The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

Beside him was the great master of the upper realm who was bleeding from seven orifices and died in a miserable state.

Behind him is his lover's daughter whom he has loved for a long time, holding him tightly and never letting go.

The head of the Wanxiang Sect suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness as he had when he watched his wife die of dystocia and blood collapse. His rapid improvement in strength over the years, in front of the most powerful person recognized in the cultivation world, Zhenjun Vanity So fragile and vulnerable.

He hugged Wu Lingyue tightly, his legs were trembling slightly, but he still wanted to create an image of a fearless and powerful father in front of Wu Lingyue, but the master of Wanxiang Sect knew very well that he might not live long.

All the things he did were outrageous, making people want to smash him into pieces, so that he would never be reborn, and it was absolutely impossible for him to die happily. When he did it, he thought about it and was willing to bear the consequences of failure, but as A father, he only wanted to protect Wu Lingyue well.

Sensing Song Yan's piercingly cold eyes, the master of Wanxiang Sect stood still without showing timidity, blocked Wu Lingyue behind him, and said with a forced smile, "Zhenjun, it's been a long time."

Song Yan didn't say a word, but looked at him with cold eyes, as if there was nothing to hide: "Your lifespan should have been exhausted long ago."

The head of the Vientiane Gate froze.

It is true that his cultivation base has not improved for many years. Based on his original cultivation base, his lifespan should indeed be exhausted.

"I just want to ask you, besides your Vientiane Gate, where else is doing this kind of thing?" Song Yan slowly fell from the sky.

The master of the Wanxiang Sect saw that the flashy lord admired by everyone in the cultivation world was about to come before him, subconsciously took a step back, and almost bumped into Wu Lingyue: "I don't know."

Song Yanji was concerned about the innocent people in the dark prison, and the black-robed man had already solved the big problem in his heart. He glanced at the two of them, but he didn't get the answer he wanted, and he didn't even bother to talk to them. He waved his long sleeves and was quenched again. The refined high-grade fairy-binding rope rushed out from the sleeve, tightly binding the Master of the Vientiane Sect and Wu Lingyue.

"What are you doing?!" Suddenly being tied up, Wu Lingyue opened her eyes angrily, "Who do you think you are, why did you tie me up and my daddy!"

Song Yan did not answer her obligation, moved her fingers, pulled out a section of the fairy rope, and tied the two together. The Fuchen Sword beside her trembled slightly. Then, the tip of the sword lifted the two of them like a string of candied haws, Wu Lingyue's scream and the comfort of the master of the Vientiane Gate threw the two of them in the air, and they rushed towards the Vientiane Gate together with Song Yan.

The disciples of the Vientiane Sect saw that the sect master was lifted into the air by a sword, and they were already in a state of panic. They couldn't stop Song Yan from breaking in. Under the strong coercion, those low-cultivation disciples of Wanxiang Sect collapsed on the ground and could not move, and he was able to easily enter the dark prison.

The pungent smell of blood poured into the nostrils in an instant, Song Yan didn't even frown, and walked straight through the narrow path, ignoring the rotting corpses and scattered human bones on both sides, and walked towards the place where the voices were the loudest.

There are two small cells, each cell is full of people, and the smell of corpses emitted by the corpses stored for a long time lingers in everyone's nostrils, but everyone seems to be used to it, as if it is tasteless, it is time to cry Howling is still crying.

The moment Song Yan appeared, the cell was quiet for a moment, and the people in the cell on the left were in great panic all day long, and didn't recognize him for a while, thinking that Song Yan was from the Vientiane Gate, and came to pull them away When they went out to die, they all squeezed back in horror.

Only a few disciples with clear faces saw Song Yan and squeezed forward in disbelief: "True Monarch?"

Song Yan's eyes fell on them.

The disciples have also suffered great mental torture these days. The white disciple clothes belonging to Yue Huazong are covered with dust, and they can no longer see their original appearance, and their expressions are a bit haggard, but they are all pleasantly surprised after seeing Song Yan .

They thought that they would die here like the other brothers, but they never thought that there would be a day when they would get out alive.

Song Yan stretched out his hand, and a wave of white aura lingered around his fingertips, and then this aura wrapped the big lock of the prison door. The two huge and heavy iron locks just broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The people of Moyi City instantly fell into the ecstasy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

They screamed and rushed out of the two small cells that imprisoned them. The heavy iron doors were thrown to the ground forcefully, and they were trampled to the ground by pairs of feet. These people embraced and wept with their relatives in the opposite cell. Those whose relatives had already died rushed out of the dark prison angrily, and rushed to the group of sanctimonious Vientiane sect disciples outside.

Song Yan gave the elixir to the surviving disciples of Yue Huazong one by one, watched them take it, and saw their mental state visibly improved a lot, and asked, "Have you ever seen the storage?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them replied: "Peak master Yunzang? The disciples were all arrested very early, and they have never seen each other before."

Song Yan said "Yes", and told them to keep an eye on the people outside to prevent them from committing suicide, while walking towards the innermost stone room by himself.

There is the most important thing for this trip, the blood beads.

Irregular stones formed a stone wall, and the blood pool was still bubbling and bubbling. The blood inside was thick, like the most refined blood. In the center of the blood pool, the blood beads stored in the transparent cover were about to take shape.

