Cultivate the ruthless way for him

This scene shattered everyone's hearts.

When Sanskrit and other immortal officials arrived, they saw Jun Shangxuan's clothes were stained with blood, he was half-kneeling on the edge of the cliff, holding Chi Xiao in his hand, the red mark on his forehead was burning like a blood moon, and the boundless and endless red sword intent swung like a flood, gathering On the abyss where the immortal energy is tumbling and the bottom cannot be seen, there are clanging and roaring.

It seems to be looking for something.

"Little boy..."

"Could it be the young master?"

Sanskrit suddenly understood something, could it be that the white snow that jumped off the high cliff amidst the tumbling clouds and thunder just now was... the young master? !

why? !

Sanskrit's heart was in severe pain, no matter how hard he was to hold on, he staggered and knelt on the ground in grief, tears pouring down like springs.

The rest of the immortal officials also knelt down one after another, looking at the empty edge of the cliff with red eyes.

Following the flaming red imprint on the forehead of the young emperor, the red sword intent spread out for tens of feet in one breath, and the overwhelming sword of the primordial spirit poured into the bottom of the cliff crazily, as if it wanted to fill up the deep cliff.

The world is red with blood.

Liu Fuying was startled awake by the thunder, supported by the steward, ran to the corridor in shock, and looked at the cliff in the distance, her face was white with extreme shock.

"Changyuan!"

Nan Shanjun finally followed the thunder and rushed over.

"You—what the hell happened here?"

Seeing silently facing the vast sea cliff, the immortal officials kneeling all over the ground, and Zhang Yuan's blood-stained Xuanyi, and the mark of fierce burning on his forehead, Nan Shanjun was in shock.

"Fanyin, what's going on?"

Fanyin's face was full of tears, choked with sobs, unable to speak.

"Could it be—" Nanshan Jun's thoughts flashed, he couldn't believe it: "Could it be that the one who ascended to cross the catastrophe just now was actually a disciple of Xuexiao Palace? Which one is it? Could it be Mo Yuyou?"

"Do not."

Sanskrit shook his head in pain.

"It's not Your Highness Mo Yu, it's—" "It's our young master."

The little son is still so young, His Highness Mo Yu has a father and a mother, and his status is noble, even if he ascends to cross the catastrophe, he will be celebrated by the Three Realms, but the little son is still so young, he has no one to rely on, so he is so resolute and jumps down.

Such a high cliff.

The young master has only a few cultivation bases.

Sanskrit has been a fairy official for so many years, and his heartache has never been so painful at this moment.

He is still like this.

What's more, Jun Shang who watched the young master jump off the cliff with his own eyes.

"You said, the one who just crossed the tribulation was——Zhao Zhao?"

As expected, Mr. Nanshan's complexion changed suddenly.

How could it be that little guy, that little guy's cultivation is not enough.

Nanshan Jun hurriedly walked to the edge of the cliff, and as soon as he stood still, the silver fairy robe was urged to fly by the sword energy. With his cultivation in the God Realm, he almost couldn't stand still.

Looking at his friend whose eyes were stained red, whose forehead was like blood, and who was still crazily releasing the Sword of Primordial Spirit, Mr. Nan Shan was shocked.

They have known each other for nearly ten thousand years, and he is very clear about the temperament of the person in front of him. Even when Mo Yu had an accident, this person was still able to deal with it calmly. Lived Mo Yu's remaining two souls and six souls.Why is it so out of control today.

Nanshan Jun looked at the sword energy rushing towards the bottom of the cliff like sea water, and in an instant, he vaguely guessed something.That's right, if those 72 thunderbolts really came for that little guy, with that little guy's cultivation base, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Chang Yuan."

Nanshan Jun called out again, sighed, for a moment, he had thousands of words, but he didn't know where to start.How could such a tragedy happen!

"It's all my fault."

Zhang Yuan closed his eyes, his face was as cold as jade, and his voice was hoarse and heavy.

"It's me, who didn't take good care of him."

"So far, I have taken three disciples. Two of them lost their souls or died because of me. My crime is unforgivable."

The red moon was like blood, burning crazily.

Mr. Nanshan was shocked.

"Chang Yuan, stop quickly, I know you are sad, but this calamity curse is something that Wentian specially uses to attack your sword heart. If your sword heart is unstable at this moment, and you are swallowed by this calamity curse, all three realms will be destroyed." Trapped into a place of no return."

The sword of the primordial spirit is as vast as the sea, filling the deep cliff in an instant, with madness and longing, inch by inch, searching for the breath of all living things at the bottom of the cliff.

