Chapter 42: Who Says They Are Not Guilty?

In the small courtyard of the Su family, the small body finally stopped struggling and writhing, and the thin arms hung down weakly.

Su Luo frowned and took a step forward, probed Zhao Di's snort, and his face was ugly: "It's really dead......

Standing there and thinking about it for a while, looking at Yan Zhiyun's frightened appearance, Su Luo suddenly calmed down: "What's the panic? Even if my own daughter is killed, no one can say anything! Now go cook first, bury her when she is full." “

"Boss, listen to you!"

Yan Zhiyun also calmed down, "This dog thing, even if it dies, it won't stop!"

She spat on Zhao Di's corpse in disgust, and saw that Zhao Di's eyes were still wide open, and a chill suddenly rose in her heart.

She suddenly got up in her heart, turned Zhao Di's body over with her feet, and made her face face to the ground, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and scolded and scolded: "You dare to look at the old lady, I won't even leave you a corpse if you are in a hurry!"

"Alright, alright, don't be angry with a dead man. Su Luo said impatiently.

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"Dead?"

"Dead?"

Fang Shili muttered in his heart, "Zhao Di...... Killed by them?"

A great sadness overflowed his heart, leaving two lines of tears in his closed eyes, which were covered by the fine grass. He was suddenly a little frightened, and with it came anger that burned everything.

"But...... I can't wake ......up before I finish repairing my roots."

"If I wake up now, I won't be able to wake up......"

As if to convince himself, the endless entanglement turned into a big net, straining his heart tighter and tighter.

Fang Shili seemed to have finally convinced himself: "Yes, I will wake up in a few days, and it will not be too late to break their bodies into ten thousand pieces......

His eyelids trembled slightly, his index finger was throbbing, and the aura around him was surging into a vortex, rushing towards him.

A voice in his heart rose low, and then grew louder and louder, echoing in his heart.

"But, ah......"

"How can I let you live even a moment longer?"

"If I can't, I'll kill you now...... My Dao heart is unstable, my Dao will be unsettled, I can't understand the Dao!"

"Give it to me...... Wake up!"

The firewood room was blasted open, and the mighty breath was surging, directly flying out of Yan Zhiyun and Su Luo's family of three.

They were shocked to find that there was actually a half-white-haired young man standing slowly in the air in their firewood room, and the blood of themselves and others was about to be coagulated under this cold momentum.

Fang Shili didn't look at the three of them, and walked in front of Zhao Di step by step, he already felt that Zhao Di really had no breath.

He crouched down and hugged his small body in his arms. He gently caressed Zhao Di's eyes, looking at this delicate and festering face, for a long time, for a long time.

Finally, in the frightened eyes of Yan Zhiyun and Su Luo, Fang Shili slowly stood up with Zhao Di in his arms.

The monstrous killing intent was constantly brewing and erupting as the body stood up inch by inch.

This killing intent rose to the sky for nine days, stirring the wind and clouds and changing color, the sun and moon were dark, and the surroundings were like falling into ghosts!

Not far away, a group of cultivators, dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, were rushing out of the city.

"Senior Brother Zhao, the pavilion sent seven of us foundation building cultivators as the third group of search teams, it seems that we attach great importance to this matter. ”

"Hehe, more than thirty disciples of the family disappeared for no reason, this is not a trivial matter, since they want to worship my Sword Pavilion, they are all close to our Sword Pavilion, then we should give these families a little bit of thin face. ”

While talking, the face of the disciple surnamed Zhuji surnamed Zhao, who was the leader, suddenly changed, his heart throbbed, and he looked in the southwest direction.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The rest of them were all cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, and their divine sense sensing was much worse than that of the disciples surnamed Zhao in the middle stage of foundation building.

Senior Brother Zhao's face was heavy, and he said in a low voice: "Someone in the Falling Sword City has erupted with killing intent, come with me!"

The disciples did not dare to slack off, and they followed closely.

Yan Zhiyun and Su Luo were already heart-to-heart, the anger and killing intent in the eyes of the young man in front of them had already annihilated them, and the little fat man Su Chao was even more unbearable, he was already scared to pee his pants, and he no longer had that powerful appearance.

Su Luo forcibly squeezed out a smile and bowed respectfully: "No...... I don't know if the immortal master has ...... What's the matter?"

The young man finally spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, but there was a killing intent to destroy everything in his calmness: "You all have to die." ”

Su Luo suddenly changed color, "This is in the Falling Sword City, killing us, violating the rules of the Sword Pavilion, you will definitely die!"

He had already guessed that this young man had a lot to do with his daughter, so he had to speak hard at the moment.

"The rules of the Sword Pavilion?" Fang Shili said lightly: "Does the Sword Pavilion know that you tortured and killed your own daughter?"

No longer giving them a chance to justify, Fang Shili raised his hand and condensed a big hand of spiritual power, directly pinching all three members of this family in his hand.

Feeling the pressure from the body, which was not contracted, the family of three all cried bitterly and begged for mercy in the air.

Fang Shili's eyes lowered, and he suddenly said quietly: "Do you think you can die so easily?"

The family of three was suddenly terrified and dumbfounded, with their limited cognition, death was already the most terrible thing they thought was the most terrible thing. But after listening to this young man's words, he unconsciously felt a chill rise from his feet and spread to his entire heart!

