Dead.

Seven people were killed by Chen Yang's sword.

Renping was dumbfounded.

He killed people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion?

The three abbots came forward and were stopped by his thunder.

And kill seven people at once?

Jiang Mingyi and Qu Shiping have complicated eyes.

Among those who were slain, by their fellow disciples.

However, they couldn't sympathize with this junior brother.

I never thought that Chen Yang's Taoist temple would be smashed by them.

"Chen Xuanyang, is it?"

Zhang Zongyan, the abbot of the Great Shangqing Palace, looked at him coldly: "You are really good at killing your fellow disciples in my Heavenly Master Alliance." ”

Chen Yang said indifferently: "They must die, there are many offenses today, if he has any needs in the Heavenly Master's Mansion every day, just a word, Chen Xuanyang will come immediately." ”

Since he decided to make a move, he would inevitably offend the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Chen Yang is ready for this.

"Chen Xuanyang!" Yun Wei couldn't stop his anger, even if Chen Yang could easily lead the thunder, he couldn't stop it.

"My disciple gave up his dignity, knelt on the ground and begged for your forgiveness, spare his life, you don't spare it!"

"I lower my status, please open the net, you refuse!"

"Your Lingshan is just a dead beast, and the Taoist temple is smashed, so you want the life of my apprentice?"

The rest of the group was equally angry and shouted loudly.

Chen Yang swept over the corpse and said lightly: "Forgive them, it's your sect's ancestral master's business, and I am only responsible for sending them to see the ancestral master." ”

"In addition, my Lingshan Dojo is an ant, and it is more precious than your disciple's life. ”

Chen Yang walked towards Huang Jing, who didn't know how many phone calls he made.

When Chen Yang walked up to him, Huang Jing's body trembled.

"Are you here?" asked Chen Yang.

"Daochang Chen, you can't kill me. Huang Jingqiang calmed down.

"I asked, are you coming?"

Huang Jingdao: "My brother is Huang Dongting!"

Chen Yang suddenly took out a stick of incense, lit it, and put it in front of him.

"I changed my mind, in a stick of incense, if the old black doesn't come, I'll cut off your arm first. ”

Huang Jing was silent, but his heart was in a hurry.

All the means of the past are useless here.

He dared to make a move in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and Heavenly Master Zhang couldn't stop it.

He knew that he was unlucky.

A stick of incense quickly burned most of it.

In the courtyard, you can hear each other's breathing in silence.

Chen Yang stood in front of him, his long sword at his feet, his hands closed, like a sculpture, waiting quietly.

Huang Jing's forehead and cheeks were covered with cold sweat, and he maintained a posture of leaning.

Hyun Jin's cell phone rang, it had been ringing since ten minutes ago, and he didn't answer.

He knew what this call represented at this time.

Nanya made a phone call, and it was the only thing he could do in the end.

As for whether Huang Jing is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with him.

Whether Huang Dongting's favor can be obtained depends on luck.

A third of the incense sticks remained, less than five minutes.

Chen Yang's ears moved slightly.

The neck moved slightly at a small, undetectable angle.

Outside the Ten Thousand Law Sect Altar, the Heavenly Master Hall and the Jade Emperor Hall ...... Outside the gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

There, there's movement.

There is the sound of a large number of people walking quickly, there is a slight tremor of the vehicle in contact with the ground, there is the soles of shoes stepping on the ground... and when pushing the gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, some jerky door shafts rotated...... Sound.

Here it comes.

Chen Yang opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Huang Jing under his feet: "Don't give up?"

"What?" Huang Jing was stunned.

"Who do you think can save you today?"

"Today, no one can save you!"

Chen Yang walked towards the door, and everyone's eyes followed him.

He stood in front of the door.

Just then, the door opened.

More than 50 people, both men and women, stood in several rows outside the door.

"Chen Xuanyang?" A short-haired middle-aged man came out of the crowd, swept over the Taoist priests in the courtyard with a majestic face, saw several corpses on the ground, frowned slightly, and then asked, "Where is Huang Jing?"

"I'm here!" Huang Jing shouted.

Seeing that he was still alive, the middle-aged man was obviously relieved and looked at Chen Yang: "Qiao Hongshan, the person in charge of the Xijiang branch of No. 97, hello." ”

Chen Yang asked, "Where is my disciple?"

Qiao Hongshan said: "It's safe......"

"The incense is almost finished. Chen Yang said suddenly.

Huang Jing's heart hung in the air, and Qiao Hongshan frowned: "Daochang Chen..."

"Bring that snake here!" Huang Jing shouted.

Qiao Hongshan ignored him: "Daoist Chen, your disciple is safe, today's matter is over..."

"You still have eighteen minutes, and when the incense is finished, I'll cut off his hand first. Eighteen minutes later, my disciple didn't come, and he would die. ”

"Chen Daochang......"

"Don't step through this door. ”

"You ......" Qiao Hongshan thought for a moment and turned around: "Bring Daoist Chen's disciple here!"

They were waiting outside the door.

Chen Yang stood inside the door, but it was only a heavy distance.

Huang Jing knew that he had hope.

He can not give face to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but he definitely has to look at the face of No. 97.

Time passed by second.

The incense stick burned to the bottom.

"Pak~"

The incense ash fell to the ground, very light and light, almost silent.

Huang Jing looked at Chen Yang carefully, and when he saw that he didn't look at him, he exhaled lightly in his heart.

"Hum~"

What was that?

Huang Jing looked for a voice.

The long sword stuck in the dirt in front of him, the blade of which was trembling slightly, then soared to the ground.

Huang Jing looked at this long sword, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if someone grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed down.

He felt a chill in his arm.

What followed was a sharp pain that was so intense that it made his whole body convulse.

"Boom. ”

An arm was cut off, throwing a tiny arc in the air and smashing to the ground, blood splattering more than two meters away.

Huang Jing twitched painfully on the ground.

"Hum~"

The sword circled around and plunged back into the ground.

Qiao Hongshan was stunned, everyone's hearts trembled, and Nanya closed his eyes.

didn't even give face to No. 97, I'm afraid that even Huang Dongting is here today, and he won't be able to save his life.

"Daochang Chen, what are you doing?" Qiao Hongshan's voice was full of anger.

"Thirteen minutes to go. ”

Chen Yang said lightly.

Qiao Hongshan said: "I brought you your disciple, you are not allowed to touch him again!"

"I'm sorry. Chen Yang shook his head: "You are not qualified to bargain with me." ”

Qiao Hongshan stared at him, Chen Yang's eyes were indifferent, completely unaffected by it.

Qiao Hongshan felt powerless for the first time.

These Taoist priests, how can one of them be more difficult to deal with.

"Daochang Chen. His tone was much more relaxed: "You should know what I am here today, what I represented." ”

"I don't understand. ”

Chen Yang shook his head: "When my Taoist temple was smashed and I asked you, the answer you gave me was not to participate in this matter. Since you don't participate, please tell me, what does it mean now?"

Qiao Hongshan said: "Just because you don't participate doesn't mean you can kill him." ”

Chen Yang smiled: "I'm just going to kill him, is there a problem?"

"You ......" Qiao Hongshan lowered his voice and said, "His brother is Huang Dongting!"

"So what?" Chen Yang said: "Don't say that I don't know Huang Dongting, even if I do, I can't change that I want to kill him!"

"Committing murder in my Lingshan, the Son of Heaven and the common people are guilty of the same crime!"