Flying Immortal Residence, Crane Ming Peak, eighty miles outside the foothills.

Xiao Mo and Jiuyin, one after the other, walked on the mountain road outside the foothills without hurry.

Jiuyin looked at Xiao Mo's back with interest, and since that day she made a promise to help, she has been with Xiao Mo for more than half a month.

The man not far in front of him, carrying a black sword and a black bamboo flute in his waist, walked steadily, and looked calm when he walked.

At such an age, he has reached the realm of Dao Consummation, which is really a rare genius of cultivation. was supposed to be high-spirited, but when the young man was proud, he rarely smiled, and the anger and sadness hidden between his eyebrows were extremely inconsistent with his age.

Sometimes she even feels that she is facing a lifeless desert, or a hundred years of frozen ice.

Jiuyin had been trapped in White Dragon Lake for four hundred years, and now she was not as impatient as she once was.

Jiuyin's enchanting figure was wrapped in a black and white robe, and she casually stroked the long hair of her shawl.

Seven years ago, the girl died because of this man, and the man had been practicing penance for seven years and was about to embark on a journey of revenge for her.

Jiuyin's expression was a little inexplicable, was it because the girl looked frightened, helpless but resolute in her eyes that she rescued seven years ago, and agreed to ask this man seven years later, was it because of the almost same despair in his eyes, or just sighed at the sadness and sadness of being sealed for hundreds of years......

Jiuyin was slightly distracted.

Xiao Mo suddenly stopped while walking, but a figure stood in front of him.

The man was wrapped in black, leaving only his knife-sharp eyes exposed.

Xiao Mo was not surprised, and said lightly: "How's it going?"

"Young Master, there are three hundred and fifty-four people in the Flying Immortal Residence, except for Li Hou and the other twenty-seven people who have left here two days ago and went to Tianju Mountain, all of them are in the Minghe Peak. The man in black knelt down on one knee, as if he had reined in his murderous blade.

Xiao Mo didn't speak immediately, he looked up at the mountain peak hidden in the clouds, and there was a faint gray aura in his eyes: "Everyone cut off a limb, if they resist, then they will be killed." ”

Xiao Mo's voice was flat, as if he was talking about the most ordinary things in the world.

"Yes. The tone of the man in black was also unwavering, and after answering, his figure flashed away.

Immediately, a black firework like a crescent moon burst into the sky.

"Mo Yue, it's been seven years, I'm late......"

Jiuyin faintly heard Xiao Mo's muttering.

Hundreds of black-clothed people suddenly appeared from all directions and shot towards Heming Peak.

The sky was gloomy, and there was a sense of murder.

......

Half a day later, Heming Peak, Feixian Ju, Tongde Palace.

The smell of blood wafted throughout the entire Crane Peak, and it seemed to repeat the scene from seven years ago.

Zhang He's face was pale, without the slightest blood, and there was blood stains on the robe embroidered with crane pine.

Bloodshot, bloodshot eyes swept over the screams and screams, over the faces of the terrified young disciples.

Of the three hundred and fifty-four disciples of the Flying Immortal Residence, one hundred and thirty-two of them were killed in the battle not long ago, and the rest, except for the dozens of people who gave up resistance at the beginning, were all seriously injured.

Zhang He's eyes were cracking, and the pain on his body was not as good as his heart, and his heart was dripping blood.

Except for the more than forty disciples who went out to practice seven years ago and were spared from being poisoned, almost all of the three hundred and fifty disciples now were personally found by him and Li Hou over the years, and the disciples with good qualifications were the hope of Feixianju's bloody rebirth after the tragedy.

The catastrophe he suffered seven years ago even made him and Li Hou let go of years of fighting.

But in today's battle, Feixian Ju was slaughtered again.

Zhang He's hair was scattered, his eyes were blood-red, and he stared at the five black-clothed people in front of him like a grim reaper, unable to see the slightest look. The indescribable grief and anger in his heart, helplessness, fear, despair, drove him crazy.

Zhang He roared exhaustedly: "Who are you?"

At this moment, a figure appeared from outside the hall, and the encirclement instantly gave way to a gap.

