Yang Xuan's goal was the Northern Xinjiang Ice Palace, but he did not rush to the Northern Xinjiang as soon as possible.

When the sound of Huangquan prayer from Huangquan Gate entered Yang Xuan's mind, his whole person instantly changed from moving at high speed to completely static.

"Yuan Zizhen captured Li Qi'er and Meng Qingqing. Li Que'er was injured, Meng Qingqing died!"

The voice echoed in Yang Xuan's mind, like a knife, cutting back and forth.

A gray aura emanated from him, like a gray mist, but it was full of gloom and desolation.

In the sky, dark clouds pressed down, and the hearts of the people were numb.

When the woman in green clothes named Qingqing couldn't stop flickering in front of his eyes, Yang Xuan didn't say anything, not even a single tear.

He just turned around and flew towards the Yuan family's location.

Not fast, not slow.

The wind rises, and the green bamboo hangs low.

This day is the seventh day of the fourth month.

The yellow calendar says that Yang Gong is the day of death, and don't use it for major events.

Yuan family!

The clouds hung low, inky clouds almost within reach.

Heavy rain is coming.

Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia looked at the corpse in front of them and the one in front of the corpse who was dressed in red, with blood on the corners of her mouth and a pale face, but she was still a stubborn little girl, and her brain was blank.

They know it's a big deal.

Very large kind.

When Yuan Zizhen threw the corpse and the little girl in red in front of them, to be honest, they didn't take it to heart.

But when the little girl in red held the flaming knife in her left hand and released countless red birds and finches in her right hand, they were almost speechless in shock.

This kind of flame, there is no semicolon in the world, there is only one.

Xianmen, white up!

"Miss Li, this ...... This is a misunderstanding!" Yuan Zhixia tried to make the final save, but even he knew how pale and powerless this salvation was.

The stubborn little girl didn't speak, and there was only one gaze that answered Yuan Zhixia, which was full of hatred that could not be washed away by the water of the three rivers.

Those eyes, red, the color of blood.

Underneath the red, there is a deeper layer, and there is sadness.

The starlight in the sky couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

Qingqing is dead.

Every time these four words echoed in her head, she felt her head buzz and it seemed to explode.

"I, Li Qi'er, swear here, in this life and this life, I will kill all the people surnamed Yuan, so that no one in the world has the surname Yuan, if I violate this oath, heaven and man will be punished!"

It was getting darker, and it seemed that there were already streaks of rain in the air.

But with a faint smell of blood.

When the little finch said this, the expression under the tears on her face was very light, as if she was recounting a very ordinary thing.

The oath came into their ears, and Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu's faces turned even paler.

For some reason, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly felt that in a trance, the person standing in front of him was not a woman in red, but ...... Dressed in white, but stained with countless blood, the demon god, Bai Qi.

The little girl is not terrible, and the flame long knife in the little girl's hand is not terrible, but what is terrible is that the person represented by this flame, especially when they learned that the girl who had been killed by Yuan Zizhen turned out to be Bai Qi's disciple, their hearts were even more filled with fear.

"Zhixia, don't say it!" Yuan Xinqiu's face turned pale, but his eyes flashed with this decisiveness, "The big mistake has been made, it is too late to regret it, and now the hatred between the Yuan family and Bai Qi cannot be resolved, and the only way to end it is the destruction of one party." ”

Yuan Zhixia sighed, Yuan Xinqiu said, how could he not know, if Yuan Zi really killed someone else, it would be good to say, but he shouldn't, he shouldn't, but he killed Yang Xuan's disciple, with the character of a demon god, the hatred in this is destined to be unresolved.

Since it is destined to be irresolvable, it can only end with the destruction of one party.

"Let's go, let's go see the ancestor!" Yuan Xinqiu said in a deep voice, his expression was solemn, and it seemed that even the air had sunk a little.

When Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia saw Yuan Zizhen, Yuan Zizhen held a white jade tea bowl and gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, looking leisurely.

