Thick clouds shrouded the Tianjue Mountain Range, the highest mountain in the mountain range is called Mixian Mountain, and there are eight relatively low mountains on the periphery, surrounded by the shape of Bagua, surrounding Mixian Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

These eight mountains are called Zhuxian Mountain, Trapping Immortal Mountain, Wangxian Mountain, Dengxian Mountain, Killing Immortal Mountain, Yangxian Mountain, Phantom Immortal Mountain, and Juexian Mountain.

The nine mountains centered on the Misty Immortal Mountain are called the Nine Immortal Mountains, it is the general mountain gate of the Misty Immortal Gate, there are monks and fairy birds and spirit beasts flying around the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, they are admired by the world, and they think that the holy mountain of cultivating immortals is a blessed land.

The sky above Jiuxian Mountain was shrouded in black and oppressive dark clouds, and from time to time there was a muffled thunder rumbling among the mountains, but not a drop of rain fell.

There was less than an hour before noon, and there were many disciples armed with swords and sticks in the large and small aisles of the Immortal Mountain patrolling and guarding carefully, and the execution ground was even more solemn, and the surroundings were full of disciples who were vigorously guarded.

A fat crow fluttered through the mountains, raising its neck and making a hoarse chirp.

The loud and long crow cry spread throughout the entire Trapped Immortal Mountain, and the monks who heard it all felt something, and they shivered excitedly.

The crow hissed, which was a sign of great evil.

Built of huge stone barriers, the majestic and solemn execution platform stands directly north of the execution ground, and the back is just against the mountain wall, and the other three sides of the execution ground are cliffs.

There was a crowd of people outside the execution ground, and there were disciples from all the halls of the Lost Immortal Sect who watched the execution, as well as other famous and decent disciples who were invited and many loose cultivators.

Behind the row of cases due south sat a few energetic veterans, who were talking about something.

The old woman sitting in the middle is the criminal prisoner, she is the master of Donglai Hall, the Taoist name is Yilan, and the common name is Zheng Xiulan.

With bulging cheekbones and facial bones, sunken eyes and cheeks, and a gleam in her eyebrows, she looked like a shrewd and ambitious person.

Yi Lan volunteered to ask for the prison sentence with the head of the sect, just because her son Chen Jiannan was involved, if she didn't get rid of the relationship, the powerful relationship in this was enough for her.

If she doesn't make her position clear, there will be another excuse for her opponents in the door to attack her in the future.

If it is big, it will be big, and if it is big, it will be enough for her to resign from the position of hall master and become an idle retreat.

The position of the hall master is powerful, and there are countless resources to be used, and Yi Lan also wants to peek at the position of the sect, where is he willing to do a hermitage.

There was a sound of chains and shackles on the west path, and four prison guards pushed a woman towards the execution ground.

This woman has a delicate and beautiful face, and her exposed skin is scarred, probably because she was abused in prison, her body is already very thin, and she walks staggeringly, she is the person Yin Susu who Qingqiu Qiao'er robbed the prison that morning to save.

Chen Jiannan's Taoist companion, one of the four beauties in the Xiuzhen realm of the world, Yin Susu.

When the crowd watching the execution saw Yin Susu walking in shackles, there was a commotion, some applauded, some regretted, some were wooden, and some sighed that the peerless beauty was about to turn into ashes......

The four prison guards pushed Yin Susu, who was colorless, and stepped step by step along the stone stairs to the execution platform.

Sitting on the execution table, Yi Lan looked solemn, today's matter is related to herself, her son Chen Jiannan, and the future of her grandson Chen Haoyu.

Yi Lan knew that it was impossible for Haoyu to be a monk, and he couldn't let him have offspring.

It would be nice to be able to save his life, imprison him, and let him live as an ordinary person to the end of his life!

If you want Haoyu to be a monk, you can't send him out secretly and find someone to teach him to cultivate secretly.

For her own sake, she didn't dare to take this risk.

She has two sons, and there will be grandchildren in the future, so there is no need to take such a risk and ruin her future for the sake of a grandson with blood demon blood.

But at least, Yi Lan is already trying her best to save Haoyu's life, her own bloodline, and she can't bear to let her grandson's little life wither.

There is a lifting frame on the right side of the torture platform, on which stands a tall disciple who has undergone professional training, carrying a Yuan Ling optical camera on his shoulder, carefully taking pictures at different angles, recording the bits and pieces that happened at the execution site today.

