Chen Changsheng looked blankly at Ouyang who was flying on the high platform, and in a trance, this was the treatment that his senior brother deserved.

Talented, affinity, chivalrous and courageous, caring for the weak, the Holy Son of Qingyun Sect deserves his name!

But why is it in the illusion, and why is it after Ling Feng's death?

What about Zu Yuan?

What about the Adversary?

Chen Changsheng's hand pressing the hilt of the sword began to tremble, although he knew that he was going to make a move, but in the face of such a strange scene now, Chen Changsheng still wanted to watch it.

What will the world be like after my own senior brother becomes the Holy Son!

I really want to watch it, I really want to watch my senior brother go to the top of this world!

Chen Changsheng let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword in a trance, but the vigilance in his heart made Chen Changsheng hold the hilt of the sword again.

It's a fantasy! These are all fake!

And on the high platform, Ouyang raised his fists with both hands above his head and smiled and gestured to the Quartet: "Thank you, thank you, all the big guys are going to Xiaoshan Peak to drink today!" ”

Ouyang's words caused a burst of laughter, and the only one in the crowd who didn't laugh was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who longed for his senior brother to stand on the high platform the most, was full of astonishment and incomprehension at this time.

Ouyang's eyes swept to Chen Changsheng, who was panicked like a fawn, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he landed in front of Chen Changsheng.

The green shirt looked taller and taller in Chen Changsheng's eyes, and Ouyang's bright smile also infected Chen Changsheng.

"Senior brother, let's go, today is a carnival for our little mountain!" Ouyang smiled and stretched out his hand to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who was tightly holding the hilt of the sword, looked at the smiling senior brother in front of him, and involuntarily let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand and handed it to Ouyang.

Ouyang pulled slightly, took Chen Changsheng and landed on the high platform again, and uninhibited stepped on the high platform and said unscrupulously: "My junior brother represents me, I represent the master, then my junior brother also represents the master!" Which of you dares to bully him again if you don't open your eyes, be careful that labor and management blow up the toilet on your mountain! Hahaha! ”

The youthful wanton behavior and wild words made Dong Xuzi and Hu Yun on the side couldn't help but cover their faces.

And such arrogant words caused a burst of applause from the audience, especially Xingfeng's brothers and nobles, their hands were red!

Everything is so harmonious, everything is so natural.

After his senior brother became the Holy Son, he would indeed do such a bad thing, which was also Ouyang in Chen Changsheng's heart.

Suddenly, Ouyang's expression froze, Ouyang lowered his head in a daze, watched a bloody long sword pass through his chest, and turned his head in disbelief.

And everyone was also shocked by the scene in front of them, and even the elders on the high platform and even Hu Yun and Dong Xuzi did not react.

Chen Changsheng held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and his eyes were staring at the long sword in his hand.

"Long ..... Phoenix? Ouyang looked at his closest junior brother in disbelief, and this long sword happened to be inserted in his dantian, Ouyang could feel that his vitality was rapidly draining.

"Rebel!"

"Adversary!"

"Traitor!"

In the midst of countless insults, Ouyang fell in a pool of blood and lost his breath.

Chen Changsheng looked at his blood-stained hands tremblingly, although he knew that this was what he had to do, he still felt the pain, and wanted to roar and vent, but he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

Ouyang died, on the day he succeeded the Holy Son of Qingyun Sect.

It was Chen Changsheng, the little junior brother who was in the same vein as Ouyang and regarded Ouyang as his own.

This caused an uproar in the Qingyun Sect, and Chen Changsheng also became a prisoner in an instant.

Chen Changsheng was sealed off the Six Senses, destroyed the dantian, abolished the cultivation, and threw him into the prison of Xingfeng.

All the punishments that the world could think of were used countless times on Chen Changsheng.

And Chen Changsheng's eyes were blank and he was cowering in the deepest part of the dungeon, covered in wounds, and he was dying but never said a word.

No one knew why Chen Changsheng would suddenly kill Ouyang.

No matter what kind of torture he was beating, he couldn't pry Chen Changsheng's mouth open.

Chen Changsheng seemed to be a puppet manipulated by others, and he actually killed his senior brother who was so close to him.

Everyone came here and reprimanded them loudly, and countless fellow disciples even scolded themselves and used capital punishment.

Chen Changsheng didn't care about this physical and verbal pain at all.

And his master's words made Chen Changsheng almost break down.

"Since he wants to kill Ouyang so much, then ask the Ten Thousand Law Sect Array Mage to construct an illusion and let him kill Ouyang thirty times a day in the illusion!"

Hu Yun's words also showed the beginning of Chen Changsheng's pain.

After the arrival of the Wanfa Sect, Chen Changsheng had to use different killing methods against the constructed Ouyang every day.

Watching Ouyang die painfully in his own hands.

Thirty times a day, every day, Chen Changsheng watched as he personally killed the senior brother who didn't know how many times.

The sparkle in his eyes began to crumble, and the whole person was on the verge of collapse.

"It's such a beautiful thing, why would you spoil it?" Hu Yun's cold words sounded in Chen Changsheng's ears.

Chen Changsheng, who was so weak that he couldn't speak, just curled up and didn't answer.

"As long as you open your mouth, everything will go back to the way you want it most!" Hu Yun's cold voice sounded without any emotion.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Chen Changsheng had blood on his teeth, and he laughed maniacally, coughing up blood desperately while laughing, as if he wanted to cough out his lung tubes.

Chen Changsheng looked at the master in front of him, but the smile on his face was unusually bright: "Is it almost impossible to hold on?" Rubbish? ”

Hu Yun's expression became even more gloomy, he raised his hand to directly control Chen Changsheng to come to him, and with one hand, he grabbed Chen Changsheng's neck and roared in a crazy ear: "Are you human?" You actually destroyed the best thing in your heart with your own hands? You can even destroy it more than once? How can you survive until now? ”

Hu Yun's voice became more and more fierce, and he became more and more crazy.

But Chen Changsheng heard a trace of panic from Hu Yun's voice, and smiled weakly at Hu Yun and said, "Yes, am I still human?" For the sake of strength, I killed my senior brother with my own hands, even if he was fake, but I still killed it with my own hands. ”

Hearing Chen Changsheng's tone that seemed to want to give up, Hu Yun's face immediately became kind, and he raised his hand like an elder to wipe the blood on Chen Changsheng's face, and said softly: "As long as you nod, this will be your eternal home!" It will also be your eternal dream! ”

Chen Changsheng laughed, but his smile was unusually weird, and he looked at Hu Yun in front of him with a paradoxical expression on his bloodstained face and said:

"But you know what? This isn't the first time I've killed my brother with my own hands! ”