Zhou Feng took a deep breath and felt the graceful aura of the golden pill immortal qi circulating in his body.

Just in the last moment, he finally succeeded in entering the Jindan stage.

He smoothed the corners of the fairy robe, and wanted to meditate and absorb the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon to help calm down.

The little junior sister Luo Xiyao, smiling and smiling, sat quietly next to Zhou Feng like this, protecting the Dharma for him.

"Ding!" But Zhou Feng never expected that the person he loved the most would actually lift the Chixiao Sword in his hand!

Stab the matching sword from his back and into his body!

The tip of the sword is pointed directly at the place of his life - Jin Dan!

The golden pill has a spirit, the whimper protrudes, and there is a stabbing sound, and countless dense cracks appear on the golden pill that Zhou Feng has just condensed and formed.

What followed was a sharp pain that devoured the bones and heart, and the body that had been sitting upright was shaky.

At the corner of Zhou Feng's mouth, a trace of blood oozed out, his face was pale, and the fine and dense sweat on his forehead left along the edge of his cheeks.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he clasped his palm, and he wanted to run the seventh level of the bodhicitta method to stabilize his body, but a long stick suddenly stretched out from behind and interrupted him.

Under the long stick, Haoran Xinghai suddenly appeared, shackled his wrist, and the tip of the stick also pointed at his key acupuncture points, stopping Zhou Feng's immortal qi veins.

This made Zhou Feng feel that the originally broken nerve collapsed for another moment.

Zhou Feng only felt as if he was in the deep sea at this moment, and there seemed to be an endless behemoth biting at him in front of him, torturing his body inch by inch, making it unbearable.

Zhou Yan snatched the Chixiao Sword in Luo Xiyao's hand and slashed vigorously across Zhou Feng's clean and white clothes.

Zhou Yan's swordsmanship was disorganized, and he didn't stop until Zhou Feng's clothes were shattered by him.

On Zhou Feng's body, the scratches of the knife were obvious, and the blood gushed wantonly from his chest, which stained his favorite mirror sleeve fairy dress.

Just because Luo Xiyao likes it, he likes it too.

Jin Xiantai, the Hall of Eternal Life, the eyes of many Xianmen disciples looking at Zhou Feng changed from the original congratulations and joy to disgust in an instant.

Zhou Feng looked around and looked at the people in the Xianmen, and the coldness in his heart became worse.

My favorite junior sister, the best junior brother, today, a Chixiao sword and a Xinghai stick.

not only ruined the golden pill he had painstakingly condensed, but also broke off his important tesuji for practicing immortal arts.

Zhou Feng didn't understand, why?

Thinking of this, for a while, Zhou Feng's qi and blood were even more surging, his mood was disordered, and then he spit out blood from all over the place.

"Yaoyao, you...? Senior Brother Yan? And everyone? ”

Zhou Feng is the most outstanding disciple of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, and he is valued by his teacher, admired by his brothers, and admired by his lover.

The hundred schools of Xianmen all said that his path to the top of the Supreme Immortal was just around the corner, and he was promoted to the Jindan stage at a young age, and he was an existence that everyone looked up to among the younger generation of disciples in Xianmen!

But today, when everyone looked at him, there was only boundless disgust!

He couldn't understand why the disciples of the Immortal Sect, everyone, looked at him with disgust and disdain.

Zhou Feng even saw a trace of pity in their eyes?

Luo Xiyao's eyes lowered, and she pulled out the Chixiao Sword from Zhou Feng's body and fell vertically downward.

She stepped on Zhou Feng's white palm, and the force was deep enough to crush Zhou Feng's muscles and bones.

And her Chixiao long sword was not to be outdone, stabbing into the back of Zhou Feng's palm, piercing straight through his palm.

"Senior brother, your usual cultivation is very different from the rest of the Immortal Sect disciples, don't you doubt it?"

Luo Xiyao's cold question made Zhou Feng completely stunned.

"Yaoyao, what do you mean?!"

Zhou Feng, who was trampled on his left hand, could only stretch out his right hand and clenched Luo Xiyao's skirt tightly, his eyes were red, and he wanted Luo Xiyao to give an answer.

Luo Xiyao smiled contemptuously, her eyes were cold, the long sword in her hand was held hard, and she continued to stab down, and the blood also stained Zhou Feng's clean clothes.

Zhou Feng's left hand was forced to curl up, his golden pill had long been broken, and the tesuji had also been abolished.

His immortal qi was no longer able to function normally, and at this moment, the pain all over his body was closely connected, and Luo Xiyao's figure began to blur in front of him.

"Zhou Feng, in fact, you are not from the Xianmen at all! Your true birthplace, in the Demon Palace, your identity is the Demon Seed of the Demon Palace. ”

The best junior disciple finally exposed his truest face, and Zhou Yan's Xinghai stick pressed against Zhou Feng's neck, making him unable to move.

"Senior Brother Zhou Yan! What do you say?!" Zhou Feng's heart became more and more cold.

"Heh... Zhou Feng, let me tell you, today's events were planned by your most respected and beloved master!