A few years ago, a group composed of several hopeless wastes of cultivation researched the Yuanling optical photography technology, and the photocopied photos at the beginning were black and white, but now they can be photocopied in color, and the characters and scenes in the reprinted photos are lifelike, just like the real thing.

A few figures flew from the side of the Misty Immortal Mountain, and when those few people came closer, the crowd watching the execution was in a commotion.

The old Taoist face led by him is as moist as a child, with a bun on his head, and there is a kind of commanding bearing between his eyebrows.

Behind Xuan Ji was a white-eyed law enforcement elder with a rickety back, a spirited Gong Transmission Elder, and some miscellaneous people.

Seeing that the master had arrived, Yi Lan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly came over with everyone to salute.

"This matter is related to the position of our human race, and it is a matter of basic morality. Xuan has bowed his head and said.

Immediately, the hall owner proposed to take a group photo, and all the people agreed and said yes.

Xuan was already standing in the middle position, on both sides stood the elders, the masters of each hall, and the Taoist friends of various factions, scattered cultivators, and behind them stood the deacons of each hall, standing with the torture platform as the background.

The disciple who took the picture shouted the countdown to three-two-one, only to hear a 'bang' explosion, a flash of light passed, and a burst of white mist rose above the Yuanling optical camera, and a photo was taken.

Immediately after that, a few more photographs were taken, and the monks who took the pictures dispersed.

Yi Lan leaned in front of the Sect Leader and said, "Jian Nan has now repented and is in favor of hanging the Demon Woman of the Reverse Dao, hoping that the Sect Leader will be discerning, magnanimous, and will not care about his previous mistakes. ”

"Jian Nan is a rare genius, and this matter is a small mistake for him, but ......" Xuan has paused when he spoke, and he stopped talking.

"Yi Lan understands that Jian Nan and the demon woman have a son, Haoyu. After all, he is the grandson of the old body, and the old body wants to use this old face to save his life. Just imprison him for the rest of his life, don't let him cultivate, don't let him have children, how about the teaching?"

Xuan has nodded and said: "Okay, good, Yi Lan, you are a reasonable person, the poor road will depend on you, do what you say." ”

A humble smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Yi Lan thanks the Sect Leader for his kindness, and thanks the Sect Master for his magnanimity. ”

Xuan had already glanced at Yi Lan and nodded in approval.

The hourglass in the hourglass is fast, and there is only half a pillar of incense before the execution.

On the left and right sides of the back of the torture platform, there is a gray stone pillar of three people hugging each other, the relief carving on it is vivid, the left side is carved is the blissful fairyland, the right side is carved is the evil ghost hell, the stone carving exudes a powerful atmosphere, implying the general trend of the heavenly way, and the whole execution ground is set off solemnly and solemnly.

Several fierce and vicious main punishment disciples scolded loudly, and tied Yin Susu to the stone pillar raised in the center of the torture platform with a hemp rope the thickness of their thumbs.

As long as all the monks watching the execution below raised their heads, they could see Yin Susu's miserable white face, and her face was full of strong unwillingness and grief.

She was not afraid, she was not afraid of death, but there was deep concern in her eyes.

There are many monks sighing, a generation of strange women, with her stunning appearance, admired and pursued by tens of millions of male cultivators, and later fell in love with Chen Jiannan, the proud son of the Lost Immortal Gate.

Talented men and women, what a beautiful love story, they loved each other and gave birth to a son.

It's a pity that the story ends abruptly here, because Yin Susu has the blood of the blood demon flowing in her body, she is the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect, and she will soon be executed.

The man who loved her dearly, where was he?

Some monks were shaking their heads, but in fact, Yin Susu, she really didn't seem to have done anything bad, and even did some good things.

The darkening clouds in the sky were pressed down, and the thunder sounded from time to time, as if it was crying out for the strange woman.

Yin Susu raised his eyes and looked around, it seemed that his father did not come to rob the prison, and the Blood God Sect did not send anyone to rob the prison.

Yin Susu understood that her sect had been at war with the Mosa Sect for many years, and she had been greatly injured, and she was not an opponent of the Misty Immortal Sect at all, even if she came to rob the prison, it would be just more casualties, and it would not change her fate at all.

A smile appeared on Yin Susu's face, it was just right that his father didn't come, it was better to die two than one!

Perhaps her father was now at war with the Mossars, and his life and death were uncertain.

Perhaps her father is on the run from the Mossars, and his life and death are unknown.

Maybe......

There is also him, Yin Susu can't see his shadow.

Yin Susu didn't want him to appear, she didn't want to delay Chen Jiannan's future.

