This figure looks abrupt, but it is also old, especially remarkable, this person actually has his feet off the ground, and two wooden crutches are set up under the two associations.

When Tang Xiaojiao saw this person appear in front of him, he suddenly felt a little discouraged, and said with a sad face: "God, it's actually Master, your old man." ”

The old man with an angry face in front of him was his master in the inner door, and the old man was facing him with a gloomy face at this moment, and said coldly:

"Evil obstacle, you have such a big breath, in your eyes, can you have the existence of my master?"

......

Duan Leng stood still, not even raising his eyes to look into the distance.

In his heart, there was still a faint pain, and he hadn't completely reacted for a while.

He really didn't know how to explain to Cinnabar, because Yun Haoxuan!

Yun Haoxuan has died, and he has fallen on the first layer of the altar: the land of epiphany, although he has fought to the death and done his best, but in the end, he still has not been able to save Yun Haoxuan's fate.

Even in the whole group, not even one person was saved, seven people died sideways, and only one of them remained.

He couldn't help but be a little frustrated, Yun Haoxuan was still using all his spiritual cultivation skills before he died, helping him resist the tide of attacks.

He himself survived, but Yun Haoxuan was directly broken by a wolf-headed monster with a halberd, picked it up, and died on the spot.

This scene directly caused him to completely collapse and fall into madness.

When all the wolf-headed monsters burst open and disappeared in front of him, he suddenly realized that he was already alone, and on the ground, the corpses of the other seven disciples were scattered.

He experienced this feeling for the rest of his life more than once, and each time it almost made him collapse.

If it weren't for his strong will, he would have lost hope in the world long ago.

Duan Leng didn't cry, didn't speak, just stood dumbfounded, and the only thing left in his heart was guilt.

Mo said that Yun Haoxuan, who was seriously injured, was told by Cinnabar many times to take care of him, and even gave up his place in the group, but in the end, he still did not protect him.

He hated himself for being incompetent, hating his own insignificance, hating his own weakness!

If he didn't cultivate pure martial arts and practice all kinds of cultivation techniques, he would only be able to take care of himself, if he had the cultivation skills of group attacks like Feng Que and Shaking Sen, maybe the result would be different.

But now, people cannot be resurrected from death, and there is no chance to start over.

"Are you feeling why you are so weak and incompetent?" An extremely cold voice suddenly came.

"Who is it?" Duan Leng's eyes were cold, and he raised his head directly and looked in front of him.

In front of him, a chaotic sky, even unable to distinguish where is the sky and where is the earth, the sound of wind and fog, wandering away from his eyes, can be described as chaotic, and this sound is also from the chaos.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, who are you?"

The voice changed, and suddenly there was a sneer and sarcasm: "Duan Leng, tell me, who are you?"

"Who am I?" Duan Leng's face couldn't help but change, and he said loudly: "Who are you sacred, how can you know my name?"

The voice didn't answer directly, but first let out a burst of gloomy laughter, and after the laughter subsided, he slowly said gloomily: "You should be familiar with this scene." ”

In front of Duan Leng's eyes, the scene changed again.

This is a room, carved windows, the windows are bright and clean, and a few bright candlesticks are hung on the walls around it, and the inside of this room shines very clearly.

In front of a warm bed, there was a burly and tall middle-aged man in yellow clothes, staring at the bed with great pity.

On the bed, there was a frail woman, with a goose egg pink face, big rectangular eyes, a petite figure, wearing a purple and pink cotton jacket, and a white handkerchief wrapped on her forehead, leaning on the pillow, carefully caring for a baby waiting to be fed in her arms, and her eyes were full of love.

Perhaps sensing the concern and love of the middle-aged man and woman, this chubby and cute child pursed his little pink mouth and suddenly burst out laughing, revealing two rows of white teeth like broken jade.

Duan Leng looked at the scene in front of him, and his body was immediately shocked, this picture was too familiar, and it made him feel like he had been struck by lightning.

It's just that before he could react, the scene suddenly changed again.

In the martial arts training hall of Nuo University, there was a boy about eight or nine years old, standing behind the crowd, stretching his arms and punching and kicking his legs with the martial arts cultivation movements of several disciples in front of him, looking presentable.

The middle-aged man in the Xuanyi in the previous picture was standing at the front of the crowd, carefully guiding everyone to cultivate, occasionally glancing at the boy who was moving at the end of the tail, and his eyes were quite gratifying.

At this moment, the style of painting suddenly changed, and the middle-aged man's body shook, and his extremely terrified eyes turned to the front hall, where thick smoke billowed as if there had been an explosion.

All the martial arts cultivators almost immediately found out, and rushed to the front hall in shock, and the middle-aged man was obviously extremely strong in cultivation, and his speed was also the fastest, and he had already rushed into the front hall in one fell swoop.

In the front hall, the smoke dissipated, and countless masked people in black clothes appeared in large numbers without warning, dense figures in the portal, moving flickering, looming one after another, advancing and retreating, swaying with light and shadow, multiplying the horror.

When they saw these many martial arts cultivators rushing in front of them, they almost didn't say a word, and immediately started a battle on the spot.

The three leaders standing in front of the black-clothed people were all different in shape and appearance.

They were a red-faced man like a cow, a plump and fair-skinned woman, and a thin old man in red, who directly greeted the middle-aged man in Xuanyi.

On top of the number of black-clothed people, they already have an absolute advantage, plus the sword and sword, they are clearly prepared, but these martial arts disciples on the opposite side are all bare-handed, plus the matter is in a hurry, and the momentum is three points weaker.

In this way, these dozens of martial arts cultivation disciples almost directly became the targets of slaughter, but even if they were in a weak position, they did not have the slightest fear, but they were all extremely brave and brazenly took the battle.

For a while, the entire hall was full of shouts and killings, blood rushed to the sky, broken limbs flew sideways, and dead bodies were everywhere, directly becoming a purgatory-like place on earth.

The man in the dark clothes is even more courageous, even if he faces three masters at the same time, he is like a mad tiger, unstoppable, and he does not fall behind for a while.

But just when the two sides were fighting, there was suddenly a terrible scream, which sounded everywhere in the side hall, and the man in the dark clothes was shocked when he heard it, but his eyes were also red, like being struck by lightning, his steps staggered, and he was a little confused first.

It turns out that these black-clothed people have another backhand, and they have no humanity, and they also brutally kill those old and weak women and children!

At this time, the situation of the battle immediately changed greatly, Mo said that the middle-aged man in Xuanyi was already flustered, and even the martial arts disciples who were brazenly facing the battle in the hall were also in chaos, because among those old and weak women and children, most of them were close to their families.

The boy was just a young boy of great age, and when he had seen such a tragic scene, he looked panicked, opened his mouth and cried loudly, and rushed directly into the bedroom, but as soon as he entered, he was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

On the bed in that bedroom, there was a red-clothed heron man prostrate on the woman's body, and after hearing the sound of the boy rushing in, Huo Ran turned his head and smiled gloomily at the boy.

On his crimson mouth, the fine white fangs went out, and there was actually a mouth full of blood, and the vultures kept flowing.