Verbal violence is more unbearable than physical punishment.

At first, the prince was disheartened and did not want to explain any more. What Sanyang Dao people, what Guangpingzi, what Chunyuan Venerable Master, how they love to think and think, how to think and how to think.

Whether it's a devil, a scoundrel, or a son!

Anyway, you can't miss your own catties, you should eat, you should drink, and you shouldn't drop the scales when you should grow meat.

Now all this has completely changed, Wang Zimo colluded with the demon clan to manipulate the Green Swimming Poisonous Ox to attack the White Horse Pavilion Trial Disciples. Fortunately, Senior Brother Yan Yefeng tried his best to block it, but he was also seriously injured and could not save the lives of the disciples.

"I remember, in the evening, Yan Yefeng was wandering outside the view, he was seriously injured, but the expression on his face was very ashamed, or I helped him into the White Horse Pavilion!"

"Oh, don't you say I forgot, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Then he must feel guilty for failing to save his junior brother and sister!"

"Yes!

For a time, Yan Yefeng once again became the focus of attention. He glanced at Master Chunyuan, and from the eyes of the master, Yan Yefeng saw appreciation and apology.

No, with such a complicated look, Yan Yefeng couldn't understand it.

What the hell is the master thinking?

"What more do you have to say, thinner?"

In the face of so many people's fingers, Wang Zimo suddenly felt that his head was not so painful, but he felt uncomfortable in his chest, and he punched him twice, and couldn't help coughing twice but couldn't be channeled, and he couldn't wait to dig open his chest cavity and take out his internal organs and take them out.

The two Soul Eater Needles were firmly pierced into the spirit platform.

Wang Zimo instantly felt that his body was lighter, and his eyes suddenly became much clearer.

"Ha, haha...... Hahahaha!"

Like a madman, he threw up his head and laughed.

And the people in front of him with distorted facial features, in Wang Zimo's opinion, are indeed fools who are imprisoned in a cage by the truth, and they only know that they have no own opinions at all to follow the route planned by others.

"Rubbish!"

"Kill this shit!"

I don't know who shouted, and the scene suddenly got out of control.

The sky is blue.

The early winter wind still has a little warmth, blowing the trumpet flowers on the mountainside swaying with the wind. White, blue, red, pink, yellow, purple......

But it is far less colorful than the scar that cracks the sky.

Trumpet flowers of various colors are large and small, and they are still in full bloom, but they don't know that the cold has been pressing on the other side of the mountain, and they have not yet come.

"I'm going home!

Wang Zimo went crazy, followed the same steps, and gradually moved away in the direction of home.

"Kill him!

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion did not relent, Master Chunyuan waved his hand, glanced at Gong Ju, nodded, and said, "Let him go, there is no clear evidence that he killed the person, and those disciples really do not have the breath left by Wang Zimo." On the contrary, on the head of the Green Swimming Poisonous Ox, there seems to be the power of a handprint! This is something that the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion can't do!"

The implication is very clear, what can't be seen when they live to their age?

It can be said that Xinyue Zhenren was dizzy at first and listened to the slander, but then after thinking about it carefully, he understood.

Yan Yefeng just blocked the mouth of the White Horse Pavilion disciple this time, but in the eyes of the upper elders, he would always become a sinister villain.

Some people say that since they know the truth, why do they still favor Yan Yefeng?

Each branch has a disciple who has been damaged, and it can be said that the ranking elders hate Yan Yefeng to the core. But the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and a hall as big as the White Horse Pavilion cannot even be said inside.

Once the image of the White Horse Pavilion is damaged, the loss is not something that can be solved by twenty lives.

"Dao Chief, you ...... too"

"His consciousness has been damaged, he is already a wasted person, and it is impossible for him to do evil again in this life. It's you, the Sanyang Daoist, and the disciple of the sect who stole the Demon Sect's Soul Devouring Needle, and deserved to be punished. "From the very beginning, Master Chunyuan knew that what was hidden in Wang Zimo's body was not a soul search needle, but a soul devouring needle.

