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"Deputy Sect Master, something is wrong."

Ziyunzong, Haozong Hall, the disciples of the Fourth Upper Hall dressed in black stumbled in from outside the door, their faces extremely terrified.

Meng Xuanzhen stood up abruptly, swept the tea bowl on the table with his wide sleeves, fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"Don't panic, talk to the hall carefully."

Thinking of the redness he saw in Zhongzheng Hall that day, Meng Xuanzhen's voice trembled, and he seemed to be even more flustered than his disciples.

"The suzerain... he actually..." the black-clothed disciple cried and said, "He actually disregarded the life and death of the people and wiped out thirteen fiefdoms of the Fu family in Heyang."

"what!"

Meng Xuanzhen shook his body, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. He covered his chest and slowly walked back to his seat. After a long time, he said, "Is there anyone alive?"

The black-clothed disciple shook his head, and said sobbingly: "It is said that except for Fu Qingyun, the whole family of the Fu family, Fu Qingfeng, the second head of the Heyang city, and the Fu family's hundreds of thousands of troops, are all...buried..."

"What about the suzerain?"

"The suzerain took the junior brother and disappeared. Only senior brother Lin and eleven other fellow disciples came back. They are waiting outside the main hall."

"Quick pass..." Meng Xuanzhen clenched his fists and trembled, "You go down first, remember, you are not allowed to mention this matter to others."

"Deputy Sect Master, how can we hide this, the blood of Heyang City is flowing like a river, and now the Three Realms are shaking, everyone knows that my Ziyun Sect is no different from the Demon Sect..."

"Shut up, if you dare to talk nonsense again, this hall will expel you from the sect, and you will never be allowed to enter again."

The bell rang continuously, and above the main hall of Haozong Hall, except Sun Daoyi, the master of Puxuan Hall, who was still imprisoned in Youfu Cave, the other three hall masters had all arrived.

Both Ying Lianzi, the master of the Fatong Hall, and Zhou You, the master of the Xiaoyao Hall, looked unkind. Meng Xuanzhen turned away the irrelevant disciples, exchanged glances with Zhou You, and silently sat on the master's seat.

"Zhiyuan, tell me." Meng Xuanzhen said in a deep voice.

Lin Zhiyuan, the eldest disciple of Meng Xuanzhen, with disheveled hair and bruises all over his body, fell on the ground and wept uncontrollably: "Master, this disciple is useless, and I blame him for being useless. The Fu family is too deceitful, and the alchemy department is full of bones. The suzerain did this to save the junior brother." Cai Tucheng forced the alchemist of the Fu family to save people...

It's a pity that alchemist Mu took action too late, the life and death of the junior brother is unpredictable, but the suzerain...he also made a big mistake!My Ziyun Sect no longer has the face to lead the fairy world, disciple... this disciple wishes to spend his whole life in the rotten cave, facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes, and never be born again. "

He didn't finish his sentence, only heard a "boom", half of Meng Xuanzhen's seat was shattered into powder, he stood up and walked in front of Lin Zhiyuan.

"You are not worthy of being my disciple. The suzerain has his own reasons for doing things. Why do you say that my Ziyun sect has no face to lead the fairy world? I will abolish you."

"Brother Meng, don't be impulsive." Zhou You appeared like a ghost and stood in front of Meng Xuanzhen. .Now the world is going to be in chaos, and it is the time for employing people. If disciples do something wrong, they just need to be trained, and there is no need to get angry."

"The world is in chaos?" Meng Xuanzhen said all, "The suzerain is alive, so I don't see where the chaos is."

Zhou You was stunned for a moment, and said: "Senior brother Meng, I advise you to calm down. You and I both nodded when we cooperated with Tianyan Kingdom in Mu Dan. Although I always felt that it was against the law of heaven and I felt guilty, In any case, the suzerain's massacre of the city is also a betrayal of heaven, in your eyes, is this still Ziyun's suzerain?"

Meng Xuanzhen said: "Since taking over, the suzerain has shouldered heavy burdens, cared about the common people, acted openly and aboveboard, and did not hesitate to sacrifice his own cultivation in eliminating demons and defending Taoism. How could he not be the suzerain of Ziyun? In my opinion, killing those Mu Dans is just a deterrent. world."

"You...Meng Xuanzhen, I hope that one day you can ask him in person, is it worth it to destroy Ziyun Sect Master's 3000-year reputation and everything in the past to be dust for a worthless disciple?"