"Who are you who dare to do it in the Falling Sword City!"

The seven foundation building cultivators rushed over at the critical moment, and when they saw such a scene in front of them, Senior Brother Zhao hurriedly shouted to stop.

Fang Shili turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.

Senior Brother Zhao was swept by this look, and he actually felt palpitations in his heart. He inquired about the young man's cultivation, but found that it was nothing more than condensation.

He was shocked in his heart: But a high-level kid with condensation veins, why can he bring me such a sense of crisis?

"That kid, don't you stop it quickly, let go of the people in your hands!" the other foundation building cultivator couldn't help it and shouted loudly. A three-foot long sword with a hazy yellow light was suspended in his hand, and the spirit spurted out, and the cultivation of the foundation completely exploded, pressing towards Fang Shili.

Fang Shili stood still, looked at these cultivators, and said calmly: "This family of three tortured and beat their daughters to death, I want to kill them, do you think they deserve to die?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Yan Qiyun's eyes were purring, and he suddenly danced in the air: "You killed my Zhao Di and wanted to blame us! Zhao Di is our biological daughter, how could we kill her ruthlessly!"

Senior Brother Zhao looked at this Yan Zhiyun's flickering eyes, and his divine sense swept over the small corpse he was holding in Fang Shili's arms, and he suddenly understood, and was about to speak, but was preempted by the disciple.

"Where did you come from, you just did it in my Falling Sword City, and you found such a clumsy excuse, do you really think I'm an idiot? I think this family of three is not guilty at all, it's you who is guilty!"

Fang Shili looked over: "You say they are not guilty?"

"Hehe, I'll wait for my senior brother here today, you still obediently tie your hands and arrest it, don't ask for hardship!"

Senior Brother Zhao slowly spoke: "This junior brother, you let people go now, and we will only expel you from Falling Sword City." But if you are obsessed, I am afraid the result will not be so simple. ”

Fang Shili ignored him, but looked at the previous disciple and repeated again, "You say they are not guilty?"

The disciple didn't let in: "Yes, I said they are not guilty! You can't kill them today!"

Fang Shili nodded, and said without any waves: "That's good." “

A gray light appeared out of thin air, but the light converged but it was a stone tablet. The stele slammed into the back of Fang Shili's head and disappeared.

Senior Brother Zhao's face changed, and he said in a low voice: "Do it, you don't have to worry about the life or death of this family of three, you must take him down, you can kill him directly!"

When the rest of the people heard this, they instinctively sacrificed their sword light or spirit sword, and they wanted to do it.

Suddenly, a trickle of rain fell from the sky and fell on the seven people without a trace.

The figures of these seven people were suddenly sluggish, and they did not dare to move, and the great fear enveloped them, and they did not even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Fang Shili looked at the disciple, and his tone was still indifferent: "Whoever says that this family of three is not guilty, then he is guilty." Whoever says they don't deserve to die, then he deserves to die!"

The disciple's eyes were filled with despair, and he saw that his body was withering inch by inch, and he wanted to speak, but he could not say a word.

Fang Shili looked at him: "Now, are they guilty? Do they deserve to die?"

The disciple suddenly felt that the oppression around him had disappeared, and he suddenly nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice: "Guilty and guilty, damn and damned!"

He said solemnly: "When I see that this family of three is not a good bird, I can't tolerate it." I, Liu Shan, are jealous and hateful, and I can't look down on such a vicious villain. Senior brother, even if you make a move, junior brother will always support you!"

Although the other six people were imprisoned, they still had strange expressions when they heard Liu Shan's words, and muttered to themselves in their hearts: "I didn't expect Senior Brother Liu to still be a middle-aged talent......

Liu Shan didn't care about this, his face was upright, as if he was helping Fang Shili.

Fang Shili looked at Su Luo and Yan Zhiyun, and said calmly: "Now, no one can save you." ”

His hair was rapidly turning gray, his breath was fading rapidly, his skin was sagging, and his eyes were getting darker.

Once again, the Heavenly Dao Monument was forcibly fused, and the unrepaired origin was burning rapidly.

But Fang Shili didn't care, looking at the three people in front of him, his eyes had already turned red, and he was full of murderous intent!

"Sword Pavilion Immortal Master, save us, save us, we are innocent!"

Su Luo and Yan Qiyun roared sharply in panic, their voices hoarse.

Fang Shili suddenly looked down at Zhao Di in a daze, and his heart echoed with shouts.

"Big Brother ......"

"Big Brother ......"

Zhao Di's voice seemed to echo in her ears again, and every time she was beaten, she would whisper to him beside Fang Shili for a long time.

Gradually, this voice turned into a sharp knife, cutting out wounds and cracks in Fang Shili's heart.

Fang Shili suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing wildly, endless sadness swept over him, he looked at the three people in front of him, his expression became hideous.

"You ...... Is it innocent......?

Fang Shili only held Zhao Di with his right hand, gently raised his left hand, and slowly pressed it on his left eye.

"Tai, Yang, True, Fire. ”

In the air that was calm to the extreme, his words came word by word.

Fang Shili's left eye suddenly turned into a brilliant red sun, and there was a terrifying aura struggling and beating, but it couldn't be seen for a long time.