The mountain ranges are stretching and majestic, and the peak of one of the peaks has been cut off, forming a large field with a magnificent temple erected on it, and you can see by the scale that it is the main hall of a certain major sect. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the left side of the main hall there is a high platform, surrounded by white jade pillars, which are carved with various strange patterns.

An old man with a majestic face stood on a high stone platform.

Around the stone platform sat many different groups of people, judging by their attire, they were from different sects.

On the punishment table under the stone platform stood a young man, about eleven years old, with his hands and feet bound in chains.

"Ao Baifeng, you killed innocents in vain, slaughtered innocent villagers, no different from evil demons, and cannot be tolerated by the righteous path.

The old man's voice fluctuated a little with a dignified face, and there was a hint of regret in his tone.

Hearing that the young man in the audience was going to bear the punishment of Fa Lei, many people around gasped, including some sect elder-level figures.

Others shuddered, apparently aware of the terrible punishment of Farley.

There is no doubt that the arrogant white wind in the audience is naturally clear.

Surprisingly, Ao Baifeng's expression did not fluctuate at all when he heard that he was going to bear the punishment of Fa Lei.

"Manly man, if you do something wrong, you should bear the consequences, I have nothing to say, I just hope that the head and the elders can help me find Luo Jing'er, help take care of her, and tell her that I am sorry for her" Ao Baifeng's tone was surprisingly calm, as if he had long been ready to bear the most cruel punishment.

Many people around him were in awe of this eleven-year-old boy, but they never changed their decision to kill Ao Baifeng.

Ao Baifeng closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell.

The old man with a dignified face turned abruptly and shouted "execution" vigorously.

On the punishment platform, four iron chains shot out of the four white jade pillars erected, binding Ao Baifeng's hands and feet and holding him into the air.

The pattern on the stone pillar began to change, turning into the shape of thunder and lightning, and then four lightning bolts entered from Ao Baifeng's limbs, rushed into the abdominal dantian, and exploded in Ao Baifeng's dantian.

Ao Baifeng's body shook violently, his fists were clenched, his legs were tense, and his expression was extremely painful.

Immediately afterwards, four thunderbolts entered from Ao Baifeng's limbs, passing through the major meridians and acupoints of the body, dense blood oozed from the pores of the whole body, clenched fists, and ten fingers collapsed.

The punishment is the punishment, and it will not give Ao Baifeng time to breathe and relieve, and the four thunderbolts rushed directly into the body, and the meridians became scorched at the moment when the thunder and lightning passed, and the whole person's flesh and blood were blurred, and he couldn't see the appearance of the reason clearly.

"Tick tick tick".

The entire torture table was surprisingly quiet, everyone seemed to have stopped breathing, and only the sound of blood dripping on the ground on Ao Baifeng's body was the only one.

Ao Baifeng's tragic situation made some of the sect's junior disciples dare not look directly, some turned their heads to the side, some lowered their heads, some closed their eyes tightly, and some completely covered their cheeks with their hands.

Even those masters and elders who have advanced cultivation are like sitting on pins and needles, and cold air is coming out of their backs, but they are just pretending to be calm for the sake of face.

Four thunderbolts shot out from the strange pattern on the white jade pillar, rushed into the four iron chains, and shot into Ao Baifeng's body again with lightning speed, converging into a thunderbolt ball in the dantian, going upside down, and directly rushing into Ao Baifeng's mind.

"Hum", a thunderous sound sounded, Ao Baifeng's mind instantly darkened, and the intense pain made Ao Baifeng couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and thick black smoke came out of his mouth.

Haoming Continent, Eastern Qing Empire, Quanyang Mountain.

The Quanyang Sect is located on the Quanyang Mountain.

At this time, it was late at night, it was still a cloudy day, there was no moon and stars in the sky, and it was pitch black, but Quanyang Mountain was brightly lit, and through the light, you could see that there were three mountains in Quanyang Mountain.

The outermost outer mountain is the lowest, but the area is the largest, the innermost main mountain is the highest, the area is the smallest, and the middle peak is in the middle of the outer mountain and the main mountain.

There are many large and small temples on the three hills, and the innermost and smallest temple is the most magnificent.

There is a huge courtyard on the top of the outer mountain, and there are no less than a thousand large and small wings in it, this is the outer courtyard of the Quanyang Sect, and it is the place where the disciples outside live on weekdays.

In a wing room to the north, a young man about thirteen years old and dressed in a white warrior costume lay on a simple bed.

The boy's body was convulsing, his head was dangling on the pillow, his hands were clenched, his legs were kicking wildly, and his firm and resolute face was covered with dense sweat, and he was having nightmares.

"Ahh

Began to gasp for air.

The young man was Ao Baifeng, remembering the scene in the dream just now, the heart-rending pain made him feel very real, and when he tried to recall the picture in the dream, it began to blur.

"In the two years that I entered the Quanyang Sect, this dream has accompanied me for two years, and I have the same nightmare almost every few days", Ao Baifeng looked frightened, wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with his sleeve, and said in his heart.

Ao Baifeng sat on the bed, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and said to himself: "It feels so real, this dream really doesn't look like a dream, it's more like something that once really happened."

Thinking of this, the appearance of a middle-aged man floated through Ao Baifeng's mind.

The middle-aged man is Ao Baifeng's uncle and Ao Baifeng's only relative in this world, his name is Zhu Shun.

Dreams are not dreams, they are things that have happened before, and this idea is not the first time that Ao Baifeng has had it.

Whenever Ao Baifeng said this idea to Zhu Shun, Zhu Shun would reprimand Ao Baifeng with a slap on his face, saying that he was suspicious and suspicious, and guessed randomly.

Zhu Shun's overreaction made Ao Baifeng more sure of his thoughts, thinking that Uncle Zhu must have something to hide from him.

Ao Baifeng also probed the wind from Zhu Shun's mouth, and every time he was sternly rejected by Zhu Shun, even Ao Baifeng asked who his parents were and why they were not there, and he didn't tell Ao Baifeng.

Zhu Shun insisted on letting Ao Baifeng embark on the road of martial arts cultivation, and sent Ao Baifeng to Quanyang Sect to cultivate martial arts.

Haoming Continent, in this world where martial arts are respected and strength determines everything, nothing can be done without strength.

However, when he thought of cultivating martial arts, Ao Baifeng's firm and resolute face suddenly became a little lost, and after more than two years of cultivation, he never reached the level of Qi cultivation, but his strength continued to increase.

"Alas, it's been two years and you haven't even reached the level of Qi training, Ao Baifeng, Ao Baifeng, you are really useless", thinking that in the past two years, he has suffered all kinds of ridicule and ridicule in Quanyang Sect, and Ao Baifeng can't help but laugh at himself, and he looks unwilling, and lies down.