Zhou You raised his head and let out a long sigh, turned around and walked out of the hall.

"This is the end of the matter, we have to keep the Ziyun Sect first." Ying Lianzi, who hadn't said a word, stood in front of Meng Xuanzhen at this moment, "Other immortal sects have long coveted the resources of my Ziyun Sect. The truth? We will find excuses to commit crimes, and we should take precautions early."

Meng Xuanzhen looked at Zhou You's back, suppressed his anger, and said, "What Master Uncle said is true."

Ying Lianzi asked again: "The disciples from all the halls are still here, have they all returned? Where's Lu Fan?"

He Jiyou was in a calmer mood than the other fellows. Kneeling on the ground at this time, he recounted the previous incident in detail, and then said: "The little uncle was arrested with us to the Shura Sea. But we have never met him. So we don't know his whereabouts."

Ying Lianzi turned to Meng Xuanzhen, "Is there any news about the disciple you sent out?"

Meng Xuanzhen said: "Since there is no news of death, it may be lost in the chaos of war. Uncle Master, don't worry, look slowly, and you will definitely find it."

"Hehe, Heyang City has been buried, and the powers of the triple tribulation have all died in battle. Everyone else is here, but I, Lu Fan, are not here. You are a good deputy suzerain." After Ying Lianzi finished speaking, she waved her sleeves. and go.

"Master, you...why are you doing this?"

Meng Xuanzhen stared blankly at the outside of the hall, and went up to the Fourth Hall 72 Magic Mountain. At some point, it was shrouded in the bloody setting sun.

Sovereign...Senior Brother... Tell me, is this really worth it?

The bloody setting sun crossed the Yukun Mountains, crossed the border of the Black Sea, crossed Qibao Mountain, and sprinkled towards Suitian Town, a territory of Heyang City, where it was still in purgatory.

Even in the underground, the Asura Sea sandwiched between the Yin and Yang realms, was disturbed by the sound of rumbling mountains and landslides, and one could even feel magma rolling into the boiling river.

Because the entire space is hot, the air seems to be burning at any time, braving hot sticky moisture.

Lu Fan lay in the gray smoke, he was already in despair.

The Illusory Sea Nether Array was destroyed, all the buildings were destroyed instantly, and the collapse of the entire space would also shatter the stone pillars that were pressing down on his body, and he was lucky to be free.

But what is the point of such freedom?It's just being trapped in a larger space, trapped in the boundless darkness.

He never walked out of the cave. The cave where the Panlong Envoy was imprisoned was full of bloody stench. Most of the people were dead, and the Twelve Dragons should have lost their breath. It was very quiet here.

He is also fast, coming to the end of his life.

In the gray smoke, there was more and more primordial demonic energy. He couldn't resist it, and he was also infected with the demonic energy. He felt that his cultivation base was gradually losing, and the primordial baby that had been formed at the beginning had shrunk to formless, just like him. Almost exhausted the vitality of life.

He hated, hated himself for not killing Wei Qing ten years ago, for not taking the house early, and even more hated himself for being soft-hearted time and time again, only to be led by the nose by that little devil to where he is today.

Now the humiliated body shivered in the darkness, and he wanted to tear the world apart.

Shred Wei Qing, shred Mo Xuanfang, shred everyone in Ziyun Sect.

Except for Master Ying Lianzi, they all regarded him as an outsider, and no one was sincerely treating him well, otherwise they would not leave together and forget him alone.

He wants to live, he wants revenge, and he wants to live until the day he sees their pain.

He wanted to see Wei Qing prostrate at his feet, crying and begging for mercy.

Wei Qing, remember, you are mine and will always be mine.

He moved his chapped lips and breathed in a mouthful of cloudy devilish energy.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a bright light in the sky, which was an orange burning flame falling from the sky.

someone is coming……

Lu Fan sat up excitedly. Seeing that the flame was getting brighter and brighter, he arrived at a place in mid-air in a blink of an eye. After shaking it twice, the nearby space suddenly lit up in a large area.

Sure enough, he was still in the cave, so Lu Fan hurriedly found a collapsed hole and got in, but the person who came was An Zechuan, the Envoy of Panlong.

An Zechuan had already recovered most of his cultivation. At this time, he lit all the torches in the cave with magic, and searched eagerly among the ashes of the ruins.

An Ming, and the other eleven dragonmen, although their huge dragon bodies have all escaped the ravages of Zhenlongsuo, some have been broken or even disappeared, and the remaining bodies are stacked on top of each other.