This place is not affected by the outside world at all, the blood bead has been slowly absorbing the blood in the pool, this time Song Yan did not hesitate, and directly blasted the blood bead with all the spiritual energy in his body.

The mountain shook for a while.

The stone chamber was shaking, and the debris kept rolling down. Song Yan looked up and saw that the blood beads that were originally in the center of the blood pool had been shattered and sprinkled in the blood pool, and the blood in the pool was splashed around, mixing with the dust on the ground Together, they became gray balls.

Song Yan's body was also splattered with blood, and the white shirt was covered with red patches, which was particularly dazzling.

The blood bead has been destroyed, so there is no need to exist here anymore.

When he walked out of the dark prison, the dark iron prison and the dilapidated woodshed behind him collapsed, turning into ruins in an instant.

Finally, Song Yan found the unconscious Daoist Yun Zang in the ancestral hall in the backyard of Wanxiang Gate.

A pill entered the throat, and the real person who contained it woke up leisurely.

The truth was laid out one by one, and the cruel and vicious conspiracy was fully revealed in front of Song Yan.

Wanxiangmen is the only small sect with monks in this border town.

A few years ago, there were no casual cultivators here, and the casual cultivators thought it was too remote and had little aura, so they left one after another, and those monks who lived in Moyi City and had poor talent were reluctant to leave, so they all joined the Vientiane Sect.

In the world of comprehension, who doesn't want to improve their own strength?The man in black hit it off with the head of the Vientiane Sect, and the rest of the disciples of the Vientiane Sect also joined in, willing to be the lackeys of the people in the upper realm, to capture innocent people from Moyi City for the Heipao people, and then choose those who are talented in cultivation to skin them. The bone is drawn, the blood merges into the blood pool, and the spirit root contributes and blood beads.

And those disciples who opposed it at the beginning ended up like those ordinary people, becoming the nourishment of blood beads.

The batch of direct disciples sent by Yue Huazong were all elites, they were not defenseless, but like Song Yan, they and Yun Zangren met Wu Lingyue who was very disguised as soon as they entered the city.

They are all pure and kind people, they never thought that they would be played around by a little girl under ten years old, and they almost took their lives.

They believed Wu Lingyue's misfortune, settled him down and listened to her "accidental" news, secretly and recklessly sneaked into the enemy camp to investigate, but was discovered by Da Neng, a fusion period sitting in the Wanxiang Gate, packed him up and put him in a dark prison among.

The disciples and Daoist Yun Zang were all pushed into the pit of fire by the same excuse.

But Wu Lingyue, who was one of the culprits, didn't think he was wrong at all, and still insisted on asking Song Yan to let go of their father and daughter.

"You are not a good sect master, let alone a good father." Song Yan said calmly.

The Master of Wanxiang Sect lowered his head in shame, Wu Lingyue who was tied up with him was very unconvinced, and argued: "Why do you say that my father is not a good father, my father is very good to me, you are not allowed to say that about him!"

"I didn't want Lingyue to be involved in this matter, so I settled her in the city. I never thought that she would still want to help me share my worries." The head of the Vientiane Sect glanced at the angry Wu Lingyue, his eyes were full of warmth, "She's a good kid."

"She's not." Song Yan retorted categorically, with a face as cold as ice, "Ignore all living beings, just to satisfy the little family affection in my heart, she is not a good person, no matter to the cultivation world or the Wanxiangmen, you two They are no different from the men in black robes from the upper realm, they are all selfish and indifferent."

"You are not worthy of being monks."

All the darkness in the master of Wanxiangmen's heart was torn away by Song Yanchi and naked, and exposed to the sun, and the little reason he used to comfort himself no longer existed.

What for the dead wife, for the daughter.

It was just an excuse for the darkness in his heart.

It will take a long time for the chaotic Moyi City to get on the right track. Song Yan, Yun Zang Zhenren and other surviving disciples of Yue Huazong left here and returned to the sect.

The Master of Wanxiang Sect and Wu Lingyue were also taken back to Yue Huazong by Song Yan for interrogation.

This kind of sordid evil must be exposed to the world.

"Master, wait for me!" Yuxue's cute boy held maltose tightly in his hands, and ran towards the middle-aged man in front, his immature face was full of satisfaction.

The man stopped helplessly: "You."

The boy stuck out his tongue, and grabbed the sleeve of the middle-aged man with his free other hand, allowing the man he called Master to wipe off the syrup on his mouth, one big and one small walked towards the sunset. Going, the shadow stretches very long, ordinary but enviable.

Shen Suzhi looked at this harmonious and warm scene in silence, her slender fingers clenched into fists unconsciously, the veins on the back of her hand were bulging, and it was all blue and white.

He remembered that when he first met Song Yan, with his passion, he rushed forward to stand up for others regardless of the consequences, but he was beaten all over his body and locked in the woodshed. He also regretted it at that time.

Hate myself for being so impulsive.

In the end, when he regretted his mistakes and was about to lose his life, he saw Song Yan in a white shirt descending from the sky to save him from danger.

It would be great if he never doubted Master.

If he broke away from the devil world after being rescued by Song Yan and only became his disciple and a kind person, would the result be different from now?

Shen Suzhi suddenly wanted to go to the small border town where he and Song Yan met for the first time.

Just one look, just one look.

The author has something to say: Well, Xiao Shen and Shizun missed it perfectly

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