Ling Yifan rushed out of the hall with Ziyun, gently put Ziyun on the side, Ling Yifan looked up at the middle-aged man in mid-air, his eyes were cold, like the cold ice of winter. Immediately, the Yuan Force in Ling Yifan's body was running, and his right hand formed a fist, and he punched the middle-aged man in mid-air.

Suddenly, a condensed fist shadow brought a sound of breaking the air, like a meteorite smashing into the middle-aged man's dantian.

Hearing a muffled sound of 'bang', the middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then woke up from the illusion.

At the moment when he woke up, he only felt a sharp pain in his dantian, and he almost fainted, and the yuan infant in his dantian had been abolished by Ling Yifan. At the moment, he is just a mortal, and there is no possibility of cultivating the truth, unless there is a great power willing to spend the cost to help him, it is estimated that there is no hope.

Without the support of Yuan Li, the middle-aged man suddenly fell from mid-air, although Yuan Li was abolished, but the strength of this body is still much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it will not degenerate for a while, only to hear a plop, and the dead dog is generally thrown to the ground.

After a long while, he struggled to get up, sensing that his Yuan Ying had been abolished, this person's heart was extremely desperate, and boundless resentment rose, which was crueler than killing him.

Seeing this person get up, Ling Yifan stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, this person only felt that his body was tight, as if he was attracted by an invisible force, and quickly floated towards Ling Yifan.

Ling Yifan put his fingers together, grabbed this person's neck, and said in a gloomy voice: "Hand over the antidote, spare your life!"

This person was clasped around his neck by Ling Yifan's five fingers, his face was flushed, Ling Yifan's expression was cold, and his left hand shook it hard, throwing it out several feet away.

The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned, covering his neck with his hands and coughing violently, and after a while, the middle-aged man looked at Ling Yifan resentfully. At this time, he had long forgotten his fear and horror of Ling Yifan, and looked at the woman lying on the ground not far away. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If you have the ability, you kill me, and you don't have half an antidote, and I am unlucky to be planted in your hands today." Even if you die, you have to pull a cushion on your back. After saying that, there was a hideous wild laugh, and there was a hint of madness in the laughter.

Ling Yifan stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, just watching quietly, after a crazy laugh. He coughed violently again. After spurting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he gradually calmed down a little, and when he saw Ling Yifan's cold and ruthless gaze, his heart suddenly burst out inexplicably.

At this time, I saw a sneer on the corner of Ling Yifan's mouth, and said in a dark voice: "Have you laughed enough?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then he saw Ling Yifan's right hand wave towards the disciples of the sect, and an element fluctuation that everyone could not detect appeared around everyone's body. Next, everyone's confused eyes gradually sobered up.

was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him, and a cold sweat oozed from his back. I had the intention to escape, but I only felt that my legs and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and I didn't dare to move a step.

Ling Yifan looked at the people who had come to their senses, the corners of his mouth raised an arc, and everyone's hearts were nervous, and the middle-aged man's heart trembled.

I only heard Ling Yifan's voice say with an unquestionable tone: "You all come forward!"

These hundred or so disciples saw that the sect master had all ended up like this, where did they dare to escape, and they had just almost collapsed their souls in that disillusioned world. If it hadn't been for Ling Yifan who had awakened them just now, I am afraid that their souls would have been disillusioned and died by now, and now Ling Yifan's horror has penetrated deep into the souls of everyone. How dare you disobey Ling Yifan's requirements!

Ling Yifan pointed to one of the disciples who didn't look very old, "Come here!"

The young man looked like he was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and when he saw Ling Yifan pointing at him, his legs suddenly weakened. Fell to the ground with a plop, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and choked in his mouth: "Seniors spare their lives, seniors spare their lives, juniors..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, Ling Yifan said impatiently: "I won't kill you." Let you come forward, just come forward. ”

The young man trembled and touched his tears, stood up tremblingly, and moved to Ling Yifan with great difficulty.

