Every world I die young

I don't know which stunned head Qing roared, "Where is the head of Xuanyang? Not only did his scoundrel not die, but he also released the madman of the demon race. He burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes in the two cities of Qiuye and Qiuhuang. Now he is almost He hit our city of Wei, won't he come forward and explain?!"

The noisy voices around suddenly fell silent, and everyone fell silent at the same time, with different expressions.

"That's right, Xuanyang Taoist back then, but he swore to promise that that wicked beast, Yu Zhuochen, was dead, and what happened now!"

"That's right, didn't the head of Xuanyang say that the heart veins of that evil animal surnamed Yu have all been broken by him, how could he still be alive?"

"In my opinion, Taoist Xuanyang must have secretly saved the kid who was born with demonic roots that day, which led to the catastrophe in the current cultivation world."

"That's right, Taoist Xuanyang is the head of the righteous way, but for his own selfishness, he planted such a huge disaster for the entire cultivation world, and he disappeared in Hongfei. This is really..."

Gradually, it became noisy again, but the content of the discussion had changed.

This impassioned statement filled with righteous indignation was almost pointing at Mo Yinglan's nose and cursing that selfishness is not worthy of being the head of the right way.

It's ridiculous.

Although the elders and disciples of Sword Extreme Sect were full of resentment and injustice, but there were so many people around, how could they explain what they said?

Zhao Junmin stood on a relatively open ground, he only felt that the voices around him were getting louder, shriller, and crazier.

It's like the cruelest ghost opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow up the most kind heart in the world.

He only felt that his heart was bleeding, he was almost equivalent to Mo Yinglan's personal bodyguard, he knew him best, and occasionally saw the helpless pampering look in the sharp star eyes of the upright fairy.

He had never seen what it was like a hundred years ago, and he didn't know what kind of mood the head master had in personally abolishing all the cultivation bases of his only true disciple, destroying his only disciple with his own hands.

I don't know if his heart was bleeding when he pushed the child he raised since he was a child to the taboo place. I don't know if he hated himself so much when he witnessed the mountains and rivers being broken and the people dying.

He only knew that if his head master was here now, he would be very sad.

There were people around, Zhao Junmin's lips moved, and he suddenly said in a low voice: "Don't you all just want to survive? Why do you say that? The head master is so good, why do you want to slander him?"

His voice was too low, or in other words, the surrounding voices were too loud, no one heard him, and no one heard his almost trembling, weeping and blood-piercing accusation.

Zhao Junmin closed his eyes tiredly, and staggered back a step.

About people, when faced with a life-and-death crisis, they feel that they cannot live without pinning their pain and resentment on someone.

But why is it all like this?Obviously it doesn't matter, Zhao Junmin barely stabilized his body, his face was pale.

"It's really interesting." The cold and joking tone came from the sky, and everyone froze, especially the older monks.

One of the white-bearded old men tremblingly pointed in the direction of the sound source, "The devil... the devil..."