The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

It is well known that Shui Menghan, who ranks first on the beauty list, is talented and can be regarded as the top of the young generation.

But now, she has been fought to such a point by someone across the border - even the hidden Soul Devouring Flute was sacrificed, but she still couldn't do anything to the other party...

This scene made all the powerful people in the Immortal Court unacceptable.

They are used to seeing those so-called proud children of heaven, arrogant people who are too arrogant, being ruthlessly defeated by Shui Menghan and stripped of all their skin... But they didn't expect that what happened in front of them would happen...

Compared to the complex feelings of these powerful people in the Immortal Court, Shui Menghan was not discouraged at all at this moment. Instead, her bright eyes were full of fighting spirit, excitement, and joy.

She took a long breath and was about to attack again...

But at this moment, the situation changed suddenly.

A magnificent clear voice came from the previous space crack.

"Enough."

After the two faint words fell, Shui Menghan suddenly turned pale.

The void seemed to be torn apart by a pair of big hands, and then several extremely terrifying auras fell into the field.

A middle-aged man dressed in a brocade fairy robe, like a hermit, but exuding supreme majesty, came to Shui Menghan in an instant, his face as cold as frost.

The strong men in the fairy court bowed down like a tide.

But the man ignored it, he just looked at Shui Menghan and spoke coldly.

"Meng'er, have I been too arrogant to you in the past?"

As soon as the words fell, the pressure also came. Shui Menghan half-knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, and tried to support himself. It was the limit. He couldn't speak to distinguish...

"Your daughter is young and ignorant, and it is understandable that you are deceived by sweet words. Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor doesn't have to do this."

At this moment, a white-haired hunchbacked old man came to the side of the Immortal Emperor and shook his head slowly.

The Immortal Emperor sighed and said, "I am not good at educating my daughter. I am sorry to make you laugh."

As he said that, he raised his right hand, and Shui Menghan suddenly felt that her cultivation was completely suppressed. Then she didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was taken away by a female Immortal Court strongman.

It was like a state of house arrest.

After doing this, the Immortal Emperor turned around, looked at Chu Tianxiao, and shook his head slowly: "What a ridiculous farce."

These words did not carry any pressure, but Chu Tianxiao couldn't help trembling when he heard it.

He looked up and faced the Immortal Emperor, his eyebrows were full of coldness: "Saint, are you so impatient?"

His voice could not hide his anger.

Yes, he was very angry.

There has never been a moment when Chu Tianxiao was as angry as he is now.

Obviously, his father killed Xing Miesha and saved this new fairyland, and resolved a fatal blow that Jueyu had been planning for many years... But what did he get in return for all this?

Putting aside all the pursuits, now even the saints who stand at the top of this world can't hold back and take action personally, and denounce the last ray of hope he has worked hard for as a "farce"?

Not even a trace of light is left for him?

Thinking of this, Chu Tianxiao couldn't help but slowly clench his fists, and blood oozed out.

He just felt extremely unwilling.

Why! ?

My father deserves to die like this?

Is this the so-called saintly style?

At this moment, Chu Tianxiao felt the extremely sinister malice from this world.

This feeling is like being bound by fate, sentenced to death by the gods, and all efforts are denounced and denied by the world...

Helpless.

Despair.

All kinds of complicated emotions surged into Chu Tianxiao's heart.

At this moment, he didn't want to care about the gap, the status, he just wanted to go crazy, angry, and ask a question!

Why does this meaningless, purely idealistic denial exist in the world?

The Immortal Emperor slightly raised his eyebrows at Chu Tianxiao's attitude and words. The old man beside him snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, a rather sarcastic remark sounded in the room first.

"Chang Li Zi, I always feel that an old Taoist like you who is narrow-minded can be canonized, which shows that the so-called heavenly way and destiny are really too nameless and unreasonable."

This sarcastic remark immediately attracted all the attention in the room.

The reason is that the person who spoke was the junior master uncle of Xuanmen.

Even if he only had one breath left, no one could ignore him.

As for Chu Tianxiao? Just wave your hand to seal everything about him and deal with him later.

In the eyes of the saints, he is nothing in this situation.

They only care about the purple axe here.

When the old man heard the voice, the Taoist Nanyue Chang Li Zi snorted coldly.

"Zizhu, I've said before that the law of nature will always prevail and retribution will come...Look at your current appearance, what's the difference between you and a sick dog that can only bark?"

Hearing this, Zizhu said indifferently: "Based on what you said, you will leave Changli Mountain and I will keep half of it."

After saying this, although he knew that the person in front of him was seriously injured and dying, and could never threaten him again, when he heard his threatening words, Changli couldn't help but recall the scene when he was tortured to death by this person...

Yes.

The Five Mountains of Taoism, to put it bluntly, were originally tortured by the junior master uncle of Xuanmen.

"I only regret now, why didn't I kill you old bastards at the beginning?" Zizhu shook his head and said, "I'm still too kind."

After saying this, Changli almost twitched his mouth, but after a moment, he regained his composure, his eyes were full of coldness, but he said: "Zizhu...you are also a famous person of a generation, why do you have boring fantasies when you are dying?"

Hearing this, Zi Zhu was silent for a moment, then paused and said, "I've always wanted to ask... Why do so many people in this world want me dead?"

"... This means you deserve to die."

"No, I think this world is wrong."

Zi Zhu shook his head and pointed to the sky: "From the will of heaven to the damned emperor, everything is wrong!"

"Why do they think I deserve to die? Those who deserve to die are those bastards who have lost their humanity and are still living happily, and those beasts in human clothing are still respected by people!"

After these words fell, there was silence.

In the end, it was Chang Li Zi who spoke: "The world is not wrong, so you deserve to die."

"If I deserve to die, what is my crime?"

Hearing this, Chang Li Zi choked. He wanted to say some grand excuses, such as you killed the sky, which is a great rebellion... But for some reason, before he said it, his heart trembled, and he said as if he was possessed by a ghost: "You have been injured in an incurable way, which is your crime."

This sounded very unreasonable.

Behind it, there is an endless sad fact.

Zi Zhu raised a mocking smile.

"After all, he is bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Chang Lizi remained silent.

Zi Zhu was silent after saying this.

At this moment, he felt that the negative emotions that he had not felt for a long time surged up.

At this moment, he felt that the wound left by "the sky" was really a hindrance...

But there was no solution.

A rare unwillingness was revealed in Zi Zhu's eyes.

However, the next moment, a long-lost crisp sound like wind chimes ringing all over the mountains and fields rang out in the field...

"But I can heal it!"