The person who came must be the person in charge of this matter, Zhang He's eyes erupted with fire, staring at the slowly approaching figure, and after a while, he was slightly stunned, and the person who came was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere: "You are?"

"Fang Yuemen, Xiao Yusheng ......," the man replied indifferently.

......

Zhang He's limbs were nailed to the bluestone pillar in the hall where the two of them hugged each other, and Xiao Mo's expression was finally no longer calm: "Seven years ago, why did you harm my master and apprentice?"

"Haha...... Why? Of course, it's to get strength!" Zhang He calmed down a lot at this time, and he had done everything he could.

"Just for the sake of strength, you can put innocent people and die?" Xiao Mo took a sip, trying to calm his fluctuating emotions.

"Haha......" Zhang He seemed to have heard something particularly funny, and he couldn't stop laughing, until he pulled the wound and coughed up the blood in his heart and lungs, and then stopped laughing: "Just for the sake of strength? You said it lightly! If I had this power, how could I have been slaughtered seven years ago in Feixian Residence, and how could I repeat the same mistakes today? Feixian Residence is just a small sect, two hundred years ago, twenty-seven years ago, and even more now!"

There was gradually an irrepressible anger in Zhang He's voice: "The battle between the righteous and the devil, as the famous giant sect intended, my Feixian Residence can only be the sect that rushes to the forefront and suffers the most casualties...... Why, you say?"

Xiao Mo was silent.

"You can kill me, but if you want to get what you want, you have to keep me. After a while, Zhang He's godless gaze suddenly flashed fiercely.

"Leave you to seek revenge with me in the future?" Xiao Mo's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear the hidden meaning in his words.

"I don't know anything about what you asked, but I know where to find what you want. Actually, I still want to thank you, if it weren't for you, I still don't know who the murderer of the 730 people in our Yuemen is to this day!"

"Okay, I promise you. Xiao Mo's fluctuating mood calmed down again.

Zhang He was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Xiao Mo to agree so simply, his eyes were staring at Xiao Mo tightly, but he couldn't see the slightest abnormality, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Seven years ago, I didn't expect you to be as long as you are today. ”

"Seven years ago, I didn't know you. ”

"That's it. Zhang He closed his eyes for some reason and took a deep breath, but he shouted at the disciples outside who were either frightened or desperate or angry or dazed, his voice was like thunder, buzzing: "Where are the disciples of the Flying Immortal Residence?"

For a brief moment, no one responded.

After counting the breath, I don't know who was the first to respond:

"Master, disciple Xiang Long is here. ”

"Disciple Xiang Hai is here. ”

"Uncle Shi, disciple Chang Jian is here. ”

"Disciple Bai He is here. ”

......

At this moment, it seemed that he had forgotten the pain, but he seemed to be frightened, and he rushed to respond, which converged into a tragedy that shook people's hearts.

This sound seemed to consume Zhang He's last strength, and the red in his chest expanded several times. Zhang He's breath weakened rapidly, and his eyes were scattered: "The rings of the head of the door, the size of the door, the size of the affairs, the size of the affairs, ......"

The voices of the disciples of the Flying Immortal Residence outside the hall were still echoing.

His gaze swept over a pair of sad, helpless, fearful, crazy and devouring eyes, I don't know why, Xiao Mo's expression became a little complicated, but his footsteps did not stop, he walked out of the hall step by step, and his voice seemed to carry the coldness of the nine shades:

"Remember, I was the one who killed your master and uncle today, Xiao Mo. ”

"I was the one who killed your brothers, brothers, and best friends, Xiao Mo. ”

"I am the one who cut off your limbs and mutilated you, Xiao Mo. ”

Xiao Mo's hand fell lightly without the slightest emotion.

The blade that hit the hand or leg of the Flying Immortal Residence disciple fell fiercely.

The sound of bones shattering rang out one after another.

"Ah......" The splattered blood reflected the distorted face, and there was a strange beauty.

The screams were incessant, and the wails were everywhere.

"If you are still alive, you will hide your hatred and pain, and when you are successful, you will come to me again and take revenge!"