"Just in the name of preventing Su Yuning, seal the sect, and no one is allowed to leave!"

"Yes, let them come again and again, how can there be such a good thing!"

"Yes, master, just according to what the eighth junior brother said, there is nothing to do at present, the mouth grows on them." The five elders thought about it and agreed.

"That's it." The head of the sect slowly spoke, "I will open the Protector Sect Enchantment, and from now on, it is forbidden to enter and leave at will." He glanced at him and left.

No one noticed the broken bracelet in the hands of the third elder Zhanmeng.

What if it gets exposed. But now, we can only take one step at a time.

In the past, the trial of sinners was on the Spiegel Terrace, but this time it has been replaced by the Ten Thousand Laws Gate. Without shackles and handcuffs, Su Yuning is still the "sinner".

Different from the plain disciple clothes in the past, Su Yuning wore a red dress to the appointment, which was not as stunning as Su Yanxi but also eye-catching.

Su Yuning looked around and sneered: "Hmph, I don't know how I Su Yuning can do it, bothering so many seniors to worry about it." ”

"Shut up! Enchantress! You steal the forbidden pill and harm one party, and the elders are here today to see how arrogant you are! The head of the Wanfa Sect stood at the front, and his voice infused with spiritual power was particularly loud, and the people watching from afar outside the sect could hear it clearly.

"It's just a rhetoric!" Su Yuning raised her head slightly, looked at the people on the steps, and threw out the scroll that Gu Beiqing gave her. In the middle of the air, the scroll shone brightly, showing the scene of the three elders' alchemy in front of everyone.

"Master, this can't be faked, right?" Su Yuning smiled lightly. The crowd began to talk about it.

When the head of the house appeared, the commotion was even greater.

"The three elders and the head of the sect are doing alchemy privately?" There are already disciples who are quietly discussing.

The representatives of the sect did not speak, but their faces were not good-looking.

Seeing that the plot of the three elders was about to be served, a spell flew by the master, splitting the book in half, and forcibly blocking the next picture.

The argument got louder.

"Ah, isn't this the same as being a thief?"

"Yes, yes, if it's just alchemy, it shouldn't be anything, right?"

"Ah, look!" With an exclamation in the crowd, the head Zhaoyang was shocked, quickly turned around, and found that in the sky behind everyone, there was an identical scroll, and continued to release the following picture, it was too late for him to make another move.

The air fell silent for a moment.

He just felt his mind go blank, just froze in place.

When he suddenly caught a glimpse of something flying over, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly shouted: "Don't! ”

It's too late.

The junior brother he had protected for half his life was standing on the roof of the council hall behind everyone at this time.

He was laughing, laughing wildly.

Suddenly, his reddened eyes widened and he struck at the Ming Rite below.

As the head of Wanjiang Gate, the head of the sect is naturally not an idle person, and he repels the almost crazy demon in three or two strokes.

Why don't you die! Zhan Meng yelled at the head of the house, then took out a small medicine bottle and took a whole bottle of pills.

Countless black-and-red lines crawled from his neck to his face, and all around him were teeth and claws like black mist.

Before anyone reacted to this grab, the head of the house had already been choked by the throat.

"As soon as you die, the two doors will be reunited! That's right! You ungrateful white-eyed wolf, I'll kill you to accompany the ancestor! ”

Seeing that there was another burst of aura on Zhanmeng's body, he only heard a wail. The arm that grabbed the head of the house had been cut off, and the person holding the sword was the head of Zhaoyang.

"Zhaoyang! You also bear me! You owe it to me! I'm going to get mine back! He rushed towards the crowd, and the severed arm had grown new ones at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Zhan Meng, who was completely enchanted, was no longer rational, his fingers were as sharp as the tip of a knife, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced the bodies of the two elders.

The head Zhaoyang hurriedly stepped forward to block it.

"Stop! See who I am! He blocked the blow, and felt the tiger's mouth tingle.

The red eyes, which were no longer visible, stared at the face in front of them, and suddenly stopped.

"Zhanmeng?" The boss tentatively shouted again.

"Senior Brother in Charge!" With a shout, a sword from the Eighth Elder had already pierced the body of the person in front of him.

Zhan Meng roared in pain, quickly turned backwards and knocked the Eighth Elder away, drew his sword and threw it out.

Taking advantage of this gap, the elders had already set up their formation, and countless golden rays of light erupted from the ground, passing through the body in the center of the formation.

When he fell, Zhaoyang, who was one step away, only felt a flash of white light, and time seemed to stand still.

He walked forward and found that everyone was gone.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

"Senior brother, wait for me!" A child's frolicking caught his attention.

When he saw the child running up from below, Zhaoyang was stunned, isn't this his own when he was a child? I don't remember it for a long time.

He saw himself smiling and shouting below: "Senior brother, hurry up!" Those who are late will be penalized! ”

It is the childhood that is left behind.

He followed, but suddenly came to a wooded field again.

The little Zhanmeng squatted beside a small puddle, intently tinkering with this, and rubbed some mud on his face, like a little flower cat.

Zhaoyang walked over and found that he was pinching clay figures, ugly. He stood up, wiped the sweat from his head with his dirty little hands, and spoke to the clay figurines.

"This is Senior Brother, and this is me."

Looking at Zhanmeng, who was fiddling with the clay figures, Zhaoyang suddenly remembered that the pile of mud that had been thrown away by himself as a sundry had long since turned out to be himself who had been pinching for a long time.

It's been so long, so long that remembering this memory makes him feel a little unreal.

Thinking about it this way, when he was a child, Zhanmeng seemed to like to stay with him.

"Senior brother! Can you teach me how to resist the sword......"

"Senior brother! I heard that the peach blossoms under the mountain are blooming......"

"Senior brother! ……”

Until—

"Come on! Someone fainted! ”

When he saw Zhan Meng falling down bleeding in front of his eyes, he was at a loss.

The pastry that was supposed to be eaten by himself was eaten by mistake.

But it is poison without solution.

"There's only one way to save Amon now." The former head told Zhaoyang, "The Blood Burning Pill can save his life." ”

But then he said, "I'm just afraid that his cultivation will stop there."

"Master is afraid that if Amon continues to cultivate, he will ignite the Blood Burning Pill-"

"If only you knew."

In just one sentence, the relationship between the two was shackled.

"Are you trying to keep an eye on me and not let me continue to cultivate?" When Zhan Meng said this sentence calmly, Zhao Yang didn't know what to do, and the subconscious "no" made Zhan Meng suddenly explode.

"Don't let me continue to cultivate, save me what to do!"

"Take this broken stove! Don't think I don't know why! ”

"Take it! I don't care about you! ”

"You're good, my loss can be compensated by a furnace!" He threw the Dan stove beside the bed far away.

I don't know if it's a side effect of the Blood Burning Pill, he only feels that Zhanmeng's temperament has changed greatly.

Zhanmeng, who was originally an alchemy genius, couldn't touch the Dan furnace from now on, and saw that what should have been his position was given to others.