"Run?"

Hearing this word, although Lin Chen's mind was chaotic, he still relied on instinct and ran away. It's a pity that as soon as he ran a few feet, he couldn't control it anymore, and he staggered, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult to even stand firm.

Almost as if insane, he ignored all the sounds around him, gritted his teeth, ignored the blood still coming out of his mouth and nose, and walked away with difficulty.

"Huh, want to go?"

In the northern spiritual cultivation, Wen Sijun snorted coldly and was about to catch up.

Just as he took action, the young man in blue immediately raised his hand to stop it. He looked at the puppet-like fleeing shadow, and said with a deep gaze: "I said, as long as you take a punch from me, no matter whether you live or die, you will let it go." ”

Wen Sijun frowned, his expression was faintly worried, and he couldn't help but say, "But the young master ......"

"Huh?!" the blue-clothed young man interrupted with a nonchalant.

Wen Sijun's breath stagnated, and he continued stubbornly: "This person did not completely catch the young master's punch, but was interfered with by others. As he spoke, he looked at the people of the Sword Moon Sect who came later.

Not only Chen Xuanming, who was the leader, but also Chu Yun and several others, all showed sadness on their faces at this time.

Next to a few people, Yang Tianhe always closed his eyes and stood still like a sword.

The blue-clothed young man turned his head to look over, his gaze fell on Yang Tianhe, shook his head and smiled: "No wonder I sensed just now, this person's cultivation is a little strange, and he has been wandering between the Spirit Emperor and the Spirit Sect. I thought it was a spiritual sect that cultivated special exercises, but I didn't expect it to be me who looked away. Speaking of this, he sighed lightly, and said with some admiration: "It is rare to be able to use the Great Perfection of the Spirit Emperor to perform a sword that is equivalent to the middle stage of the Spirit Sect. ”

"This person dares to make a move against the young master, which is a great disrespect. ”

One of the two old men who were walking in front of the sedan chair spoke.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. The young man in blue chuckled and waved his hand, as if he didn't care.

Hearing this, the old man was still hesitant, but suddenly Yang Tianhe's standing body was like a sculpture, and it was torn apart in front of everyone's eyes.

With the Spirit Emperor Great Perfection to burst out of the middle stage of the Spirit Sect, there is naturally a price, and for Yang Tianhe, this price is the dissipated Shouyuan. In fact, just when the power of the sword-shaped divine soul was forcibly condensed, he had already stopped breathing, as if his soul was out of his body, and his body was completely lifeless.

Sacrificing oneself to achieve others, such a thing happened in front of my eyes.

Tens of thousands of spiritual cultivators in the north and south saw it really, and everyone had complicated hearts for a while.

Chen Xuanming felt that his eyes were sour, how many years had passed, he had already entered old age, but at this moment, he seemed to see his young self, his stomach was hot like a fire, and he muttered in his mouth: "Seek benevolence, maybe you are right......"

"Put away Elder Yang's body and bring it back to the Sword Moon Sect. Chu Yun commanded to the side, his tone sad.

There was no corpse on the ground, just a pile of frozen blood.

Chu Miaoxi did not hesitate, bowed his head and answered, immediately took off his long shirt, knelt on his knees and lay it on the ground, and then stretched out his hands and put the blood in it one by one

Wrap it up slowly.

A little red mottled appeared on the Jianyue Sect's robe, but he didn't dislike it, and stood up silently.

The young man in blue watched this scene quietly, nodded slightly, and said, "This person is worthy of admiration." As for your ......," he said, he looked at the southern spiritualists who were kneeling on the ground, and said, "Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die, and this person will end." After speaking, he turned and walked step by step to the four girls carrying the sedan chair.

It wasn't until the body of the blue-clothed young man sat back in the sedan chair that Wen Sijun took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "From now on, the Liufeng Sect will be merged into the Seven Treasure Pavilion, if there is disobedience, kill ...... Not...... Pardon!"

These words spread far away through the power of the divine soul, and everyone heard them clearly. Especially the final killing, the killing intent contained in it can be felt by everyone.

"As for a few Taoist friends, whether to go or stay, have you already made a decision?!"

Wen Sijun said and looked at the few Southern Spirit Sects present, he knew that with the ability of a few people, if they wanted to escape, even if they were young masters, they might not all stay, so he asked this question.

The fishing old man is complicated, he was originally an elder of the Flowing Wind Sect, but now the Flowing Wind Sect is no longer what it used to be, if he leaves at this time, he is afraid that it will be difficult to be at ease. After thinking about it for a while, he had already made up his mind, and couldn't help sighing: "The old decay remains." ”

Chen Xuanming glanced at the old man who was fishing, his eyes showed a bit of admiration, then he looked at Wen Sijun and said, "Since you choose to let a few of us leave, can you take away the disciples of this sect present." ”

"Heh, are you kidding?" Wen Sijun was surprised at first, and then said coldly: "No." ”

"We also chose to stay. Chen Xuanming smiled bitterly and said, "Lest you threaten the lives of your own disciples, we have to stay." ”

Hearing this, Wen Sijun looked up to the sky and laughed: "I have this intention, you can think of it and save trouble." ”

"Still. Chen Xuanming frowned, his tone was a little more pathetic, and said, "Elder Yang's corpse should be sent back to the sect, and I don't think you should refuse this." As he spoke, he looked at Chu Miaoxi and said in a solemn tone: "You leave quickly and inform the sect master of everything here." ”

Chu Miaoxi was stunned, then nodded, carrying Yang Tianhe's blood, and walked out of the crowd.

Wen Sijun watched quietly and did not open his mouth to stop him. To be honest, after the scene just now, he also admired Yang Tianhe a little. Besides, leaving a little Spirit King is just a trivial matter.

......

Just when the overall situation on the bank of the weak water river had been decided, Lin Chen covered his head and staggered not knowing how far he had gone.

At this moment, he is simply confused, but in the depths of his instinct, he wants to escape from the weak water river, the farther away the better.

The blood-stained shirt was shocking, and his physical strength was gradually draining.

When he saw that he was about to lose his support, Lin Chen's eyes were more clear, and the strong desire to survive prompted him to use the remaining skills, use the hidden ghost escape method, and then disappear in place.

I don't know how long it has been, but the buzz that fills the whole world is not as chaotic as it was at the beginning, as if heaven and earth are gradually regaining stability.

Not far from the depths of the underground, out

Now there is a small space. Lin Chen's eyes were closed, and he lay quietly in it. Even in his unconscious state, his chamber rose and fell violently, as if he was deprived of oxygen, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

This continued until the next morning, when his breathing finally calmed down, but his eyes were still not open, as if he was still asleep.

It wasn't until three days later that Lin Chen's breathing stabilized, and there was a touch of blood on his pale face.