Xing Feiyu rode the white tiger Ah Mao and drove for half a day.

He and Wang Xie had fled far enough that they were almost on the verge of escaping the Dark Forest.

This means that it takes the same amount of time to rush back.

The roar of the Nine Heavens Thunder Array resounded through the forest, and the Thousand Feather Pavilion was under attack.

The roar lasted for a while before it died down.

Xing Feiyu sped up, and after a few hours, a birdman fell from the sky, his hands were wings, and his body was fluttering.

Xing Feiyu stopped. "Thirty-seven sisters. ”

The one who came was the thirty-seventh daughter of Xingzhuang, Xing Lihua.

Xing Lihua looked horrified. "Xing Feiyu, don't go forward, run. ”

"What happened to the Thousand Feather Pavilion?" Xing Feiyu asked.

"I warned you, run. Xing Lihua glanced back, raised her wings and soared into the sky, not wanting to stay for a moment.

After the thirty-seventh sister left, Xing Feiyu hesitated a little, and finally chose to continue on the road.

"Mao, let's go. ”

In a few moments, the whole forest suddenly shuddered, and huge shadows whistled through the cracks in the canopy overhead.

It's the kiss of the nine sons.

Xing Feiyu had the illusion that the monster's belly was bigger than before,

Expelling the bad premonition in his mind, he patted the back of the white tiger's neck and signaled to speed up.

After a day and a night of speed, he finally returned to the Thousand Feather Pavilion.

From a distance, the Nine Heavens Thunder Array vanished, the town became unrecognizable, and most of the black and white houses were damaged.

There were no walking beasts, no human figures, and everything was silent.

All the people and the beasts vanished into thin air, and the smell of blood spread in the air.

Xing Feiyu ordered. "Ah Mao, go and see if there is anyone. ”

The white tiger let out a low roar and ran into the town with the torture feathers.

There was no one along the way, until they reached the place where the pavilion master was.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Xing Feiyu was stunned, and his whole body began to tremble, becoming more and more intense.

The bad premonition came true, and he also saw the figure.

The clearings were filled with spears, each with a familiar human head stuck in it, and the streets were densely packed.

What made Xing Feiyu's scalp tingle was that those heads were all facing his direction, as if they knew that he would come back, and deliberately waited.

A pair of colorless eyes stared at him in unison, silently questioning.

"Why did you come back so late? ”

"Look at the good things you've done. ”

"Why are you still alive?"

Xing Feiyu finally stopped his body from trembling, and approached step by step, coming between the heads of Lin Li.

The fractures of the skulls are all caused by sharp teeth, and each fracture is different, not made by the same kind of demon beast.

Something has happened from a few familiar skulls and cuts.

It is impossible for the tens of thousands of immortal cultivators in the Thousand Feather Pavilion to be wiped out at once, unless the demon beast betrays its master.

The same number of monsters fought back against their masters, gnawing on the corpses and leaving their heads behind.

What power can do this?

Dragon Ball!

Xing Feiyu suddenly understood that it all stemmed from him, he was gullible and believed in Wang Xie, it was Wang Xie who stole the Dragon Ball.

The head pierced by the wooden spear, including Xing Feiyu's brothers and sisters, as well as his fellow cultivators, were all killed by people he considered friends.

Wang Xie, that mediocre person, the dharma body of the wood attribute, gives people the illusion of gentleness and obedience, but it is much more than that.

Wang Xie has boundless darkness in his heart, and he has been hiding himself, like a deadly and vicious spider, waiting for the right time.

And Xing Feiyu is like a prey lured by a spider, walking into the trap step by step, dominated by spider silk.

All this in front of him is a good play by director Wang Xie, leaving him a parting gift and laughing at his innocence.

Among the many heads, Xing Feiyu saw his father's ugly square head.

The desperate ugly face of Xingzhuang was frozen in unwillingness.

No matter how powerful he was in life, he still makes people pity after death.

The once prosperous Thousand Feather Pavilion has become a gloomy Shura field, with only dead heads on the tip of spears, lining up the streets.

Xing Feiyu suddenly thought that if the demon beasts ate the master's body, what about those demon beasts?

I think back to the bulging belly of the giant beast that skimmed the forest.

