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Chapter 265: Death Without Remorse!

"I'm waiting, waiting to see this day come! When the time comes, I'm going to look at you with my eyes wide open! I'm going to see you destroy the Great Luo Sect, I'm watching you let me rebuild the Qianmen Mountain Gate, and I'm looking at you like an ancestor in the Southern Regions, and no one dares to touch my Qianmen Tiger Beard!"

Huo Xinglie laughed, his laughter shook the clouds, and he suddenly shouted, "Go!

When this sound fell, Fang Chen knew that he could no longer delay, otherwise, Huo Xinglie's act of disbanding the Qianmen would just be a senseless sacrifice.

He didn't hesitate any longer, what the Great Luo Sect really targeted was him, it was Xin Yin'er, and the rest of the disciples were not taken seriously by them at all......

Therefore, he did not stop and be pretentious, and grabbed Xin Yin'er's hand and immediately swept towards the back mountain.

Looking at Fang Chen's decisiveness, Huo Xinglie smiled and muttered, "I believe that when you come back, you will definitely be able to shake the Southern Regions!

"Zuo Mo, pass the order, from today onwards, the Qianmen will no more! All the disciples, go back to their respective families! No more in the name of the Qianmen!"

"If there is a fate, continue the friendship of the same family!"

The last sound, it almost took all the strength of the whole body to roar out!

Zuo Mo's nasal cavity was beating wildly, he almost held back the tears that were about to gush out, gritted his teeth stubbornly, knelt down for the first time, his knee hit the ground heavily, and blood poured out: "Follow the master's order!"

At this moment, the death of Qianmen!

I don't know how many disciples were shocked and speechless, and they were speechless at the moment they were notified by the law enforcement team!

"There is a big enemy in Qianmen, give me all and leave Qianmen immediately!"

"Let's go!

"Get out! I don't want you to live and die with Qianmen! That's our old guys' business! Co-existence and death, co-existence, you bastard boys who haven't cultivated in the Phantom Spirit Realm, take you to die together, I'm afraid of being ashamed of the ancestors!"

Zuo Mo's voice rose high all over Qianfeng, and after kicking Luo Feng, who was holding his thigh and refusing to leave, rolled over, this chubby old man burst into tears!

"Get out of here! If you don't get out, my Qianmen will really die, I will really die! Remember, in the future, unless Fang Chen ascends to the top and raises his arms, you are not allowed to restore the reputation of the disciple of Qianmen! Remember! Remember me, remember it to my bones!"

Zuo Mo roared angrily, blood and tears splashed, and a little blood stained on his cheeks!

The change was steep, Qi Cangshan was the first to come to the refining room according to the order, forcibly opened the secret room, and woke up Gu Yuqing, who was in retreat inside.

Hearing the change, Gu Yuqing's delicate body trembled, and her face turned pale! She stared at Qi Cangshan deeply: "Brother Fang, they'll be fine, right?"

Qi Cangshan smiled peacefully, and his iron-like face revealed a touch of gentleness and care: "Don't worry, we old guys won't let people catch up with Shangchen!"

Gu Yuqing's eyelashes trembled, she understood the absolute meaning of this sentence, and was slightly silent, Gu Yuqing kowtowed respectfully towards Qi Cangshan with a dress: "I remember all the elders on behalf of Brother Fang!"

Accepting her with peace of mind, a smile bloomed on Qi Cangshan's clumsy face: "Girl, let's go, you are also the foundation of my Qianmen, and you must not be ruined by this disaster." ”

Gu Yuqing didn't say much, as soon as she turned around, she suddenly pinched a few seals one after another, only to see the refining room trembling, shrinking to countless times, and finally becoming the size of a thumb and directly submerging into her eyebrows.

"I, Gu Yuqing, swear here, no matter how behemoth the Great Luo Sect is, I will definitely devote all my strength to destroy its sect and cut off its inheritance!"

