On the eve, it was very lively, and at this moment, there were many mournings. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After that battle, the front hall of Douxu had been destroyed, and the pillars were shattered, and it was a mess.

The Nine Xuan Fu Yuan Array was almost destroyed, and there was no need for the Enlightenment Cultivation Society to continue.

Taiyi original class Sen Ran, under the six Tai Nine Palaces can be divided into seven Taoist titles, namely priest, sect leader, monarch, Lingtan, Zuo Ling and Fashang, similarly, the corresponding cultivation is true desire, non-action, unity, sitting and forgetting, and Taoism. Among them, Lingtan is a bit special, and it is the original canonization of the cultists who have made great contributions to unity or forgetfulness.

Originally, the Douxu Dao Hall was the largest preaching place in Yanyou, so there were not many great monks here, one Zuo Ling and two Ling Tan, but unfortunately they were not in the hall today, so they could only be brought forward by Xuancheng Dao who was a monarch.

The head of the sect, the priest, who arrived soon, quickly began to treat the wounded, tidy up the scene, and clean up the mess.

Seeing everything in his eyes, Xuan Cheng sighed, he didn't expect so many things to happen today, beyond imagination.

The appearance of a peerless genius, the sudden attack of the big demon, and the deathmatch of the Oblivion, all of them started almost instantly, and before they could react, they ended.

So many innocent people who were affected at the scene, the dead and the wounded, can only secretly say in their hearts, sins, sins!

But there is still a headache for him, is the little girl a Xuan **** body? But no matter what, the person who lights up the seventy-four Heavenly Dao Stones must stay in the sect.

He made up his mind in his heart, so he left the girl in the name of fundamentalism.

However, he also knew that his strength and prestige were not enough, and he also knew that the southern family secretly did not take the fundamentalism seriously, if Chen Shicai ignored the majesty of the originalism and insisted on taking away the little girl, and he couldn't stop it, it would not be good.

So he invited King Yan and the North Wind to stay, in case Chen Shicai made a faint move.

secretly thought, when Da Zuo Ling comes back, everything will be solved.

Douxu apse, dim light, sandalwood, quiet and peaceful!

Five cups of tea, six futons, six people sat on it, each with something to think about, silent and speechless.

Chen Shicai was a little impatient in his heart, secretly scolding the northern barbarians is really hateful, he is the second elder of the Chen family in Tiannan, but these people don't talk about it at all, especially the wind in the north.

Thinking about it, he raised his eyes and looked at the North Wind with hatred, but the North Wind did not bird him at all, and quietly tasted the tea in the cup.

It was also an accident that he appeared in the Youdu City, and it was even more accidental to pass by the Enlightenment Cultivator Society, but it was not accidental that it happened next.

At that time, seeing the Xuan **** body, Chen Shicai was also very surprised, the five sacred physiques actually appeared, and then he was deeply envious, and suddenly an idea appeared in his mind, if she is good to our Chen family, then in the near future, the Chen family will definitely become the top family in the south, and this idea took root in his mind and could not be dispersed.

Next, I didn't expect the opportunity to appear, taking advantage of the chaos, defeating the dry evil son with one move, and then saying that the girl was his granddaughter, and taking her away was the perfect plan.

But in the end, there was a change.

Thinking of this, the anger in his heart gradually arose, in case the matter was exposed, let others know that he had snatched the Xuan **** body, and the anger of the original religion and Taoism would undoubtedly make himself and even the Chen family doomed.

At this moment, some remorse unconsciously appeared in my heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't you think it's too much?"

Chen Shicai broke the tranquility in the hall and said with the anger in his heart.

King Yan took a sip of tea, glanced at it, and said lightly: "Brother Chen, don't worry, right and wrong are at ease in the hearts of the people, at least we have to ask the child's opinion!"

Miaochan was first seriously injured by paw prints, and when she was healing by luck, she was pointed at by Chen Shicai on the dumb acupoint, which messed up her true qi, which can be described as an injury on top of injury.

The vitality in the body was out of control, like a wild horse on the loose, and the tendons and veins were seriously damaged, especially the twelve main veins, which were crushed and exploded by the surging vitality.

On the one hand, Miaochan was very worried about Yiyuan and the withered evil son, and didn't know what happened to them, on the other hand, she meditated and exercised, trying to stop the irritable vitality in her body and repair her muscles and veins. Now only strength can protect yourself.

Miaochan was particularly resentful of Chen Shicai in front of her, seeing this villain attack the evil son from behind, and actually shamelessly said that she was his granddaughter, but she was helplessly pointed at the dumb hole, seriously injured, unable to move and unable to speak.

You can only stare at him with hatred.

inadvertently caught a glimpse of Miaochan's gaze, and secretly screamed that he was not her real grandfather.

Anger, shame, fear, all of them.

The anger is getting stronger, the night is long and the dreams are many, as soon as I slapped the floor, I got up and wanted to grab Miaochan and take her away.

He was the one who was waiting for him, and now he could find an opportunity, so he used all his strength to slap Chen Shicai with one palm.

Chen Shicai suddenly felt a fierce energy attacking, like a dragon going out to sea, if one is not careful, he will be seriously injured if he does not die!

How dare this barbarian kill him!

Quickly turned around, hurriedly hit a finger, 'poof', the palms and fingers intersected, the air burst, and the vitality was like a blooming epiphany, brilliant in an instant, and then withered and drifted, and disappeared on the ground.

However, there was still a trace of palm intent that penetrated the heart of the flower and rushed straight away.

Before he could react, Chen Shicai was slapped back a few steps, and his back hit the door of the hall directly, and the thousand-year-old fragrant fir door shattered.

