, so you invited many great sects and powerful casual cultivators to participate. My father was also invited back then. When he came to Nanming hall, he was wearing Several years of magic weapons, there are rare genuine ones, and replicas that he has devoted himself to research." At this point, Lin Li stopped and looked at Murong Yanyan, "Do you still remember?"

Murong Yanyan shook her head, she didn't remember much about when she first became the head.

"My father was guilty of committing crimes, and you and the eight elders saw him as murderous. You people who practice the Tao, can actually do such shameless things for their own greed!"

At this point, the Kunlun faction who were onlookers could figure out a rough idea.