"Remove the Sanyang Dao people from the position of reigning elders, and let Ming Yansan people serve as the elders of the Seven Sects. ”

"Whew, woo woo woo......"

As soon as Master Chunyuan's words were finished, the black iron rod in the hand of the Sanyang Daoist suddenly broke free, and instantly came to Wang Zimo, and smashed on the young man's head with a "bang", and then automatically tied to his back as if he had eyes.

The surging black mist was almost substantial, quickly flowing out of the black iron rod and slipping along the ends of the boy's dirty brown hair into his body.

The outside of the altar was once again wrapped in anger, and the black iron rod returned to its original state.

Everything seems to have never changed, and it seems to have undergone a sea change.

......

Baiyun Temple, or in the Zhengyang Palace.

Gong Ju, Bai Li, and Ming Bao looked at the prince silently. After watching it for a long time, I didn't understand what the black iron rod behind this guy was.

Halfway through, Mingbao intercepted the prince silently.

The matter of Baiyunguan has not been resolved, how can he be allowed to go home?

"How is it?" Mingbao licked his face and looked at Gong Hu, looking at Gong Hu's old face with hope. He pointed to his head, "Zimo is okay here, right?"

"It's fine. Gong Ju glanced at Mingbao. "How can it be okay? The spiritual platform was pierced by the Soul Eater Needle, and if there is no spiritual sense to resist, you will become a fool at the least, or a walking corpse at the worst, it would be good to be alive! If you can be okay, I will put this head in your crotch!"

"You better put your head in the crotch of Bai Li's pants!" Mingbao pointed at Bai Li.

At this time, Yin Yang Face and Yan Rui walked in, took the black iron rod in Mingbao's hand and frowned. But I heard Bai Li innocently reply: "No, it's so tiring to walk with such a big head!"

"What are you talking about, what kind of head?" Xiang Aya followed into the Zhengyang Hall.

Bai Li pointed to Gong Ju's head with one hand and his crotch with the other, and was about to cry aggrievedly: "He said that Wang Zimo was going to wake up and put his head in my crotch!"

Awkward!

Originally, it was a conversation between three men, but suddenly all the people from Baiyunguan came, and they looked at Gong Hu in a daze, grinning, and the three views were ruined.

This kind of joke Gong Ju is also open to Mingbao, Bai Li lacks roots and tendons, and it doesn't matter if he is there. You must know that everyone is here at once, and Gong Ju will never dare to say such a thing.

"Then ......" Gong Ju's old face was thrown in, "Let's come and see Zimo, is there any salvation?"

As if in order to verify what Gong Ju said, as soon as he finished speaking, before everyone stepped forward, Wang Zimo opened his eyes faintly, sat up suddenly, and opened his mouth to ask, "Who hit me on the head?"

Mingbao squeezed his eyes at Gong Ju, and the two quietly glanced at Bai Li.

Now the two of them have become grasshoppers on a rope, one knocked Wang Zimo unconscious, and the other was pitted and lost face, the two hit it off, and without saying a word, they directly buckled the black pot on Bai Li's head.

"It's Xiaobai!"

"That's not right, didn't Mingbao carry you back?" Bai Li had a word to say, I don't know if he was wrong, why did Wang Zimo look at the murder weapon in his eyes?

"What the hell is going on?" asked Aya.

She, Yin Yang Face, and Yan Rui have been kept in the dark, and they don't know that Wang Zimo has just experienced life and death. Fortunately, Bai Li spoke clearly and told the matter well.

"You said that this black iron rod was held by Mo'er and beaten Sanyang?" Xiang Aya took the black iron rod and observed it repeatedly, but in the end he didn't see anything, and bent down and returned it to Wang Zimo's hands.

The black iron rod was half a point heavier than before, and the feeling of iron was getting weaker and weaker, but it was the same as Moyu, soft and round.

Wang Zimo took the black iron rod and tossed it, but he didn't get it up, so he heard Mingbao scold: "Get up if you don't die, tomorrow a few of us will go to the miasma with the blind things in the White Horse Pavilion to strengthen the sealing stone, you stay in the Baiyun Temple by yourself, don't go out, if the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion know that you are back, you must be killed!"