The skin of Zhang Yuan's whole body was split inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood, tick-tock, quickly soaked through the large black lotus robe.

That was a sign that the inner mansion's celestial energy had been fully released, and the body was being backlashed by the sword energy.Nan Shanjun's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly used his own immortal energy to form a transparent air barrier to protect his friend's physical body.

Afterwards, Huaibi and Bihuajun, the crown prince of the dragon clan, also rushed over, along with Ye Heng and Sinan.

"Changyuan!"

Bi Huajun's complexion changed suddenly.

Immediately he asked Sanskrit: "What happened?"

The Sanskrit voice was choked up and it was difficult to make a sound.

The other immortal officials cried and answered: "Yes, it was our young master who jumped off the cliff."

Bi Huajun was taken aback.

Huai Bi, Si Nan, and Ye Heng changed their colors at the same time.

"Young master?"

For the first time, Sinan ran to the fairy official regardless of his manners: "Which one, which young master? Tell me clearly, which one..."

Si Nan suddenly lost his voice and froze.

Because he saw the Spirit Pivot, who was out of the crowd and rushed over at some time, facing the cliff straight, his shoulders trembling, and he knelt down with a puff.

Si Nan felt dizzy for a moment.

Standing up staggeringly, he wanted to run to the edge of the cliff, but Jun Bihua wrapped a white gauze around him and pulled him back.

"You don't want to die!"

Bi Huajun was furious: "That is the sword of the primordial spirit of the Sword God of the Upper God Realm!"

Si Nan was heartbroken: "That's my brother!"

"This is... what happened?"

A confused voice came.

Ye Heng turned his head and saw that it was his adoptive father Beihai Lord Ye Ziqiu who hadn't left after the birthday banquet, so he replied with red eyes: "It's Zhao Zhao, something happened."

Ye Ziqiu was also stunned: "How could this happen!"

Ye Heng shook his head with red eyes.

The priest of the Dragon Clan suddenly walked behind Huai Bi, and said urgently: "Your Highness, there is a letter from the Dragon Palace, and it was sent by the Dragon Lord himself with the scales of his own life. It seems that there is something urgent."

Huai Bi could only return to his senses temporarily, and fetched the letter written in Donghai ciphertext.

When he unfolded it, he was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly.

Ye Ziqiu stood on the side, saw this, and asked with concern: "What? But what happened to Donghai?"

Huai Bi concealed the letter, looked up at him, and said calmly: "It's nothing."

Ye Ziqiu said with a very easy-going smile, "That's good."

"Now the Beihai Lord's Mansion and the East China Sea are connected with each other, but Lord Long has needs, and I, the Beihai Lord's Mansion, will be on the saddle and back, and will not hesitate to do so."

Huai Bi also smiled lightly, and said: "The matter of the Dragon Clan will be resolved within the Dragon Clan, so I don't need Shui Jun to worry about it."

After finishing speaking, the sleeve walked to Sinan's side and said, "If you really want to go and have a look, I will send you there alone."

Sinan nodded gratefully.

Huai Bi sighed: "It doesn't have to be like this, I have some fate with this little guy alone. I can understand your feelings, and I feel very sorry for being alone, let alone you."

Huai Bi casually released a stream of immortal energy, covering Si Nan, and said, "Go."

Si Nan nodded, his legs were filled with lead, and he walked to the edge of the cliff step by step. Looking at the corner of the snow robe hanging alone on the rock by the edge of the cliff, he couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly.

**

Zhang Yuan's Yuanshen sword searched for two days at the bottom of the cliff, but found nothing. On the third day, the last ray of Chixiao sword energy, which was about to return to the inner palace, brought up a jade tablet.

The words Xuexiao Palace are engraved on the jade plaque.

There are several turtles engraved on the back by the little master mischievously.

There are two words written in the name column: Si Zhao.

Holding Zhang Yuan in his hand, his heart was pierced like a knife. At this moment, he finally understood that that little thing that always loved to cling to him would never come back.

Soul flies away.

No bones left.

This kind of sin, he may not be able to wash away in his life.

That night, Zhang Yuan ordered Sanskrit to bring the spirit pivot to Xueyang Hall.

Lingshu's liver and intestines were broken, his whole body trembled from crying, sobbing choked up, he knelt down in the hall and bowed his head.

"I say."

"I'll tell you everything."

"The two spirit treasures were indeed sold by me down the mountain for the young master. We did sell them for a large sum of money. But the money did not fall into the hands of the young master, but to the Ba Snake clan. "

The Sanskrit voice was stunned: "Ba Snake?"

