The disciples gathered around the lock spirit platform saw the scene on the mist, and some of their timid legs trembled.

Crying and telling myself that I must not violate the rules of the church.

If you are locked up, there is only one way to die.

…… It's really a bit cruel and intimidating to this kind of punishment scene.

The peak master of Nanyun Peak doesn't like the dirt in this world, so his disciples are all wrapped in plain white robes, and they will never be stained with the slightest bit of dirt by refining qi on weekdays.

Therefore, they had never seen so much dirt on this Nanyun Peak's iconic white robe.

I have never seen Ling Qianwan, who was once high and domineering.

This is what it looks like now.

She was dressed in a tattered white robe, stepping barefoot on the vine bridge, her ankles were still bleeding, her limbs were slender and pale, her cheeks were thin, and her whole person seemed to be sunken and bloodless.

Only those eyes remained.

Cold and calm, like a deep cold pool, quietly hiding all emotions.

Under her feet was an abyss surging with the blood of countless monks, but it seemed that in her eyes, there was no fear, no cowering.

It's a little too indifferent.

Xiao Ran glanced at the mist, and saw her climb up along the rattan bridge without changing her face, and withdrew her gaze, the coldness of her mouth loosened a little.

"It's boring, there's something else to do in this seat, so let's go first."

He drew out the red sky, and the scorching majestic sword qi was the nemesis of the monster's filth, and the bearded vines wrapped around the vine bridge immediately shrank back in fear.

Qianye felt that the restraint on her ankles was a little less, and she raised her eyes to look into the void, only to see a person leaving from the sword on the lock platform, squinting her eyes slightly.

Why...... She will have this inexplicable fighting spirit.

Xiao Ran, who was standing on top of Chixiao with his hands in his hands, glanced down and slowly tightened his hands behind him.

"Uncle Xiao Ran......"

Seeing Xiao Ran leaving, Lu Yaoqing hurriedly called, but was pulled by Mu Tianji on the side, shook her head, and signaled that she didn't have to chase.

The master clearly didn't need the sword, but he deliberately attracted Chixiao, probably because he wanted to help Ling Qianwan and use Chixiao's Haoran sword intent to deter the blood vine.

But is there any friendship between these two people?

Mu Tianji frowned irritably, and shouted a system in his mind, but he could only hear the mechanical sound that prompted the maintenance.

Damn, spicy chicken system.

I don't know how long time has passed, after Qianwan touched the prohibition of the lock spirit table, I only felt that the thin aura on my body was scavenged again.

I didn't expect that there were still one set of techniques for the whole work of the cultivation realm.

Aunt and grandmother fight after the reference below.

Celestial Immortals: Danger.

The deacon hall master put away the vine bridge and looked at her with a cold face, "Ling Qianwan, since you have been punished, the previous guilt will be written off. Now that you are punished for the seal, you have been demoted to an outer disciple, can you have any objections? ”

Outer disciples, didn't they directly remove their names from Nanyun Peak?

It is basically impossible for someone who has been punished like this to be elected to the inner door again, let alone become a family heir with a higher status.

It's really feng shui in turns......

Everyone in the audience has different thoughts.

Qianwan sneered coldly in her heart, she had already calculated that Lu Chao didn't fully believe her, but just wanted to find out the secret realm from her mouth.

Actually came to this hand.

"Disciple Ling Qianwan, I want to see my master."

"Yu Shu Zhenren has not arrived today, he has already made his attitude clear, and this seat will act on his behalf and cut off the master-apprentice relationship for the two of you."

The deacon's face was cold and hard, and he ordered his disciples to take the nameplate, as if he had to solve this matter today.

Lu Yaoqing looked at Qianwan, her eyes slightly upturned.

It's been four years, and there is no soul-attracting lamp, and she hasn't advanced an inch of cultivation, and she is about to fall back even to build a foundation barrier.

But her father actually said that he would let her out, and let him never talk about what happened back then.

It's ridiculous!

She couldn't wait for Ling Qianwan to die, how could she let her go back to Nanyun Peak as if nothing had happened, and continue to be a disciple of her own lineage!

Lu Yaoqing looked at her resentfully, and a hint of happiness flashed in her eyes.

"Slow!"

A shout came from afar.

The complex circle gathered in mid-air and dispersed, and out came a monk in a white robe.

Gather into a formation, and pass on the spirits.

This is extremely demanding for the use of spiritual power, and to be able to create this kind of exercise, except for the peak master of Nanyun Peak who has reached the realm of distraction, Yu Shu Zhenren, there is no one else.

Lu Yaoqing clenched her fists and her eyes widened in disbelief, how could it be?