"I, Gu Yuqing, swear to the ancestors of the Qianmen Dynasty here, that whoever personally participates in the destruction of my Qianmen today will be the heir of his family and leave no one behind!"

"I, Gu Yuqing, hereby swear to the 4,665 disciples of the Qianmen, and to the 1,236,540 disciples who have passed, that I will end up with the power of eternity, so that all those who deceive my Qianmen, insult my Qianmen, cut off my Qianmen, and kill my Qianmen will die and die, and they will not be able to get rid of their clans, even if they are chickens and dogs!"

One word at a time, every word was drunk, and the light between Gu Yuqing's eyebrows bloomed, and she saw that her soul power aura became purer and more powerful......

Qi Cangshan's eyes were surprised, and he suddenly thought that the bones of the ancestor of Qianmen Huo Xuan had mysteriously disappeared, and then he thought that Gu Yuqing was able to refine the refining room just now, and a kind of enlightenment flashed in his heart.

He suddenly laughed, and shouted loudly at the sky: "Da Luo Zong, now my Qianmen Mountain Gate has collapsed, this will be the biggest mistake your Da Luo Sect has made in the past thousand years! Hahahaha, how can you cut the inheritance of my Qianmen disciples!"

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It's incredibly efficient.

After a full dispatch to exterminate the Black Clan's team, all the Qianmen disciples went together like never before. After several days of cheering, they were tempered to an iron plate, and once they received the order, they retreated quickly.

However, many of them refused to retreat, no matter how Zuo Mo scolded, kicked and beaten, it was useless!

"Master, there are still one hundred and six disciples who refuse to leave, and the rest of the people have already handed over all the treasures in the sect over the years and all the things that have been plundered by the Black Clan recently to Elder Fu and other true lineages. ”

Zuo Mo's fat face no longer has the kindness or hippie smile on his usual face, he is very serious. Looking at the disciples who knelt down behind him and refused to leave, his face was full of helplessness.

These disciples are all orphans since childhood, and they have no family burden, and they have been adopted by the Qianmen to grow up smoothly until now. If it weren't for the dry door, they would have died long ago.

Among them, there are outer disciples, inner disciples, and even true traditions!

The only thing they have in common is that they regard Qianmen as their father, their mother, and their closest bloodline!

If the father dies and the mother dies, what is the use of keeping one's life?

"Ask the head of the family to forgive my sins! I am willing to die in Qianmen! I will not regret even if I die!"

Huo Xinglie sat on a large chair, his face was dignified, and he was dressed in a purple and gold robe, which was extremely majestic. He is now dressed very neatly, and even a hosta inherited from the previous generation of the head has been brought with him, and in the past, he has always treasured it in the storage ring, and never takes it out easily!

"They are all good boys, since they are willing to stay, then let's stay. The majesty of the Qianmen is obtained from the bloody killing, and if you want to maintain this majesty, you must naturally have a bloody rendering!"

Huo Xinglie's gaze swept over everyone, although his body was still short, he naturally exuded a majesty that no one dared to ignore: "You are not guilty! If you die today, you should also be named in the history of my Qianmen, and it will be praised by the disciples of Qianmen in ten thousand years!"

"Get up and stand behind me!"

All the disciples stood up obediently and walked behind Huo Xinglie. Some people still have bruises on their bodies, which were left by Zuo Mo just now in order to force them to leave.

Zuo Mo felt distressed for a while, and trembled and wiped the blood from the corner of the mouth of the nearest teenager who was leaning on him, the young man was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there was still a residual childishness on his face, and the short fur was sticking to his lips.

Seeing Zuo Mo stretch out his hand to wipe it, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Silly boy, does it still hurt?" Zuo Mo almost wanted to cry again, but he restrained and restrained himself before he could hold back.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and shook his head at a loss, a little nervous and cramped: "Elder, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, it's not as good as the injury I usually suffer from collecting medicine." ”

Zuo Mo couldn't hold back any longer, hugged the young man tightly, and hot tears flowed down his cheeks!

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