The green mountains and ancient trees are full of greenery, the flowers are gorgeous, and the birds are singing and the apes are crying.

In this beautiful mountain forest scenery, there is the mountain gate of the Purple Light Sect, and the entire mountain gate is located on the top of the mountain, and a stone road leads to the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain stands a big stone, on which are carved with three big purple characters of the Purple Light Sect like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

At the top of the hill, there is a splendid palace complex, and in front of the complex, there is a huge square.

The fiery sun shone on the square, making people subconsciously feel that there was a hot and dry heat, the disciples of the Purple Light Sect practiced in the square, and occasionally there would be high-level people from the master's sect coming and going, and if they were in a good mood, they would also guide the disciples in their cultivation.

At the edge of the square, a wooden pillar was erected, and on the wooden pillar was tied a woman dressed in black, who had scars all over her body, and her face was blue and purple.

Under the scorching sun, the disciples of the Purple Light Sect needed to replenish water from time to time, and the woman on the top of the mountain didn't care about him at all, let alone feed him water.

The disciples who entered the Purple Light Sect had more or less a hint of arrogance on their faces, this was the pride of being a disciple of the Great Gate Sect, as one of the best sects within a radius of ten thousand miles, the disciples of the Purple Light Sect had such confidence.

"The woman who killed the young master, I really don't know where he got the guts. Someone passed by the square and saw Chang Baihui, and subconsciously sneered.

A woman said viciously: "Looking at her face like this, I know that she is a fox who must have failed to seduce the young master, so she held a grudge and harmed the young master." ”

"This woman is very tough, I don't know if she can still have such a hard breath after three days of exposure?"

"Poor man. Someone said in a very small voice, but the person who said such things had a very small voice, and after saying a word, he hurried away, for fear of being heard.

The crowd of people who came and went talked about it, and most of them were mocking and ridiculing, praying that when they were laughing at Chang Baihui, they would be seen by the sect master or the sect master's wife, and remembered by them, for ordinary disciples, a reward from the sect master could make them struggle for decades less.

From beginning to end, Chang Baihui's eyes were cold, as if it was not his body that was tortured, and he couldn't feel the pain from his body like a zombie.

With the exposure of the sun and the continuous loss of physical strength, Chang Baihui's eyes seemed to become colder.

"Ahh

"Why, why are you so ruthless, you returned my son's life. ”

"Bang bang!" the long whip waved, but Chang Baihui remained indifferent.

Countless disciples watched all this silently, and instead of sympathy, many people were gloating.

The middle-aged woman took out a sharp dagger with a cold light, then looked at Chang Baihui and said coldly: "Little slut, I want to shave your face, so that you will become ugly in hell after you die." ”

The middle-aged woman approached with a dagger in her hand, with a hideous smile on her face, and said viciously to Chang Baihui: "Little slut, why, why are you so ruthless, if you had obeyed my son in the first place, it would have been your blessing." ”

Chang Baihui sneered and sneered: "She was not killed by me, but by you, without your stupid favor, he would not have died." ”

"You, you slut, dare to talk flatteringly. Watch me tear your face. The middle-aged woman stabbed Chang Baihui in the face with a dagger.

Above the middle-aged woman's head, an angry shout suddenly came out: "Vixen, you dare!"

The middle-aged woman subconsciously looked up, but saw a figure in the sky smashing down in her direction like a meteorite, and the person was still in the sky, so she pointed her finger downward, and an earthy yellow energy shot towards the middle-aged woman.

"Woman, be careful!" a middle-aged master hurriedly took the middle-aged woman's hand, and his body slid quickly into the distance, dodging the blow.

"Boom!" the figure smashed on the ground where the middle-aged woman was standing, and the ground was smashed and cracked.

"Baihui, I'm here. "It was a chubby figure, not tall, but now a face contorted with rage, like a monstrous beast.

Chang Baihui raised his eyelids, looked at the little fat man in front of him, and showed a relieved smile on his face: "Is it only you?"

"Of course not!" said the little fat man, "look above your head." ”

Above his head, a black figure stood in the sky, holding a silver spear in his right hand, and the sky that was originally scorching seemed to have a chill because of his appearance.

In the windless sky, his robe and long hair were stirring in the sky, and a dazzling silver light was slowly emerging on his silver spear, and as the silver light continued to bloom, the silver spear emitted more and more terrifying fluctuations.

A sharp aura emanated in the sky, and the sharpness of the king of a hundred soldiers slowly unfolded between heaven and earth at this moment.

Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky, and even the originally hideous middle-aged woman raised her head and stared blankly at the top of her head, amazed by the silver spear in the hand of the man in black.

Countless disciples of the Purple Light Sect looked at this figure, and subconsciously felt ashamed of themselves, and countless women stared at the sky blankly, impressed by this figure.

It seems that every move contains the power of heaven and earth, and all of them suffocate the void.

The silver spear moved.

Stab it downward.

"Bold!" In the Great Hall of the Purple Light Sect, the master of the Martial King sensed the crisis and broke through the roof and rushed into the sky, but what greeted him was the spear stabbed by Yechen.

A series of silver streamers flowed out of the silver spear, like a meteor shower falling downward, and the flying Martial King just rushed into the sky, and was stabbed to pieces by the silver streamer, and then turned into a piece of remnants and strangled into a blood rain under the streamer.

Yechen's voice sounded slowly, resounding through the sky like a demon god: "Streamer condensation, break!"

The spears were finally all stabbed, and behind the streamer, there was even more dazzling light that turned into a phantom of a silver spear, as if a god was holding a silver spear, stabbing into the main hall of the Purple Light Sect fiercely.

"Boom!" The huge silver spear phantom was inserted on the main hall of the Purple Light Sect, and the sharp silver spear exploded like a spreading lightning, and the entire hall turned into ruins under Yechen's shot, revealing a huge sinkhole.

Countless people watched this scene with their mouths wide open, and everyone was suffocated under this shot.

The black figure in the sky, like a demon god, pressed above everyone's heads, making people feel a deep sense of fear.

(End of chapter)