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Zhuang Qiu stood up, looked at Lu Xuan from afar, and asked via voice transmission, "Can you come in?"

Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows at Zhuang Qiu provocatively. He couldn't transmit the sound, and didn't intend to answer Zhuang Qiu, but stepped into the passage with one foot.

Zhuang Qiu sighed, this kid has a temper.

He looked at Ji Qingning with closed eyes and rested his mind again, hesitated for a while, but he still didn't go forward, but followed behind Lu Xuan and walked into the corridor.

The rest of the people also waited for a long time. It must be reasonable for them to be guided here, so after seeing Lu Xuanzhuang Qiu go in without hesitation, they also discussed with each other. There is no other way out now, and waiting is useless Wait, the result is only one, and they all followed behind.

This corridor is similar to the place just now, and there is no danger. After the initial vigilance, Zhuang Qiu gradually relaxed.

Lu Xuan watched Zhuang Qiu keep looking back, and said mockingly, "If you're worried, just leave with Ji Qingning. What's the matter with you?"

Zhuang Qiu said indifferently: "Go your way, don't meddle in other people's business."

After walking for about an hour or so, the scenery suddenly became brighter.

There is the sound of babbling and singing in my ears.

In front of me is a stage, the kind of stage in the mortal world.

In front of the stage is a whole row of seats, which are specially reserved for theatergoers.

Zhuang Qiu chose a place near the front and sat down.

The opera singer on the stage was still babbling and singing repeatedly, Zhuang Qiu listened carefully, as if he was accusing the Yu family of crimes.

Piece after piece, sang over and over again.

Those who come in can hear the slightly weird sound of babbling.

"How could there be a stage for a mortal here?"

"It's weird. Did he let us watch a play? This man brought us here just to let us watch a play? It took so much effort?"

"Let's take a look first, I always feel that things are not that simple."

The crime was stated more than ten times, until Lu Xuan was a little tired of hearing it, and wanted to stand up and lift the table.

Suddenly the gongs and drums sounded.

"The descendants of Yayu's surname go to court—"

The judge threw down a card, and the sound of gongs and drums came from nowhere, and amidst the sound, a man who was chained came up.

He was born extremely handsome, and even though his clothes were torn, it was hard to conceal his dusty temperament, especially the iron chains on his wrists and ankles, which made him look more fragile.

Zhuang Qiu narrowed his eyes and stood up.

Brother Shengzi treated him well, and it can even be said that he was given a hand in some places.

But now that he is facing such a situation, Zhuang Qiu doesn't even have the courage to take a step.

"Clan Yu, Yu Xilong, the grand elder of your family, slaughtered more than 400 members of the Lin clan 78 years ago just to get bones. You will not admit to this crime."

The Holy Son did not look at the judge, but looked behind the stage.

The people on the stage are just puppets of ghost cultivators, and someone else is really controlling them.

The exercises practiced by Ji Qingning below are somewhat similar to this kind of manipulation technique, so he can feel that the manipulator behind this scene should be not far away.

All the way here, he probably understood the purpose of this senior in arresting them.

Redress grievances.

They are the witnesses of this grievance.

The Holy Son's eyes were tender but also heartbroken.

He asked rhetorically, "Will you be satisfied as long as I die?"

The judge is still singing and reciting the opera.

"Master Yu, do you recognize it or not! Answer quickly!"

The sound of beating gongs and drums urged on again, as if the killing intent was approaching.

"If my death can stop your hatred, then I will."

With tears in his eyes, the Holy Son transformed into a dagger in his hand.

"I don't care for this thing, you can take it if you want it." As he spoke, he stabbed his sword straight into his chest.

When the short sword touched the indestructible bone, it only broke a little flesh, and the blade curled.

A streak of Bai Lian flew out across the sky, sweeping away the blade of the sword.

There was another rumble of gongs and drums, and Qinghong slowly came up from the stage.

The moment Zhuang Qiu saw Qinghong, he knew that it was irreversible.

Uncle Shi has made up his mind.

"You really think that this bone can be removed with just a few knives." Qinghong smiled sarcastically at Shengzi, then turned his head and greeted the audience in the audience.

"Thank you for your kind words today. I think this play has been understood by everyone. I am not talented. Today I will send this sinner surnamed Yu to hell to apologize."

Ji Qingning's pupils shrank, and soon he understood.

In fact, all of these are clues.

It was not an accident that the Sheqing Ghost appeared in Master Qinghong's residence. I am afraid that the Master released the Sheqing Ghost by accident that day, and was bumped into by Zhuang Qiu.

This can also explain why the Sheqing ghosts suddenly disappear and appear suddenly, because they are objects controlled by Master Qinghong.

Zhuang Qiu looked at Uncle Qinghong, although he knew in his heart that it was impossible to restore the matter to this point, but he still wanted to try.

"Uncle, can't you stop?" Zhuang Qiu stood under the stage, and the uncle Qinghong on the stage looked at each other.

"Stop, ha. Ziqiu, are you really confused or are you pretending to be confused? I invited you all here today. Don't you already understand what I'm going to do?"

