In Linglong Island, on a lush mountain peak, more than a dozen people stood motionless in the air, looking down with sarcasm or disdain, sympathy or coldness.

At their feet, on a flat ground on a mountain peak, a cloaked maiden stood silently, letting the breeze stir her dress. Drops of crimson blood kept falling from under the cloak, looking very desolate.

And beside her, there were more than a dozen embarrassed girls, all of whom were more or less injured, and they were not lightly injured. Their opponents were so powerful that they could barely resist them. But even so, there is not the slightest fear to be seen on their faces, on the contrary, on their faces, full of anger, undisguised anger.

Everyone stared at the air with an extremely angry gaze, staring at the brocade-clothed old man standing at the forefront in mid-air. If the gaze can kill, this old man is probably already a corpse.

And around these people, the ground was even more of a mess, and the Qingzhu Pavilion, which had taken Ling Jingyao a long time to recover, had once again turned into nothingness.

Hundreds of Qingzhu Pavilion disciples stood hundreds of zhang away with a dull expression, looking at the various things they had built up with their own hands as if they were frozen, and then looked at their seriously injured fellow disciples in a daze, clenching their teeth.

"Pavilion Master Ling, the old man advises you again, as long as you agree to Lord Ling's conditions and become his concubine, we can guarantee that you will not die." The old man in brocade looked at Ling Jingyao condescendingly, and then looked at the hundreds of Yuan Qi stage disciples standing behind her, and said slowly: "I'll give you another quarter of an hour to think about it, and after half a quarter of an hour, if you are still so stubborn, otherwise, you are going to bury these disciples of yours." ”

Ling Jingyao didn't speak, but the sword in her hand was slowly raised.

Not only her, but the disciples of the Soul Condensing Realm beside her also raised their weapons at the same time. With a resolute face, it seems that they are ready to fight to the death, even if they know that they have not even the slightest chance of winning.

"Are you really going to do that?" The old man in brocade clothes slowly narrowed his eyes, "You destroyed the Spirit Palace, and the Lord of the Ling Hall is still willing to give you a way to live, so you give up like this." ”

"Whew!"

Just as he was speaking, Ling Jingyao below moved, turning into a vague figure and soaring into the air, striking at this brocade-clothed old man whose strength was huge different from her at lightning speed.

She knew that she was invincible, she knew that the other party could take her life with a flip, and she also knew that no matter how fast she was, it would be impossible to hurt him. But, she did it anyway.

She is expressing her attitude with her own actions. She would rather die than give in.

In the distance, the elders of the other forces on Linglong Island couldn't help but let out a very regretful sigh in their hearts when they saw this scene. However, at this time, no one will stupidly step forward to do something, and no one will even say anything.

Because everyone knows that the Luoyun Sect, which is only the sixth force on Linglong Island, dares to attack His Excellency Qingzhu entirely because behind them, there is a Ling Tianchen.

Spirit Hall Master, Ling Tianchen.

As the strongest person on Linglong Island, no one wants to be an enemy of him, even if the Giant Spirit Gate, which is now the strongest, has now become the most powerful Giant Spirit Gate on Linglong Island, and this Giant Spirit Gate, which once destroyed the Spirit Hall with Fang Yan, does not want to.

Compared to Ling Tianchen, Qingzhu Pavilion was really not worth mentioning. No one wanted to offend Ling Tianchen for a Qingzhu Pavilion that had nothing to do with him.

Bai Fengshan, the master of the Giant Spirit Gate, was standing aside at this time, quietly watching Ling Jingyao go to die. Although he knew that after Ling Jingyao's death, the Luoyun Sect could take over everything in the Qingzhu Pavilion, but he was not at all tempted or envious.

With the current strength of Qingzhu Pavilion, if any force on Linglong Island wants to annex it, it can do it very easily, but in these years, all the forces are surprisingly consistent, and no force is willing to touch this coveted cake.

There is only one reason, in the hearts of everyone, they still remember the crazy boy, the boy who once almost single-handedly made the number one force on Linglong Island disappear. Everyone didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Ling Dian.

Although the boy had disappeared inexplicably for many years, everyone felt a chill when they thought of the other party's drastic methods. For some reason, although the news of the boy's disappearance had been rumored for three years, no one thought he was dead. It is precisely because of this that in the past three years, they have deliberately avoided Qingzhu Pavilion, and even issued a ban to prevent their disciples from provoking Qingzhu Pavilion.