Chen Shicai pressed the blood gushing up in his throat, his face flushed, and his right arm trembled.

Looking at the north without wind in anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable!"

Beiming Wufeng raised his eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, very contemptuous, although he was speechless, but it was like saying again, each other, you do the first year of junior high school, and I also do the fifteenth.

Yan Wang, who has always been a good man, was furious, and before his words fell, Chen Shicai's guy made a shameless shot, really my words are farts!

With a throw of the teacup, he stood up, looked at Chen Shicai with angry eyes, and shouted: "This is the Douxu Dao Palace, you can't be presumptuous!"

The Purple Feather Daoist also stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced towards the temple door.

A confrontation unfolds quietly!

The Dry Evil Son kept running with one yuan, trying his best to leave the Youdu City far away.

Once someone catches up, he is no longer able to make a move, and what awaits the master and apprentice will be death.

The blood kept flowing, dyeing the tattered green shirt, and a few strands of withered white hair on the forehead fluttered in the wind, but they still couldn't shake off the blood red dripping on it.

I don't know how far he flew, but he felt like time had passed for a long time.

Maybe it's far enough, maybe it's just that there's no more strength.

The withered evil son fell to the ground, that's right, the vitality was exhausted, and he could no longer give birth to a trace of Yuan power, which also meant that his life was coming to an end.

Yiyuan got up from the ground, ignoring the mud all over his body, and whimpered and cried, two lines of tears like two small streams, sliding down his cheeks and dripping.

The Dry Evil Man smiled slightly, his body shook, and he barely stood still.

It turns out that the feeling of no power is like this, the power of the chicken!

He said weakly: "Yuan'er came over and hugged the master, I, I can't walk!"

Sobbing and walking to the master's side, he gently lifted his arm, and then Yiyuan realized that the master of the mountain was actually so light!

The Devil pointed to a tree and said, "Go there!"

Lie down gently with your back against the tree.

Raised his left hand slightly, touched the little face of Yiyuan who was kneeling next to him, and moved his fingertips lightly to wipe away the tears for him.

Swallow dry, move your throat slightly, and say, "I'm going to die!"

It's like waiting for the call of death!

Yiyuan cried even more and shouted, "I don't want it, I don't want Master to die!"

"Don't be sad, everyone has to die, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly!"

The dry evil son was a little helpless and gloomy, and was silent for a long time.

It was quiet, except for the low sobs of a dollar.

"Man, it's really strange! Everything likes to be divided into good and evil, good and evil, oh, there have been countless people who want to ask, what is good and what is evil? Hehe, good and evil are people's hearts, what they feel right in their hearts is good, and what they don't like in their hearts is evil!"

Suddenly, the withered evil man had a feeling of emotion, and he had been holding it in his heart for a long time, maybe it was the first time he was regarded as an evil way.

Countless times, depressed, aggrieved, and wanting to cry.

Turning his head to look at Yiyuan, the withered evil son said seriously.

"Looking down on everything, is perseverance, in vain, life is the voice of the heart, according to the feeling of the heart, there will be a lot less regret and sentimentality in a lifetime!

"Hmm," one yuan whined.

Take off the storage ring in your hand, put it in Yiyuan's hand, and instructed: "Put it away, the wealth will not be exposed, don't let anyone with a heart see it, otherwise your life will not be guaranteed." In the cultivation world, the flesh is weak and the strong eat, so you should pay more attention to it in the future! The things in it are more or less, and I believe they will be of some use to you. ”

"In addition, you don't have to worry about Miaochan, the original church protects her, Chen Shicai, that idiot, how can he get his hands on the **** body. ”

In fact, the dry evil son does not resent anyone in his heart, nor does he hate anyone, everything is that his skills are inferior to others.

After explaining what happened after his death, the dry evil son was relaxed for a while, and his heart was empty!

'Di'' 'Di'

Yiyuan found that the palm of the hand supported on the ground had been stained red with blood, and when he saw it, Yiyuan was grief-stricken.

The blood had already soaked through the master's green shirt, and it fell to the ground drop by drop, splashing blood flowers one after another.

The dirt beneath him was blood-red, desolate and sad.

With his head tilted slightly, leaning against the tree, the withered evil son quietly looked into the distance.

It is a plain in the eyes, snow-capped, there are continuous mountains in the distance, a river meanders to come, it is the setting sun at this time, the glow dyes the mountains red, the river is dyed red, the snow is bathed in the glow, a few birds return home with each other, the long smoke and the sunset, looking at the end of the world.

The distance fascinated the withered evil son, and he muttered, "It's good, it's good here!"

The glow of the sun is reflected in the eyes, as if there is a little more charm, like a mythical flying fairy.

Maybe he was sighing or praising him, and the dry evil son thought lightly: "The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times, ...

His eyes closed slightly, and his head gradually drooped.

The trees are quiet and windless, and the red glow spreads the ground!

At this moment, Yiyuan just wants to cry, cry bitterly, and cry until he will cry again!

The setting sun left the sky, raising a dark curtain on the whole world.

The moonlight is unpretentious, and the stars are shining.

Quiet forest, new grave, lonely shadow.

The little figure knelt in front of the grave, his little hands covered with dirt and blood, and drops of blood slid down his fingertips.

Faintly, fresh blood was still left on the soil on the grave.

People are silent, the wind speaks, and the night breeze rises lightly, blowing up the placket of the garment, blowing the hair in front of the forehead, and blowing the sorrow between the frowns.

In a word, a lonely shadow and a lonely grave, how can you say desolate!

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