"Stop!" At this time, He Baichuan and Qi Jiao suddenly walked out of the back hall. It's just that Qi Jiao's face at this moment is extremely ugly, looking like a patient who has been bedridden all the year round, his face is pale and his lips are dry, and he reluctantly follows behind He Baichuan.

Mo Ling had already thought of He Baichuan and the back hall, so he was not surprised at all.

"You can't kill him!" He Baichuan said.

"He has to die today?" there was a bit of cruelty in Zi's tone.

Mo Ling naturally knew what He Baichuan was thinking, he didn't want to let himself go, but because the two elders of the Heavenly Dao Alliance were injured in the Qingyun Sect last time, so the Heavenly Dao Alliance had always been dissatisfied with the Qingyun Sect for this matter, and had always asked He Baichuan to give an explanation, which also made He Baichuan disgusted with the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

And Dugu Villa already knew the ambition of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and even knew that the disciples of the Heavenly Dao League appeared in Luoyang City, at this time, He Baichuan killed Shi Yu, the real inner disciple of Dugu Villa, Mo Ling came to Qingyun Sect pretending to be Niu Ben, in case Mo Ling died, He Baichuan could be said to be difficult to argue.

At this time, the death of Yu and Niu Ben finally fell on the head of Qingyun Sect. Now only by keeping Mo Ling's life can he give an explanation to Dugu Villa, so it is impossible for He Baichuan to let Mo Ling die like this.

"Presumptuous, don't you listen to what the teacher says?" He Baichuan surged into his heart.

Zi Xiang looked at Mo Ling facing He Baichuan sideways, and a grim smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"He must die today!" Zi Xiang reiterated again, with a strange smile on her face.

This sentence was not only said to Mo Ling, but also to He Baichuan, and there was a trace of indescribable charm in his tone.

"Senior Sister Zijiao, what's the matter?" Suddenly, a disciple next to him whispered, his voice was very small, but at this time, it seemed that the people around him felt the strangeness of the atmosphere, and no one dared to make a little noise, and this sentence was very abrupt in this calm atmosphere.

At this time, all the disciples couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when they looked at Zi Xiang, their eyes stared straight at Zi Xiang, and their bodies couldn't help but fade backwards as if they were facing a great enemy.

Zi Xiang suddenly looked like the disciple who had just spoken, and the disciple and the registered disciple next to him couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Zi Xiang looking at him.

Then an extremely strange smile appeared on Zijiao's face.

"Presumptuous!" Suddenly a burst of coercion hit everyone, this coercion was not the pressure of momentum, there was a faint spiritual power in it, this kind of coercion could only be released by a peak powerhouse like He Baichuan, which was enough to prove He Baichuan's strength as the sect master of Qingyun Sect. It can prove that He Baichuan is angry at this time.

All the disciples present were even more difficult to make a sound under this powerful coercion, and the atmosphere at the scene was even more eerie.

He Baichuan has been the sect master of Qingyun Sect for so many years, and he has always said the same, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to contradict him today, and he was still in front of so many disciples, which made He Baichuan unacceptable no matter what.

It's just that Qi Jiao on the side is even paler under this coercion, his eyes are godless and leaning on a chair next to him, his eyes are closed, and a stream of blood is flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Ling also felt this coercion, at this time, the demon pill in Mo Ling's body seemed to have been summoned in some way, and it reacted autonomously, he drove the spirit yuan of the Yang Xuanhuo to quickly traverse the entire body, and the feeling of pressure disappeared immediately.

Zi Xiang looked at the eyes of the group of disciples and slowly looked at He Baichuan.

Suddenly, the purple lips moved rapidly, and the voice was very small, as if reciting some incantation.

"Wow......" After a while, He Baichuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah......" The surrounding disciples immediately exclaimed.

At this time, a person came out of the disciples, and Mo Ling looked up and saw that this person was Na Li.

He came to He Baichuan and held He Baichuan up, and then two more disciples looked at Zi Xiang and hesitated, and then stepped forward and helped He Baichuan to a chair and sat down.

From the complexion, it can be seen that Nali has also been hit hard under this coercion.

As He Baichuan vomited blood, the coercion disappeared immediately, and all the disciples present gasped for breath. Looking at He Baichuan again, he was covering his chest with his hands at this time, and the clothes on his chest were already soaked with blood that had been spit out.

"You, you dare to poison me?" He Baichuan sat on the chair, his face was pale, his eyes were round and he looked at Zi Xiang and said angrily, but as soon as he spit out a few words in his mouth, he coughed violently.

Zi Xiang slowly walked over to He Baichuan, and at this time, the disciple next to He Baichuan hurriedly dodged to the side, only Na Li was still standing next to He Baichuan and looked at Zi Xiang cautiously, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and staring at Zi Xiang.

Mo Ling stood far away, and Mo Ling was also very surprised by Zi Xiang's actions, and he felt that Zi Xiang at this time seemed to be another person. But He Baichuan was just a snob, and it was impossible for Mo Ling to save him. He is to blame for all this.

What's more, if Mo Ling saved He Baichuan at this time, then the next person He Baichuan would have to deal with was himself, because under his own design, He Baichuan killed Shi Yu, the disciple of Dugu Villa, and it was impossible for Dugu Villa to let him go, so He Baichuan would definitely catch Mo Ling to give an account to Dugu Villa in order to protect himself, which would be equivalent to Mo Ling shooting himself in the foot.

"Master......" suddenly shouted.

Because the distance was too far, Mo Ling didn't see it clearly, only to see He Baichuan's face close to the purple placket, as if he suddenly saw something incredible, his face suddenly became very frightened, and then his body straightened, and he died of exhaustion.

"Master?"

"Boss?"

The surrounding disciples immediately became a mess, but no one dared to approach, they all just watched.

"Zi Xiang?" Na Li suddenly looked at Zi Xiang coldly: "I want to kill you and avenge my master!"

Zi Xiang smiled on his face, and suddenly exhaled a breath from his mouth and blew it on Na Li's face, who struggled twice and fell to the ground and passed out.

If you talk about the exercises, Mo Ling is naturally not afraid of Zi Ling, but everything in front of him looks like there are many strange places, which makes Mo Ling have quite doubts in his heart.

"You're so vicious enough, even your own master can do it!" Mo Ling said as he looked at Zijiao.

"Stop talking nonsense, now it's your turn!" At this time, Zi Xuan suddenly looked at Mo Ling.

Looking at Zijiao's eyes, it was a little familiar and a little unfamiliar, which made Mo Ling very puzzled and puzzled.

"Are you really Zijiao?" Mo Ling couldn't help but ask.

"Haha......" Suddenly Zi Xiang laughed, and after a while, he put away his smiling face, and his face was full of anger: "Yes, it's me, what's the matter, are you afraid? Today I will avenge those who were killed by you!"

At this moment, Mo Ling was sure that this person was Zijiao, yes.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"