How to make Ji Fenglin ruined and die without a place to be buried, Yuehua thought about this question for a long, long time, and finally came up with a solution.

Although the Sword Sect always succumbs to the Immortal Peak, it does not mean that it has no strength. Kill Yin Yan, the young sect master of the Sword Sect, and blame Ji Fenglin, even if the senior uncle wants to protect Ji Fenglin, he will feel in a dilemma, right?

Yuehua held the sword in her backhand, and another sword stabbed into her chest.

With the blood gushing, a trembling smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“……”

Qingjian Zhenren, who was watching the disciples' competition, instantly froze with a calm expression.

His heirs are difficult, and he has only had one son Yin Yan for hundreds of years.

Therefore, he doted on his beloved son very much, and the treasures of heaven and earth helped him to cultivate, and the glory and wealth made him happy. Yin Yan has never disappointed him, he is proud of his talent, not arrogant or impatient.

But at the last moment, he felt that it represented the life card of his precious son Yin Yan...... Shattered!

Yin Yan is dead?!

How is this possible!

Qingjian Zhenren suddenly got up and disappeared from his position in the blink of an eye.

Immortal Immortal and Huangshan Dao Chang took a slow moment and noticed the breath of Qingjian Zhenren's rapid departure, and the two looked at each other a little dazed.

The fairy quickly asked Yinhe, "Is something wrong?" Where is Ji Fenglin? ”

Yinhe checked Ji Fenglin's location: "It's okay, Ji Shao stayed in the palace well." ”

Xianxian's frowning brow relaxed.

It's okay to have nothing to do with Ji Fenglin.

But she didn't know—

The Qingjian real person appeared on the back mountain in the blink of an eye, and kicked down Yuehua, who was hit by a sword in the chest.

The monk was the most sensitive to demonic energy, picked up Yin Yan, who had lost his vitality, and noticed the residual demonic breath on his chest injury, Qingjian Zhenren was furious, "Who killed my son!" ”

The majestic anger turned into a burst of immortal power, and headed towards Yuehua.

Yuehua immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said tremblingly: "Back to the seniors, yes, it's a demon cultivator!" ”

"Where did my Sword Sect get from the Demon Cultivator?"

Qingjian was really suspicious, but seeing that Yuehua was injured, there was no trace of demonic energy in his breath, so he restrained some coercion.

Yuehua immediately said: "That demon cultivator is my uncle and ancestor, the apprentice of Yuyang Immortal Monarch, Ji Fenglin!" ”

In just a few words, he told Ji Fenglin's life experience, including what happened between him and Yin Yan.

So in a moment, Qingjian Zhenren hugged Yin Yan's corpse with one hand, and carried Yuehua to the Immortal Dormitory with the other.

On the way, countless Sword Sect elder disciples felt the anger of their sect master, and immediately moved when they heard the wind and followed one after another.

Ji Fenglin didn't know what was going to happen yet.

He returned to the hall, remembering his lingering with the fairy last night, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, looking forward to her coming back tonight.

But he wasn't destined to wait.

The door of the dormitory was slammed open with a palm.

Ji Fenglin looked at a pair of eyes that were so angry that they were full of bloodshots, and there were countless Sword Sect disciples who surrounded the dormitory.

"It's really a demon cultivator!" Qingjian Zhenren is a powerful person who has been famous for a long time, and he saw through his aura at the first sight of Ji Fenglin.

Ji Fenglin's gaze quickly fell on Yin Yan, who he was holding with one hand.

Yin Yan is dead...?

He was surprised for a moment, and before he could ask any doubts, the Qingjian real person slapped it with a palm.

With a bang, Ji Fenglin instantly smashed a big hole in the wall!

"Senior, I'll see if he's dead."

Yuehua walked quickly and saw Ji Fenglin crawling out of the rubble.

He suddenly squatted down and said in a low voice: "Ji Fenglin, how far do you want to harm your uncle and ancestor before you stop?" ”

Ji Fenglin's figure paused and looked at him.

"Uncle Shi asked me to come."

Observing Ji Fenglin's face, Yuehua sneered in her heart, the master and apprentice are not good, and the love between men and women is really disgusting.

He said: "Just a demon cultivator, you dare to touch the immortals, Uncle Shi ordered me to come and take your life." ”

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