"But the Holy Son is innocent, he likes you so much." Zhuang Qiu argued hard.

But Qinghong suddenly laughed.

"I like it, do you know why he likes me, because what should be mine is now guarding his heart, his heart beats because of me, because of me!"

Qinghong's expression can't be said to be angry, her emotions are extraordinarily complicated, maybe she is also a poor saint, knowing the truth but still uncontrollably falling in love with someone who wants to kill her, but she is also jealous, naive It's so unfair, because of this bone, her family was ruined, but because of this bone, Yu Hanxiao was protected by the Huajian faction.

She even stole Shenyin's formation to kill him last time, but it was still useless, the golden hook bone was stronger than she expected, and Zhuang Qiu's speed of breaking the formation was too fast, and she didn't give her enough time.

Originally, she thought that revenge was hopeless, but who knew that the heavens still gave her a chance, the Holy Son was left alone, and it was still a place like the True Immortal Falling Realm, where even the combined body couldn't take care of itself.

"Uncle, but even so, your clansman did not kill himself. Even if you take revenge, shouldn't you go to the elder of Yuxilong?" Zhuang Qiu made himself look calm, and he also hoped that his attitude would make his uncle feel a little bit better. Calm down.

"Why don't I want to kill that old thing, but Ziqiu, I'm born with flaws, and there's no hope of getting married in this life. How can I get revenge? If I could kill Yuxilong, I would have killed all the Yuxi clan long ago, but God is like this It's not fair, the evildoers enjoy offerings from above, but I have swallowed my anger for 400 years."

"Uncle, calm down. Maybe there are other ways to solve this enmity. If the Holy Son dies, neither the Huajian School nor the Yu Family will let you go. At that time, what should you do, Uncle?"

"I can't control it anymore." Qinghong looked a little crazy.

"I have practiced hard for 400 years and kept my name incognito. What I have been waiting for is today. If I miss again today, how will I face my parents who have become ghosts, how will I face my 78 relatives who died tragically? Zhuang Qiu, you and I are of the same kind." Man, you will understand me one day in the future."

"Master, wait a minute, Master will be here soon, and he still has something to say to you."

"Shenyin, I'm afraid he won't be able to come. I have spent a lot of effort to hold him back, but I can't let him break this illusion and my scene."

Hundreds of years of suffering and the hatred buried in her heart have long distorted Qinghong. She couldn't calm down, and even sang opera on her lips.

"Forbearance of four hundred plantations...revenge once in a while...the soul of my relatives Huangquan...rest in peace today..."

During the chanting, the actors on the field also started to move. Those bull-headed horse faces put Shengzi on the pillar, and the chains clattered his wrists and ankles to the pillar.

Zhuang Qiu gritted his teeth.

Right now, his cultivation base is in the early stage of Golden Core, although Master can unlock the formation, but his cultivation base is damaged, and I am afraid that he cannot beat Uncle Qinghong.

The powerful coercion pressed them, Jindan Nascent Souls, to their seats and could not move. They could only watch the play unfold.

Zhuang Qiu had no choice but to say to Lu Xuanyin: 【Master, did you give you anything you can use right now? If you don't do anything, the Son will be killed by the uncle. 】

Lu Xuan lazily said: "If you die, you will die, what's the big deal."

[Once the Holy Son dies, the uncle will also die. Do you want to watch the uncle seek his own death for revenge? 】

【Zhuang Qiu, you thought I was meddling just now, and what you are doing now is also meddling. How do you know how much she has paid for today? You will regret it in the future if you meddle like this. 】

[But it is impossible for me to watch my uncle do this! ] It would be great if he was still in the Nascent Soul stage, and if all the monks present except Lu Xuan and Ji Qingning were killed, no one would reveal how the Son died.

But the world is always so unlucky, Zhuang Qiu is powerless and extremely helpless at the moment.

Lu Xuan waved his hand and said lightly: "Don't worry, count the time, Master should be here."

[But the master can't beat the uncle, so how can he persuade him when he comes. 】

Lu Xuan showed a strange expression.

He was silent for a while, then tilted his head and said: "Who told you that Master can't beat Lin Qinghong."

【Didn't the master get injured during the beast tide? He couldn't continue to practice the way of swordsmanship. Instead, he switched to formation method and lost the way of swordsmanship. How can the respected master still compete with the uncle? 】

Lu Xuan pressed his chin slightly, and showed a smile that Zhuang Qiu couldn't understand. This smile was by no means a mockery, but Zhuang Qiu couldn't understand it.

【He doesn't want to, not can't. 】

In no mood?cannot?What's the meaning?

Before Zhuang Qiu understood what Lu Xuan meant, he suddenly heard a bang and an explosion.

It sounded like someone's ears had exploded.

In Zhuang Qiu's pupils, a golden lotus flower was slowly reflected. This lotus flower seemed to have the ability to split the sky and the earth. The huge lotus flower slowly opened its petals, and in the center of the petals was Shenyin.