Because they were worried, worried that that person would come back again, worried that he would go crazy when he came back after seeing the tragic situation of Qingzhu Pavilion!

Among these forces on Linglong Island, the top few forces had all been invited by Ling Tianchen, but except for the Luoyun Sect, all the forces refused without hesitation.

Ling Tianchen was terrifying, but even if they would rather offend him, they would not risk offending that young man, because the shock that young man brought to them was too great.

They didn't know why the Falling Cloud Sect would agree to him. But everyone's eyes looking at the Luoyun Sect at this moment were full of sympathy, and some even showed pitiful looks.

They didn't know what benefits Ling Tianchen had given to the Falling Cloud Sect, but they knew that the rest of the Falling Cloud Sect would definitely not be easy, and perhaps, they would all have to spend the rest of their lives in fear until that young man appeared on that day.

Seeing that Ling Jingyao actually dared to rush up again, a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of the old man in brocade, and he waved his palm slightly.

"Huh!"

A visible Yuan Qi energy flashed out in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Ling Jingyao and smashed towards her.

"Pavilion Master!"

There was an exclamation from below.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out in midair.

"Poof......

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Ling Jingyao's mouth, and immediately after, her body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

"Pavilion Master!"

Several Qingzhu Pavilion disciples were shocked, and rushed forward for several feet, taking her in their hands dangerously.

"Pavilion Master, how are you?" Looking at the clothes on her chest that were almost stained red with blood, several disciples were already about to cry.

Ling Jingyao waved her hand, struggled out of their hands, staggered to her feet, raised her head slightly, and looked into the air.

In the distance, the mood of the elders of the other forces became a little complicated inexplicably, as if they didn't expect that this woman, who looked soft and weak on the outside, was so strong in her bones. It's already like this, and she still has to stand up without showing weakness.

"I'll give you one last chance, as long as you promise to become the concubine of the Ling Hall Lord, I can spare your life." In mid-air, the old man in brocade seemed to have lost his patience, "If you insist on it, I won't show mercy anymore." ”

Ling Jingyao didn't speak, gritted her teeth tightly, her palm moved hard, and she raised the long sword in her hand again, pointing directly at the other party.

Beside her, the disciple was already in tears, tightly hugging this pavilion master who was not much older than them, or even younger than them, this pavilion master who had taken on too much and taken care of them for too long.

They couldn't think of any way to help her except to hold her tightly, their strength was so low that they didn't even have the ability to fly, they didn't even have the ability to deliver a blow to those people in mid-air.

At this time, they suddenly missed the young man very much, the young man who had brought them infinite hope, the young man who took the Qingzhu Pavilion to ride the wind and waves bravely. Everyone believed that if that young man was there, the Luoyun Sect would never dare to treat them like this, and if he was there, no force on Linglong Island would dare to do this to them.

"Elder Fang, where are you? Come back and have a look. Qiao Yue, who had been saved by dialects once overseas, suddenly cried loudly into the sky, her voice sad.

Hearing this name, Ling Jingyao's body stiffened violently, and her originally calm breathing became inexplicably short. When facing death, her state of mind can be calm as usual, but after hearing this name, it is difficult for her to calm down, and only this name can break her state of mind.

In mid-air, the brocade-clothed old man frowned slightly, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Even the hearts of the onlookers trembled slightly, even if they knew that this person could not appear, they still subconsciously looked around.

The name, they haven't heard for a long time. Although everyone remembers this name in their hearts, it has been a long time since they have heard it from someone else's mouth. Now they were suddenly called out, which really shocked them.

Qiao Yue used almost all the strength in her body and shouted to the sky: "Elder Fang, if you don't come back, we will never see you again." ”

"Qiaoyue ......" Ling Jingyao shook her head lightly, motioning for her not to say anything more.

"Pavilion Master, I'm not reconciled." Qiao Yue pointed at the brocade-clothed old man in mid-air and said loudly, "If Elder Fang, how can he have the courage to attack us?" If Elder Fang, how could Qingzhu Pavilion be like this? ”

Ling Jingyao was silent, but her heart was extremely bitter, because she knew that she would never see him again.

"Dialects?" The old man in brocade quickly adjusted his mood, his palm turned slightly, and a vitality carrying violent energy slowly condensed in his hand, and he sneered: "Do you think that you can be saved by him?" Ling Jingyao, since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless, I want to see who can save you today. ”