As soon as she dies, even if Chen Jiannan appears, she can't change the ending, who called her a rebel demon girl of the Blood God Sect.

and her son, Yin Susu's biggest concern in her heart.

Less than a month after his son was born, he was snatched away by the pursuers, and now he is going to die, and he will never see his son again, how sad his life is!

Helpless, Yin Susu only has deep helplessness in her heart!

Even if you look at your son again, how good!

Yin Susu searched everywhere, hoping to find her son's shadow, but she knew it was just a fantasy.

There is only a little bit of sand left in the hourglass, and the execution is about to be carried out.

Yi Lan stood up with her chest straight, her eyes wandered around, and there was immediately silence around her, and there was a solemnity in the execution ground.

Yi Lan slowly unfolded a piece of yellow paper, stared at the densely written words on the yellow paper, and muttered a lot of high-sounding rhetoric standing on the moral high ground, saying that the blood of the Ten Thousand Evil Blood Demon should not flow in the veins of the human race selected by the primate heaven and earth, and there should be no blood demon blood in the human race.

In the end, Yi Lan read in a loud voice: "For the demon with the blood of the blood demon, the Holy Maiden Yin Susu of the Blood God Sect will be hanged to correct the majesty of the Heavenly Dao. ”

"Immediately, execution!" Yi Lan's voice sounded like the howling of a night owl in an ancient tomb deep in the mountains, and it sounded numb.

"Wait, I want to take a look at my son!" Yin Susu cried out in a miserable voice, and her mournful voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

"No, the old grandson has nothing to do with you!" Yi Lan's voice was cold, and she refused to agree to the last request of a poor dying woman.

Yin Susu wanted to curse Yi Lan to death, but when he thought of his lover Chen Jiannan and remembered that the other party was his son's grandmother, he didn't shout out the words that came to his mouth.

The two main punishment disciples used thumb-thick hemp rope to wrap around Yin Susu's neck a few times, and at this moment, under the execution order, they held back their strength, and one of them pulled hard.

The little vitality left in Yin Susu's dantian erupted out, and soon circulated through the meridians throughout the body.

Yin Susu had a defensive aura on his neck, which could block the force of the hemp rope tightening inward.

The two disciples of the main torture tried their best to hold back their faces and thick necks, but they couldn't hurt her in the slightest.

The white-eyed law enforcement elder snorted lightly in his nose, raised his hand and pointed at it, and a magic light shot at his fingertips on the emerald the size of a fist in the formation eye.

The formation on the torture platform was immediately activated, and a trace of Yuan Force was extracted from the leyline, turning into a misty beam of Yuan Law Light, shrouding Yin Susu's petite and weak body.

As soon as the formation was activated, the entire torture table trembled slightly, covered with a layer of hazy brilliance.

The light formed by the formation slowly extracting the power of the leylines became brighter and brighter, and the power that restrained the flow of the Yuan Qi in Yin Susu's body was gradually increasing.

It won't be long before Yin Susu will not be able to mobilize any vitality in his body, and he will not even be able to use the strength of his body, and he will inevitably die when the time comes.

"Stop!" there was a clear cry from the group of monks watching the execution, and a bewitching figure jumped towards the execution platform.

Yin Susu tilted her head in horror, and saw the woman in the white dress floating in the air and flying towards her, it was really Qiao'er!

"Qiao'er, leave me alone, you go quickly!" Yin Susu was confused and shouted hoarsely.

There are many masters in the execution ground, only Qiao'er who cultivates with Jin Dan, where can he save people?

"Qiao'er, both of us are dead, it is better to die one of me. Yin Susu's cry was full of pathos, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"Sister, Qiao'er doesn't want to live alone, if you die, Qiao'er will die with you. "Qingqiu Qiao'er only wants to die together, and her determination is clear.

Yin Susu's eyes were shining with tears, and her heart was desolate and sad.

"Good sister, don't make senseless sacrifices, you let your sister go first, on that side, my sister will miss your love. ”

"Want to run, can't run!" a middle-aged monk took a step forward, already in front of Qingqiu Qiao'er.

The middle-aged monk standing in front of Qingqiu Qiao'er was sturdy, and he was Chen Shihao's father, Chen Houzhao.

"Fox demon, the poor road is going to skin you. Chen Houzhao's voice was loud, and listening to his tone, it seemed that he had pronounced a death sentence on Qingqiu Qiao'er.

"Do you know that the Yuan Jia you killed with the Yuan Illusion Gong is the junior disciple of the Poor Dao. ”