"That's right. That was the time when the two Ba Snakes who came to the fourteenth state to look for the young master didn't come to visit the young master at all, but to borrow money from the young master to buy a spiritual place to live in. They were destroyed by the Jiao clan. In the cave, wandering around, with nowhere to go, they thought of the young master, the "young master". They asked the young master for a hundred thousand spirit stones, but the young master had no one to rely on. , I just live on the monthly money given by the king, how can I take out so many spirit stones at once. The young master refused to give them, and if they wanted to drive them away, they threatened the young master and told him about the wound on the back of the young master. Come on. The young master really had no choice, so he cruelly sold the two spirit treasures rewarded by the Lord."

"If it wasn't a last resort, how could the young master be so willing? This subordinate still remembers how happy and excited the young master was when he first received the reward from the emperor. He would hug him in his arms when he slept at night, and dragged his subordinates down to study those three treasures. The young master said that it was the first time the master rewarded him with a gift after he started, he must take good care of it, and when it is moved to the main hall in the future, it must be placed in the most conspicuous position, so that others will envy it to death."

Fanyin said angrily: "This is not borrowing money, it is clearly extortion?!"

"Yes."

Lingshu smiled wryly: "Not to mention blood-related relatives, even strangers would never be able to do such a thing. These Basnake people are cold-blooded, ruthless, selfish, and have never regarded the young master as a relative at all."

Zhang Yuan listened silently, and when he heard this, Fang asked: "Since there are difficulties, why didn't he explain the reason to me later?"

Lingshu said in great pain: "Because... the young master dare not let your lord know about that wound. Not only your lord, but anyone in the fairy clan, once they know the origin of the young master's wound, they will definitely not let it go. If you don’t tell your majesty, you may get through the test in a bluff and ask your majesty for forgiveness, but once you tell your majesty, there will be no place for a young master in this fairy clan!"

However, thinking about the young man who jumped down the cliff alone at this moment, Lingshu suddenly regretted it, regretted it heart-poundingly, he should have told the truth if he knew the result.

Even if the young master is really not tolerated in the fairy clan, he can still find a way to make a living in other places. As long as he is alive, there is hope, not like now...not even a wisp of remnant soul left.

The little prince was alone and helpless before he was alive, and after his death... and so again, he didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated and live a new life.

Sure enough, it was related to that wound.

Chang Yuan word by word, said in a deep voice: "Tell me, what happened to that wound? Exactly—what was it injured by?"

Lingshu burst into tears.

"Young master lied to your majesty."

"That wound was not injured by the monster of the Liu Mansion at all. In fact, it has been more than 300 years old."

After Sinan passed out, he was taken to the side hall by Sanskrit to recuperate.

At this moment, standing outside the palace gate with a pale face, he said in a trembling voice, "More than 300 years?"

More than 300 years ago, wasn't it the day when he just returned to Qilin Palace?

Lingshu nodded.

"That's right, the young master's injury was indeed left in the Qilin Palace."

"Young master, do you still remember that one year, you and the young master sneaked out of the palace to play, fell into a cave, and were trapped in the cave for eight days and nights."

Si Nan was at a loss for a moment.

"I remember."

"Of course I remember."

"What do you mean, don't you..."

"That's right." Lingshu smiled miserably, with a trembling voice: "At that time, everyone thought that the Ba Snake tribe had secretly designed a poisonous scheme to switch their blood with the young master, so that the young master fell outside and suffered a lot, my little one." Instead, the son occupied the magpie's nest and enjoyed the patriarch's wife's love. After the truth was exposed, all the elders in Qilin Palace regarded the young master as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh. The son was expelled from the clan. The young master was young, so after experiencing this incident, he was naturally terrified. He was indoctrinated with the idea of ​​how lowly the monster race is, and his morals are corrupt. Naturally, he was very afraid of being driven away. During that time, sleeping in the middle of the night was often punished. Waking up from a nightmare. In order to stay, the young master tried every means to establish a good relationship with the young master and please the young master. The young master was naughty since he was a child. The Lord sneaked out of the palace to play. Unexpectedly, he accidentally fell into the cave that time."

"The young master is weak, and after being trapped in the cave for three days, he couldn't hold on. The young master was terrified, knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, and was very afraid that something would happen to the young master and anger the patriarch's wife. He fed the young master with his own blood. Lord, I tried my best to smash the stone wall and spread the news to the Qilin Palace. Finally, after being trapped for eight days and nights, the guards of the Qilin Palace finally received the distress signal from the young master."

"But no one expected that there would be a big demon hiding in that cave. As soon as the guards entered the cave, they were ambushed by the big demon..."