"Ancestor, I need an explanation!" Yuan Xinqiu's face was solemn, with undisguised dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, what explanation, what do I need to explain to you?" Yuan Zizhen put the white jade in his hand on the table, and the pale green tea spilled on the table.

"Old Ancestor, the two people you killed and captured were both disciples of Bai Qi, don't you know?" Yuan Xinqiu's words were already very polite.

"Heh, Xinqiu, you are getting bolder and bolder. Yuan Zizhen's face showed anger, and he slapped the tabletop suddenly, and the marble table instantly fell apart, "When, do you dare to question me?"

"Ancestor, acting in vain, you have always been willing to take revenge, you killed his disciple, and it has brought terrible disasters to my Yuan family. Yuan Zhixia on the side couldn't help but say.

"Hmph, if he is allowed to kill my Yuan family disciple in vain, I will not be allowed to kill him as a disciple of the Immortal Sect? Where does such a truth come from in the world?" Yuan Zizhen said coldly, "I just want him to know in vain that my Yuan family disciple is not so easy to kill." ”

"Ancestor, acting in vain, he has always had no scruples, if he knew that his disciple was killed, he would definitely come to the door, and at that time, my Yuan family would ......"

"Since the Martial God, how have I ever been afraid of anyone in my Yuan family?The Yuan family was prosperous and brilliant back then, have you forgotten?" Yuan Zizhen said coldly, "The Yuan family has descendants like you, which disgraces the ancestors, Yuan Xinqiu, I see you as the head of the family, don't be it." ”

"But my Yuan family has long since lost its former glory. Yuan Xinqiu argued.

"I just want the Yuan family to restore its former glory!" Yuan Zizhen shook the sky.

Yuan Xinqiu was silent, and the hall fell silent.

After a while, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly smiled, but there was a crystal in the corner of his eye.

"The Yuan family is going to die because of you! The Yuan family is going to be ruined because of you!" he was hoarse and burst into tears.

"Bastard thing!" Yuan Zizhen was really angry at this time, he stood up suddenly, waved his long sleeves, and an unparalleled force hit Yuan Xinqiu's chest.

"Be careful!" Yuan Zhixia didn't expect Yuan Zizhen to make a move suddenly, and he didn't have time to think about it, his body shape was wrong, and he directly blocked in front of Yuan Xinqiu.

Rumble!

Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu flew out upside down in response, smashed through the wall, and fell hard into the courtyard, blood spilling in the air.

"Master!" a coquettish cry sounded, and Ling Xin'er fell on Yuan Zhixia's body.

Yuan Xinqiu, who fell on one side, hurriedly got up from the ground and also threw himself beside Yuan Zhixia.

With a blow from the true god, the strength is more than ten thousand, even if Yuan Zizhen has recovered ninety percent of his strength, the remaining strength is not something that Yuan Zhixia can resist.

At this time, Yuan Zhixia's chest was directly penetrated, and he had already breathed more and less intake.

"Let's go...... Walk...... Leave...... Leave Yuan ...... ......He looked at Lingxin'er, struggling, using all his strength, and left his last words.

"Master, Master......" The voice of the soul like a cuckoo crying blood sounded, which made people cry.

"Yuan Zizhen, you ......" Yuan Xinqiu looked at Yuan Zhixia and swallowed his last breath in front of him, and he was angry and angry, and called Yuan Zizhen's name.

Yuan Zizhen was still regretting that he had made a heavy shot, but when he heard Yuan Xinqiu's shout, he was immediately furious, "Bastard, bastard, do you really want to die?"

"If the Yuan family is wiped out because of you, each of us will die a bad death!" Yuan Xinqiu simply let go of all scruples.

"Okay, good!" Yuan Zizhen laughed angrily, and said three good words in a row, "Since you really want to die, I will fulfill you, and I will have the right to be a disciple of my Yuan family without you." ”

After saying that, he slapped it directly.

At this moment, a courtyard disciple ran over in a panic.

"Report ...... Report...... White...... It's white. ”

Bang!

After a thunderstorm, a torrential rain poured in.

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