Mingbao scolded when he spoke, and when he mentioned the White Horse Pavilion, he was angry.

"Those hypocritical bastards, they have long known that people were not killed by Mo'er, but by Yan Yefeng, in order to maintain the image of the White Horse Pavilion, they even joined forces to act in a play, hum, the old face is gone!"

"Yan Yefeng is not dead?" The prince silently sank his face, this beam is over.

"I'm not dead, but I'm not having a good time!"

After Gong Ju finished speaking, the old figure gradually dissipated. Immediately after, Bai Li also left, and Yan Rui and Xiang Aya, who were faced with yin and yang, also left one after another, leaving Mingbao alone in a daze at the prince.

"Do you feel like you're any different from what you used to be?"

He still didn't worry about the soul devouring needle hidden in Wang Zimo's body.

"......No," the prince shook his head silently, "You're talking about those two Soul Eater Needles, except for weakening my spiritual sense by thirty percent, there's nothing wrong with the rest." ”

"Two?"

"Do you have a spiritual sense?"

Mingbao's eyes suddenly widened excitedly, and he circled around the prince three times, his lips touching back and forth, muttering that he didn't know what to say. The more Mingbao turned, the more he felt that something was wrong, and finally stopped in front of Wang Zimo, touched his eyebrows, and said, "Why can't I see it?"

"I have had spiritual consciousness for a long time, and now I am enveloped by that anger. Wang Zimo was excited and undisguised: "But my spiritual sense is very powerful, and I can feel the fluctuations of other people's spiritual sense." It should be as powerful as the Sanyang Dao people. ”

"What?"

"It's about the same as a Sanyang Dao person?"

Mingbao has the heart to die, this fart kid has not been cultivating for seven days, and he just joined the saint yesterday, and he is ashamed to say that his spiritual sense is similar to that of Sanyang Dao people.

But don't brag and hold your mouth!

That's right, the people of Sanyang Dao may not be able to resist the next two soul devouring needles.

Could it be that this fart child's spiritual sense is really stronger than Sanyang?

Mingbao didn't dare to think about it, how could this be possible. If it wasn't possible, how could he be fine? It was a blessing not to become a dead body, and it was right to become a fool, but he didn't have anything to do.

Wang Zimo wanted to say something, but Mingbao hurriedly covered his mouth with an arrow step, and said with a shush: "Don't tell anyone about your spiritual sense, do you hear?"

Seeing that the prince was blinking silently at himself, his pure eyes seemed to ask Mingbao, "Why did I do this?"

"I don't understand, I know what money is, ahhh

The prince nodded silently.

Mingbao also nodded, let go of his hand and continued: "This time I will go to the miasma for at least three days, and at most ......" Mingbao hesitated for a moment, and the green jujube eyes showed worry: "You must not go out of the Baiyun Temple, let alone be seen by the people of the White Horse Pavilion." Remember?"

"That's the matter of the White Horse Pavilion, the matter of Guan Baiyunguan? What are you going to do with it?"

Mingbao was stunned by the prince's silent question, this kid is changing so fast. I remember that when I first came to Baiyun Temple, I still had a submissive look, but now the tone of my voice has completely changed!

No, you must suppress his temperament, otherwise he will suffer a great loss in the future.

"The miasma is born around the cracks in the sky, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. As far as the old bones of the White Horse Pavilion can't cope with it, and Yang Chi is also in the miasma, I want to go and find out what happened to the mountain guards. ”

"So......" Wang Zimo seemed to sense something.

"So, the timing is uncertain. You are here to practice the Great Yan Sutra, only when you are strong can you protect the people around you!" Mingbao took out a storage bag from his cuff and handed it to Wang Zimo: "There are three hundred yuan qi beads in it, and there is also a copy of "Book of Heaven", you can read it when you are bored." ”

"But what am I going to eat?"

The prince looked at Mingbao in silence.