Ling Yifan glanced at the little monk in front of him, who only had a subtle realm, and said in a gentle voice: "What kind of existence does the sect master usually look like in your eyes? ”

The young man didn't know what Ling Yifan meant, so he didn't dare to be vague in his heart, and replied respectfully: "Usually the sect master is a high existence in our eyes, just like a god that cannot be blasphemed or violated, we all look up and revere it..."

Ling Yifan waved his hand, "Well, it's good, let you do one thing now, and if you do it well, I will spare your life!"

The young man swallowed his saliva and said nervously, "I don't know what my predecessor wants me to do?"

"You turn around now and insult the god you worship in any way you can think of!" Ling Yifan said in a cold voice.

The young man was stunned, he couldn't believe his ears, and suddenly he only felt a dry mouth, let him insult the sect master?

I heard the young man cry and say, "Senior, didn't you let me commit suicide? How dare I insult the sect master? Please let my seniors let me go!" As he spoke, his legs weakened and he fell to his knees again.

Ling Yifan shook his head helplessly in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "I have abolished his cultivation, at this time, he is no different from a mortal, any of you can knock him down lightly, I will say it one last time, use the way you can think of to insult him." ”

The young man didn't dare to slack off, although he resisted in his heart, but his life was at stake, he trembled again and got up, and came to the front of their former high sect master. At this time, nearly a hundred disciples all opened their eyes wide, staring at the scene in front of them, which was both incredible and exciting for them, and they only felt a wild beat in their hearts.

Seeing this young man come to him, the middle-aged man looked at Ling Yifan with resentment, he didn't expect this person to be so despicable and shameless, and wanted to insult himself by fighting this method. He didn't know that Ling Yifan had always valued friendship, and seeing Ziyun being tortured to this point, his heart had already reached the edge of violence and madness, but he was forced to suppress it in his heart.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man who walked in front of him, and said with a cold gaze: "You dare to touch me?"

The young man's body suddenly became smart, and the majesty that the middle-aged man had established in their hearts for many years could not be eliminated at once, and they were still very afraid in their hearts.

At this moment, in front of the main hall, not far from everyone, there was a white jade carved dragon blessed by the formation, which was hundreds of thousands of catties, and even ordinary monks could hardly hurt it.

Just when the young man was timid and hesitant, he saw the fire element in Ling Yifan's left hand surging, which already contained the power of the law, and he shook it at the jade carving void, only to hear a loud 'bang', and the jade carving turned into countless fragments and collapsed in place.

Everyone was shocked, and the middle-aged man trembled even more in his heart, even if his cultivation was abolished, he couldn't do it so lightly. But Ling Yifan's next words made the middle-aged man's heart tremble even more than holding the broken jade carving in the void just now.

I only heard Ling Yifan say to the young man: "If you don't do it again, the jade carving will be your end." ”

The young man was shocked in his heart, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and said to the middle-aged man with a trembling voice: "Sect Master, I'm sorry!"

Suddenly, the audience was silent, and the middle-aged man was even more stunned, and he couldn't accept this fact at all, if it was Ling Yifan or a strong person in the same cultivator, it would be fine.

But being so humiliated by his own disciples, he is still a little guy in the subtle stage, a guy who can pinch a finger to death before. Now that he can ride on top of his head like this, he only feels that life is worse than death, and he can't wait to die in place.

The middle-aged man glared at Ling Yifan viciously, and said in a sad voice: "Bastard, if you have the ability, you can kill me directly, what kind of ability is this!"

Ling Yifan said coldly: "If you want to blame it, you shouldn't have hurt my friend, and I found out!" Ignoring the middle-aged man, Ling Yifan said dissatisfiedly to the young man: "Haven't you been insulted? This is also called an insult? Give you one last chance, if I am not satisfied, you don't have to stay here!"

When the young man heard this, cold sweat broke out on his back, he bit his lip tightly, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the middle-aged man again... (To be continued.) )