"Master, you're here!" Nangong Yang ran to Xuantian Ancestor with a smile on his face.

In the Tianwen Immortal Sect, the one he respected the most was the Xuantian Ancestor, and without him, there would be no Nangong Yang. Moreover, Xuantian Ancestor treated him like his own son.

It's just that at this time, Xuantian Ancestor's nose and eyebrows wrinkled together, and he sighed: "Petty and coquettish, how do I usually teach you?

Nangong Yang explained: "Master, because the apprentice was confused for a while, he did something wrong, so he simply didn't cause a big disaster. Or forget it this time!"

Xuantian Old Ancestor sighed and said, "It's too late, the trouble you caused this time is much more serious than you imagined!"

Nangong Yang looked at Xuantian Ancestor's distressed appearance, and his heart became more and more anxious, knowing that he was really going to be finished!

Xuantian Ancestor sighed again, and said with a straight face: "Please don't have to show mercy to the sect master, I will never interfere in the obstruction!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately left the peak, leaving behind another long sigh.

Nangong Yang finally realized that Yun Jiuye was by no means as unbearable as he imagined. But he never understood, what kind of background can a hairy boy have?

The wind at the top of the mountain was tighter, and the sky was getting darker.

The Furnace Ancestor said in a deep voice, "Now, what else do you have to say?"

Nangong Yang snorted coldly and remained silent.

The Furnace Ancestor shook his head, he didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

He thought about Xuantian Ancestor's words, and finally muttered, "For the sake of your master Xuantian Ancestor, I won't take your life. ”

Nangong Yang raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his face suddenly stretched. He said excitedly: "Old Ancestor, you promised to let me go? I know that Old Ancestor will never be so petty!"

Lulai Ancestor stretched out his hand and pointed at Nangong Yang's eyebrows.

Nangong Yang's eyes suddenly widened, and his heart was suddenly full of fear, he seemed to know how the Furnace Ancestor was going to punish him!

"I have ruined your sea of consciousness, whether you can practice again depends on your creation. Lulai Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Nangong Yang's eyeballs bulged out and shouted hysterically. He wanted to reach out to resist, but found that he was suppressed by a spiritual power like a mountain, and he couldn't move at all!

If he destroys Zhihai, then all his years of cultivation will be nullified. He had never heard of anyone who could continue to practice after the destruction of the sea of knowledge!

It was worse than killing him. In the cultivation world, the loss of cultivation means that there is no room for survival at all, and you can only let the mermaid slaughter.

With a heart-wrenching headache, he suddenly fell to his knees. At this moment, his eyes were hollow, his mouth was half-open, and he let the wind blow his hair on his face.

It's over, it's all over......

The Furnace Ancestor put down his fingers and turned his head away.

As the sun sets, darkness sweeps across the land, and the sky is covered with black clouds.

Nangong Yang knelt alone until the second half of the night, maintaining a posture and not moving, still immersed in grief and despair and unable to extricate himself.

He didn't know how to go back, how to face those fellow disciples on weekdays. There are many disciples who have been bullied by him and robbed women by him.

All of this is Yun Jiuye! Today's fate is all because of Yun Jiuye!

Without Yun Jiuye, maybe he is still the senior brother of Tianwen Immortal Sect now, or maybe Chu Xinlian would have become his woman a long time ago!

Yun Jiuye, he should be damned!

Nangong Yang's heart was full of resentment, and he felt that something was pressing on his chest and making him breathless. He knew that he was unwilling!

After a long time, his eyes gradually cleared. As if nothing had happened, he descended the mountain alone.

......

On the eve of dawn.

The Furnace Ancestor stood in front of Yun Jiuye and told him what happened to Nangong Yang. Yun Jiuye didn't make waves in his heart after hearing this, he just nodded.

The Furnace Ancestor asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

Yun Jiuye said: "No." ”

The Furnace Ancestor thought for a moment and left Yun Jiuye's room.

Yun Jiuye walked to the window and looked at the faint light in the sky. The reason why he didn't kill Nangong Yang was just that he didn't want to be too ostentatious, and he didn't want to dirty his hands.

It's just a villain, so why worry about it. With his current state of mind and mind, Nangong Yang really couldn't let him see it.

At dawn, the morning sun swept away the darkness, and the earth returned to light. But there's always a disturbing cool breeze that hovers through the air.

The Furnace Ancestor announced that all the disciples would gather in the Tianwen Immortal Sect Teaching Square, and he had something to announce.

"What are you doing early in the morning?"

Jin Zongbei was quite impatient in the dark night, muttering alone. He swept around, and the disciples of the five sects of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth were almost here, but they were the only ones who didn't see Nangong Yang.

He had doubts, walked up to Yin Tian, and said, "Yin Tian, have you seen Nangong Yang? Why didn't he come?

Yin Tian shook his head and glanced at the three people of the Water Sect intentionally or unintentionally.

Leng Shili stretched her waist and said, "What is this for?"

Chu Xinlian helped the girl comb the hair around her ears and said, "I think eighty percent has something to do with Nangong Yang." ”

Yun Jiuye knew in his heart that the Furnace Lai Ancestor wanted to take Nangong Yang as an example, knock and beat his disciples, and let them take it as a warning.

The wind was blowing desperately. The wind in the twilight autumn morning was cold and biting, and it made some disciples with low cultivation shiver and keep complaining.

While everyone is talking to each other.

Nangong Yang dragged a sword and walked slowly, the tip of the sword rubbing the ground and drawing a little spark.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was blue and purple, and his clothes were full of juice and scratches from grass and leaves.

The sword in his hand was a sword given to him by Xuantian Ancestor, and it was called "Guarding Against Arrogance". But he never did it, and he didn't care about the deep meaning of Xuantian Ancestor at all.

He's going to use this sword to slaughter Yun Jiuye today!

It doesn't matter if his cultivation is completely ruined, because it is better to die than to live like this. He lost everything in one night, but he couldn't swallow it!

"Yun Jiuye, come out and duel with me!"

"Don't use cultivation, come to a contest between gentlemen!"

"Put life and death aside!"

Nangong Yang wrote a battle against Yun Jiuye in front of all the disciples of the Tianwen Immortal Sect. He was confident that with his combat experience, it would not be a problem to win Yun Jiuye.

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar! Everyone didn't know why the senior brother of the Fire Sect, who was still in high spirits yesterday, had become such a down-and-out ghost now!

The crowd was talking.

Before Yun Jiuye could reply, Xuantian Ancestor suddenly flew in front of Nangong Yang.

The cold wind blew his gray hair and danced wildly, and his robe hunted in the wind!

His face was awe-inspiring and full of disappointment! Why did he still have to die by himself when everyone else let him live!

"Scoundrel!

Xuantian Ancestor looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly the echo resounded for nine days, and the entire teaching square was instantly shrouded in a layer of desolate atmosphere, lingering for a long time!

"If you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!"

"It's a pity that I pulled you up with all my hard work, you really disappointed me!"

"I don't think I should have saved you in the wolf's mouth!"

His eyes were full of grief and indignation, and his face was full of pain!

Nangong Yang suddenly froze, and a tear fell from his eyes. Without Xuantian Ancestor, there would be no Nangong Yang for him!

"Bang"!

He dropped his sword, knelt in front of Xuantian Ancestor, and cried bitterly: "Master, the child knows his mistake!"

"Boom"!

He slammed his head on the ground with all his might, and with his flesh and blood, he cracked the ground!

After that, blood seeped down the cracks in the ground, and he never got up again......