Your master, he cultivated you for the sole purpose of ... It's just..."Zhou Yan sneered and paused for a moment before adding to the embarrassed Zhou Feng, "Destroy you!" ”

"Impossible!" Zhou Feng didn't believe it, "How is it possible?" "The master who has always loved him will do this to him!

The stars moved, the heavens and the earth moved slightly, Zhou Feng raised his head, and everyone in the Xianmen Cultivation Ground was transferred to Zhu Xiantai. This is the most feared place in the fairy world.

A powerful force of gravity pressed against the root of Zhou Feng's legs, and the Nine Shadows Double Chain attacked him, binding Zhou Feng's hands and lifting him up.

The master who had been refining to the stage of transforming the gods finally appeared, Zhou Feng looked delighted, and said in a dumb voice, "Master, you are here!" ”

I thought that the master was here to save him, but soon, Zhou Feng's heart fell into a cold pool.

"Zhou Feng, as the son of the Demon Palace, vainly tried to practice the secret book of the Xianmen spell, and dabbled in the supreme heart method of the inner gate, broke the rules of the Xianmen, and immediately executed the punishment of nine days, entered Yama, and lived in the world, the three souls and seven spirits suffered from burning, and they could not be reborn forever."

In the past, the kind and kind master, today, is extremely indifferent, and he has been punished with the highest punishment in the immortal world, as if there has never been such an apprentice as him.

Zhou Feng looked at those indifferent Immortal Sect disciples, and finally came to his senses.

In vain, he was usually sincere and patiently taught everyone the exercises, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would end up like this......

"Heh..."Zhou Feng sneered, raised his head, and asked the master he once respected and loved.

"I grew up in the Xianmen, served the Xianmen, and never harmed anyone, why should I be punished because I didn't know about it? I'm not convinced! Zhou Feng roared angrily.

"You were born to be a demon, and from the moment you were born, you were wrong."

There was no love for him in the master's eyes, and this chill completely stung Zhou Feng.

"In the past ten years, everyone's drama has been really good! Ha... Haha..."

The thunder of the Nine Heavens began to roar, and the supreme thunder punishment was about to lash his body.

"Hypocrisy, hypocrisy... The people of the Immortal Gate..."Zhou Feng smiled, laughing at him for being wrapped in these sweet words.

The lover is fake, the brother is fake, and even the most respected and beloved master will put him to death.

He! It turned out to be a chess piece used by the fairy world to balance the Demon Palace! How could he greedily yearn for the recognition of the hundred schools of the immortal world.

No matter how well he did, it turned out that from the moment he was born, he was already wrong.

"Zhou Feng, the ten-year period has arrived, just wait for the day when your Jindan is cultivated, the demon root will be destroyed, and you will no longer have any use value."

A triumphant smile appeared on Zhou Yan's face.

The rainbow light of the day faded, the boundless darkness shrouded, and the thunder and thunder continued.

"Boom!" A purple light fell, and the rest of the Wei threw Zhou Feng out.

The chain that locked him tugged at his arm, strangling his wrist with blood, leaving him floating rootless in the air.

"Smack!" A long whip struck him, the whip of thunder and lightning, the power was impressive, and it made Zhou Feng even more painful.

Zhou Feng lowered his head and raised it again, seeing the person who was whipping clearly, and the pain in his heart was even worse.

"Luo Xiyao! It's been ten years, and all your affection for me is fake? ”

Zhou Feng smiled bitterly, his lips trembled and asked, and a tear quietly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Dying, what's the use of asking so much?" Luo Xiyao's eyes were indifferent, and when she replied to Zhou Feng's words, she was also extremely indifferent.

The Chixiao Sword in her hand stabbed into Zhou Feng's chest again.

Tears crossed the corners of Zhou Feng's mouth, he stretched out his tongue and licked it, muttering slightly, "It's so bitter... Heh..."

Zhou Feng's golden pill had long been shattered, and the mental method he had cultivated could not be condensed, and the immortal qi that maintained his life began to pass slowly, and his limbs gradually weakened.

The graceful figure in front of him also began to move away from him, and he felt the sound of his heart beating weaker and weaker, and his eyelids gradually drooped.

Is he going to die? If he could do it all over again, he would never be at the mercy of others again!

Nine days of thunder punishment fell from the sky, "Kick! Zhou Feng's legs shook from the shock, and his eyelids finally closed.

Luo Xiyao's Chixiao Sword stabbed him hard again, and Zhou Feng's body finally stopped shaking.

Luo Xiyao's fingers merged and placed them under Zhou Feng's nose, she raised the Chixiao Sword and signaled that Zhou Feng was dead.

Offstage, everyone in Xianmen carnivaled, "Okay! Good! The tumor of my Xianmen has finally been removed, and there is no successor to the Demon Palace! Today, we will rush to the Demon Palace and clear the remaining remnants of the Demon Palace! ”

Zhou Yan stood at the place where Zhou Feng's life had disappeared, and the Xinghai stick pointed at the people of the Xianmen, shouting together with the people of the Xianmen.

"Heh...", but Luo Xiyao smiled disdainfully, and stabbed the Chixiao Sword into the back of Zhou Yan, who was standing aside.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, full of surprise, he stared at Luo Xiyao who was standing aside, and fell down silently.