Time flies, half a year in the blink of an eye. When that familiar figure appeared in front of him again, it was already a strange thing. In Ling Feng's clear eyes, the figure tied to the pillar on the city wall was reflected, but there was an indescribable pain in his heart.

On that day, he fled and ran to the Dragon Gate. He thought that Lan'er had betrayed him, but in this situation, the shadow on the city wall seemed to have been tortured more than himself, and he no longer had any reason to think that Lan'er had betrayed him!

Even if the events of that day were really related to Lan'er, he would not have a little hatred. At this moment, he can only be full of pain.

Dressed in a pale blue dress, stained with blood. The face that used to be full of charming smiles is now extremely dull and seems extremely tired. The beautiful eyes are dull, and there is a faint fear and uneasiness in the depths.

There were two blood stains on the corners of Lan'er's mouth, which had dried up. Beautiful face, no longer the luster of the day. The long hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and he looked pitiful.

And some other important figures of the Ling clan were directly tied up by ropes made of gold and iron and hung on the city wall. As far as the eye could see, there were dozens of figures, and the most obvious position among them was clearly some elder figures led by Ling Ang.

At this moment, Ling Ang and the others' breath was extremely sluggish, all of them were half-dead, and a trace of breath was like rain, as if they could die at any time. Compared to Lan'er, these people are obviously more miserable, there is no complete piece of flesh and skin on their bodies, and their robes have already been whipped to tatters, and various whip shadows are reflected on them.

Around the imperial city, there were faintly several terrifying auras spreading out, making people palpitate. Those strong people who were hidden had even reached the peak of the Nirvana realm in their cultivation.

On the top of the city wall, there were some ordinary warriors, who were naturally used to guard these prisoners. Although their cultivation is not high, their effectiveness is not low at all, and they use whips to whip Ling Ang and the others a few times when they have nothing to do. At the same time, he was scolding something, and the corner of his eye was constantly scanning the surroundings.

At this moment, under the city wall, countless warriors gathered. Most of them are ordinary viewers who come to see the excitement, and only a very small number of people are eyeliners sent by some forces. Ling Feng only made a stop here, and he found many people from different forces.

"Ah, ah~" Just when Ling Feng was slightly stunned, suddenly there were several screams. Looking up, I saw a few mighty soldiers, wielding long whips with thorns in their hands, and they were slamming some elders of the Ling clan fiercely, causing them to lose their cultivation, and there were a few more hideous blood marks on their bodies again.

The whip passed over a person, and it didn't take long for it to come to Wuji. With a whip down, Wuji didn't even frown, but with a smile on his face, he spit out a slightly sarcastic voice, and said, "This is the fairy's right-hand man?

Bang bang.

"Look for death!" the soldier was furious, brandished the long whip in his palm, and with almost all his strength, he pulled it down fiercely. Only to hear the sound of flesh and blood being sucked out, and the blood on Wuji's body surged wildly, instantly staining his clothes into blood red.

He no longer had the strength to laugh at the other party, clenching his teeth and twisting his face. I have to say that when this soldier is angry, the power of the whip is much greater.

In just a few breaths, there are already five whips falling. Wuji's breath became even weaker.

The whips seemed to have been whipped on Ling Feng's body, making his face extremely ugly. Great Elder Wuji, Ling Feng has always been called the Great Grandfather, and he is not thin on himself in the other direction, it can be said that in his heart, he already regards the other party as his own grandfather.

However, now Wuji is being punished so cruelly in front of him, and he has no choice, not even the courage to stand up.

In his eyes, the Great Elder, who was also extremely arrogant, had been whipped to the point of almost death. He had no doubt that as long as the other party was whipping a few more whips, Wuji would die.

Seeing that the soldier's arm was already raised high, he wanted to whip it down. The corners of Ling Feng's mouth twisted, and his killing intent rose.

His eyes were red, and he stared at the whip-wielding figure, carving the other person's face into his heart. Suppress the anger that erupts from the bottom of his heart, because he knows that once he can't control it, he will die without a place to be buried!

"Yo, these blows are much stronger than the woman's!" At that moment, a voice with a slight disdain and mockery sounded. The gaze was projected, and the person who spoke was none other than Ling Ang.

Hearing this, the soldier's raised arm was put down, and then the corners of his mouth twitched and walked up to Ling Ang, whipping it down fiercely.

"The patriarch of the Ling clan is really powerful, today is not the end of being beaten by Lao Tzu!" The soldier taunted while whipping, "How majestic and unattainable it was in the past, but now he is just a prisoner, and he dares to mock this general, I don't know whether I live or die!"

Bang bang.

The smile on Ling Ang's face disappeared in an instant, and when he heard what the soldier said, his face was full of bitterness. Yes, how majestic and high-spirited he used to be, thinking that he could lead the Ling clan to a new height and override the imperial power.

The final outcome was so bleak.

Just a few days ago, he was the majestic, patriarch of the Ling clan. In an instant, he was reduced to a prisoner, and he was even regarded as a traitor, hung on the city wall, whipped in public, and lost face.

Thinking of this, Ling Ang's face was full of shame. The strong man of the dignified reincarnation mirror, the patriarch of the dignified Ling clan, fell to the tragic end of the family being destroyed but unable to do anything and enduring humiliation and becoming a prisoner.

"Hahaha, hahaha......" Ling Ang laughed to the sky, close to madness. The whip whipped on his body, and he didn't realize it.

Seeing Ling Ang look like this, Ling Feng was also very sad in his heart. In any case, the other party is his 'father' in this life, and although he hates the other party, he doesn't want to see the latter fall to such a point.

Probably tired from the fight and bored, the soldier paused for a moment to rest, and then walked towards the other figures.

While waving his long whip, he said fiercely to the crowd of onlookers: "The remnants of the Ling clan, the general I know that you are hiding here, but you can only be a turtle with a shrunken head, and you will never dare to stick out your head, the children of the Ling clan, it's ridiculous, haha, ridiculous!"

With a whip down, the mocking words spread out far away at the same time, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present. Then, there were really a few impulsive figures, roared, and swept towards the city wall.

However, before they could appear on the city wall, they were directly hit by a secret force, and then their bodies fell to the ground weakly.

Looking at the few young disciples who died, the elder of the Ling clan, his face was full of pain. At the same time, hatred of iron is not steel: "You fools, you are not allowed to come out, otherwise you will be expelled from the Ling clan forever!"

The people of the Ling clan who were hidden in all corners instantly suppressed their originally excited emotions, and then quietly blended into the depths of the crowd.

"With this son, the Ling clan will not die!"

(End of chapter)