Those stacked bodies were huge and squishy, ​​and they were all dead.

The Panlong Envoy uttered a shrill dragon cry, he raised his head to the sky, his waterfall-like purple hair spread, and his wailing almost pierced through the cave, causing Lu Fan to spit out two mouthfuls of blood on the spot. If it wasn't for the Nascent Soul Guardian, he would have been heartbroken .

But amidst the sharp dragon cry, a dragon's body moved slightly, and the silver scales also glowed faintly.

"An Ming?"

An Zechuan quickly noticed Yinlong, flew to his dragon head, and opened his eyelids.

An Ming is still alive.

An Zechuan laughed wildly, then suddenly picked up the dragon's head, and then gently slid to the bloody hole dug by Zhenlongsuo.One hand caressed it, the other hand grasped the dragon's horn, and muttered something.

The huge dragon's magic power soon rippled around the dragon's head circle after circle.With the frequency of the ripples, dots of light spots gradually appear.After a while, the light spots converged into a series of white lights, and finally condensed into a dazzling holy light.

The scope of the holy light became wider and wider, winding down from An Ming's dragon head, covering his entire dragon body.

Lu Fan happened to be hiding near the dragon's tail, and the huge dragon's tail slowly squirmed under the light of the holy light, and the whole dragon's body regained its vitality.

Lu Fan quietly moved towards the dragon's tail, reaching out a hand to touch the dragon's tail.Sure enough, as he expected, the holy light spread towards him.

This is the unique healing light of the Panlong Envoy. Although Lu Fan cultivates spiritual power, which is not related to dragon magic power, the healing power can also restore his physical strength and improve his spiritual power a little.

What's more, the holy light washed away the demon energy of primordial origin in Lu Fan's body, and the damaged Nascent Soul was restored to its original state.

Lu Fan was overjoyed, and while being careful not to expose himself, he circulated the spiritual power in his body to cooperate with the healing of the holy light.

After such a long time, An Ming's wound healed more than half.And his silver dragon body also began to shrink, turning back into a human form.

He opened his eyes and saw An Zechuan, and tremblingly said: "An Ming...see Sir Panlong Envoy."

An Zechuan let out a long breath and received the holy light. His dragon magic power was seriously consumed and his breath was uneven. He said: "This place is not suitable for long. Since your body can move, follow me now."

"What about them?" An Ming struggled to get up, looked around, tears welled up in his eyes, and wailed in a low voice.

An Zechuan frowned lightly, and under the firelight, his brows became more profound. He said to An Ming: "Dragon people don't need to cry, that's a sign of weakness. Let's leave this place quickly and go to Black Marsh Dragon Village, and then make plans .”

Soon, two figures, one black and one silver, flew out of the huge cave, and the torches were extinguished one by one behind them.

"Black Marsh Dragon Village?" Lu Fan came out from the shadows, and was about to fly out before the torch was extinguished, when he heard a few loud "bang bang" sounds, accompanied by frantic energy shaking.

The Dragon Clan in front actually started fighting with people, and was surrounded by dozens of figures.

That An Zechuan was really amazing. Although the dragon's magic power was severely depleted, while protecting the seriously injured An Ming, he could barely hold on to a dozen of them. He injured two people in the blink of an eye, and rushed out from the breakthrough with An Ming.

Lu Fan watched them walk away, and then walked out of the cave carefully, when a strong force suddenly sucked him in.

Only one man said: "Uncle Fu Guo, this man has lived here for so long, and his morality is still intact. I wonder if it is the evil way of Ziyun Sect?"

"Whether he is or not, take him back and practice the Soul Devouring Dafa for me. There will be no one here." An old man said in an extremely cold voice.

Suitian Town is still a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​flames. In Wei Qing's dream, it will never end.

And in the sea of ​​fire, there is always a white-clothed immortal with purple light flowing on his chest, that is Ziyun Sect Master, his master.

It is also the person I was looking for in my vague memory.

"Master... ah..."

Wei Qing frowned, as if bearing boundless pain, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

A big hand immediately touched his forehead, wiping his sweat with a clean silk handkerchief.

And his hand was also held by that person, and the spiritual power of Da Luo Jinxian continuously entered his body from his wrist, and the hot energy rushed to his limbs and bones, nourishing his dying young dragon and the remaining vitality.

Outside the wooden house, the sickle moon hangs high, and the wind blows the bamboo shadows. It is Mo Xuanfang's No. 20 days of sleeplessness.