Chapter 193: This Sect, Mine (3)

Sword after sword, Wang Pestle couldn't remember how many swords he had chopped, but in the eyes of everyone, he was like a demon at the moment, even if he didn't cultivate, it made people feel palpitations.

There was no one on Yang Ye's body that was intact, he had completely turned into a bloody man, his hair was scattered, his breath was weak, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his white bones reflected cold light in the sun.

"This sword is for my father...... Avenge. Blood and tears slid down his cheeks, and Wang Pestle could never forget the ice forest, the resolute face, and the warm embrace.

It's just that all this is gone, left in the years, buried in the memory, and cannot be reproduced.

"Shizun save me!" At this moment of life and death crisis, Yang Ye showed a look of fear, opened his mouth and shouted bitterly, his voice with eagerness and a little sadness.

The cries for help were echoing, scarlet blood was dripping, and the cold ice sword in Wang Pestle's hand was splitting down, directly taking Yang Ye's head.

Standing in the air, Chu Fan glanced around calmly, not interfering with Wang Pestle's decision, but as long as someone made a move, he would definitely kill him with thunder.

"It's too much of a deception." Xuan Lao was short-tempered, he couldn't help it, and he no longer ignored the obstruction of the elders, and ran the cultivation to slap the pestle of the king, and the wind and clouds moved in all directions, and the thunder and lightning roared.

"Stand down!" With a wave of Chu Fan's big sleeves, he saw that the surging wind and clouds stopped moving, the thunder and lightning stopped roaring, and the surroundings returned to calm again.

"Poof~!" Taking two steps back, Xuan Lao's face turned pale in an instant, spurting out a mouthful of blood, his expression was gloomy and ugly, and he wanted to continue to shoot Chu Fan to kill, but was stopped by Tian Lao.

The cold ice sword was split, Yang Ye did not escape death in the end, his head was chopped off, rolling down from the air, his eyes were round, his eyes seemed to bulge out, after death, there was no fear on his face, but resentment and hatred.

It wasn't until this moment that he really understood that in this world, there is no love for no reason, and even the relationship between master and apprentice is full of sadness.

He hated, hated this firmament, hated the Immortal Dao Sect, hated his master and respected the elders, and hated his own ignorance and weakness.

If there is an afterlife, he would rather be a mortal and spend his life in peace than step into the path of monasticism, and no longer step into this cold, ruthless and cruel world.

Looking at the cold corpse in front of him, which was skinless, covered in blood, and had no head, Wang Pestle's body trembled, and the blood-red of his eyes faded, replaced by a deep exhaustion.

took revenge, but he couldn't be happy, he couldn't laugh, but his heart was more sad and painful, his body seemed to be empty all of a sudden, the road ahead was dark, and he didn't know how to go.

Chasing the wind with a long roar, his body shook, shaking off Yang Ye's broken body, he seemed to be able to feel Wang Pestle's sadness at the moment, his wings spread, rolled up a cool breeze, and blew on Wang Pestle's body, wanting to blow away the bad things that had been.

"He's time to grow up." The Xuangui man stood, without the previous cynicism in his eyes, and looked at Wang Pestle and said softly.

Growing up has nothing to do with age, this is the heart is transforming, it is the heart growing.

The world is so big, we are destined to have nowhere to escape, what the future holds, who knows?

Whether happiness is just a legend can never be found.

When you grow up, you will see through the world, understand the pursuit of the soul, firmly think, continue to walk, in the distance of the future, looking for a piece of sustenance, looking for something called 'happiness'.

Wang pestle squatted down, gently stroked the brown and red hair on Chaifeng's body, a smile appeared on his face, a bright and flawless smile, maybe at this moment, he recalled the past.

"There are lovers, they are all lonely, and you may be happy to have this horse with you." Muttering softly, Wang Pestle already somewhat understood the meaning of this sentence.

Tian Lao, Di Lao, and Xuan Lao had gloomy faces, very ugly, although the three of them all started to cultivate, but they didn't make a move, staring at Chu Fan with a wary face, they were waiting, waiting for Chu Fan to say the purpose of this visit.

The three of them knew very well in their hearts that Chu Fan must not only come to the Immortal Dao Sect for Yang Ye, but also for an important purpose, otherwise he would not have taken the risk of offending such a sect.

"Come out, don't force Chu to kill, don't let this place bleed like a river because of you." Domineering, Chu Fan did not return to the back of chasing the wind, standing in the air and looking down, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through everyone's heart.

When the words fell, everyone was stunned, and Tian Lao's heart suddenly relaxed, it seemed that his guess was right, Chu Fan came to the Immortal Dao Sect not just to seek revenge on Yang Ye.

"Perhaps, Yang Ye's incident is just an episode, and by chance, Yang Ye has this catastrophe." The smile on Tianlao's face was deep and deep, but his voice was very cold, which made people's hearts chill and their whole body tremble.

Those who know him naturally understand his heart, and only care about those who care, and those who don't understand him naturally feel only indifference and cold to the heart.

"After this incident, we should probably leave this place." Looking at the strange gazes below, the old man said in a deep voice, his tone was a little helpless and sad.

"I don't care what other people think." Tian Lao also noticed the strange gaze below, his heart was very calm, and there was no wave at all, "The current Immortal Dao Sect is no longer the Immortal Dao Sect it used to be, we should have left a long time ago." ”

The Immortal Dao Sect is no longer the Immortal Dao Sect it once was. The words are short, but they enter the hearts of the elders and the elders, and the current Immortal Dao Sect is no longer the Immortal Dao Sect that they guarded with their lives.

Today's Immortal Dao Sect, some are just strange and indifferent, and more are disheartened.

"Whoever kills this person, this sect will pass on the secret method of his sect, and the supernatural powers in the sect can choose three styles at will." Below, a figure slowly walked out of the main hall, stood outside the hall gate, looked up at Chu Fan in the air, and spoke indifferently.

The person who spoke was Zhao Ming, his face was expressionless, but his eyes shot two fierce rays, extremely angry, his hatred for Chu Fan had been engraved in his bones, and he would never forget the shame of that day.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and immediately shot out a greedy gaze, staring at Chu Fan, the secret method of the sect and the temptation of the three types of supernatural powers deeply attracted everyone.

The people who can live in the peak hall are not those who have cultivated to reach the Three Voids, most of them are elders of the Immortal Dao Sect, and their status is noble, but at this moment, they can't help but look at Chu Fan coldly, and they have an urge to do it.

"This sect said, Immortal Dao Sect, you can't afford to mess with it." Zhao Ming looked at Chu Fan coldly, the Taoist robe on his body was fluttering, his face was calm, but there was resentment in his eyes, he always remembered the shot that stabbed him in the heart, and waited for revenge.

"Heh, Chu also said that Chu of the Immortal Dao Sect will come." The golden sunlight shone down and fell on Chu Fan's face, making his smile even more proud.

Looking at Zhao Ming who appeared, Qianxue's body trembled inexplicably, even if he has lost his memory now, the hatred for Zhao Ming in the depths of his memory still exists, and he exists deeply.