Kiss, the ninth son of the dragon, likes to eat.

Xing Feiyu involuntarily turned his stomach, he squinted his eyes, and his eyes were extremely cold.

He stretched out his hand and pulled his father's head from the wooden spear, and the blood had congealed and mixed with the skull.

With a little effort, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Xing Feiyu stood up again, held his father's head, and turned to leave.

The white tiger wagged its tail restlessly and followed.

Xing Feiyu has been silent, no hysteria, no revenge, holding his father's head, and not saying a word the whole time.

When he came to the sentry tree that his father used to bring him to when he was a child, he waved his hand lifelessly.

The white tiger comprehended and went around to the distance to be on guard, which was a tacit understanding between the two.

Although there is nothing to be wary of, all that remains here is the head on the tip of the spear except them.

The wild monsters in the dark forest, even if they came here with the smell of blood and saw this scene, they all fled with their tails between their legs.

Xing Feiyu squatted down and dug into the black earth with both hands.

Dig a deep pit and put my father's head in the pit and bury it again.

"Rest in peace, Father. Xing Feiyu kowtowed to the small dirt bag.

Then he shifted his position and continued digging until he hit something hard.

He sped up and pulled out a box that only his father and he knew.

Wipe the mud off the box and open the box, revealing a severed hand as white as jade.

He knew what it was, the gift of dust and death, the gauntlet of the Scourge.

From the moment the severed hand appeared, the white tiger turned his head uneasily, moved his steps, and moved away.

The aura of the severed hand unnerved it.

Xing Feiyu remembered what his father had said to him: When the Thousand Feather Pavilion suffers a catastrophe, you will wear this cursed glove, and it is up to you whether the Thousand Feather Pavilion can rise again.

Xing Feiyu knew from the bottom of his heart why his father was so strict with him.

He was chosen to carry the Thousand Feather Pavilion very early, so he had to be stronger than people and never stop.

It's just that people don't think so much in a comfortable environment.

When the cruel ending is finished, you will know what is the most true and what is the most fake.

"Father, I'm sorry, but I'll honor your wishes. ”

Xing Feiyu stretched out his left hand, made a few simple strokes, and a golden long knife was drawn out of thin air.

He gripped the hilt of his knife, took a deep breath, and swung it sharply at his right wrist.

The golden blade fell, and the right hand detached from the wrist and fell to the ground.

"Hiss————" Xing Feiyu gritted his teeth and used the fastest speed to catch the severed hand at the broken wrist.

The entire pale stump began to burn into black flames, and the scorching burning sensation struck the soul.

The pain came one after another, and the spiritual sea was about to be burned dry.

In the flames, the wrist began to merge with the pale severed hand.

Xing Feiyu fell to the ground in pain, constantly wailing and rolling.

The white tiger leaned forward and roared in a low voice, but he didn't dare to step forward.

The flames lasted for a long time and finally went out.

Xing Feiyu stood up sweating profusely, and the green tendons on his forehead slowly calmed down.

He raised his left hand, and the beast control brand on the back of his hand shone like the sun.

His right hand, on the other hand, is slender and slender, and his wrist is clearly two colors.

He pressed his withered right hand against the sentinel tree, and the trunk withered at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Xing Feiyu's eyes were as cold as ice. "I'll find you, Wang Xie. ”

Xing Feiyu collapsed on the ground, and called the name of the white tiger tiredly. "Come here, Ah Mao, don't be afraid. ”

The white tiger shifted its body, staring at Xing Feiyu's new right hand, and did not dare to step forward, its tail wagged, intending to leave.

"Don't go, Ah Mao, stay with me, I'm only left with you. Xing Feiyu lowered his body and pleaded sincerely.

The white tiger turned around and whimpered, slowly approaching.

"Good boy, Mao. Xing Feiyu gently flipped onto the back of the white tiger and left the Thousand Feather Pavilion.

On this day, the Thousand Feather Pavilion in the Fourfold Path completely disappeared.

Only a few of them were lucky enough to escape, and some of the Thousand Feather Pavilion monks who were running around escaped.

And Xing Feiyu, the ugly son of the pavilion master Xingzhuang, is nowhere to be found