"Poof!"

Lu Xia's face suddenly changed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the whole person went soft, and knelt down on one knee with the rusty Zhutian knife, and the placket of his clothes was stained with blood. His eyes were hollow, the essence in his eyes was gradually dimming, and the vitality on his body fluctuated and floated out.

Lu Xia seemed to have lost his soul, and the breath on his body was like nothing.

The faces of the miscellaneous disciples of Qingzhu Mountain changed, and they spontaneously walked to Lu Xia's side, surrounding Lu Xia in the middle, they were worried that some peripheral disciples would take the opportunity to attack Lu Xia. Although no one dared to do such a thing in full view, they had to guard against it.

Although the miscellaneous servants have not even cultivated their vitality, they are the same iron bones. The eyes of the miscellaneous servants are resolute and resolute, just like the green iron bamboo standing proudly in the back mountain, with a fierce spirit.

Their actions seemed to explain to the onlookers that if they wanted to hurt Lu Xia, they would step over their corpses.

Knowing kindness, uniting, and treating death as home, just to make those with malicious intentions fearful. Maybe in the eyes of others, what they do is like a joke, or maybe they will fall because of it, but no one will back down half a step! The big husband stands in heaven and earth, and there are some things that he always has to do, don't he?

There were many people around, most of whom looked indifferent and sarcastic.

However, the people who had other thoughts frowned, and most of these people were cultivators who had cultivated to the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining. They all heard about the grievances between Zhang Yiba and Lu Xia, and even knew that Zhang Yiba had spent a huge amount of spirit stones in private to reward Lu Xia's life, and every time they thought about that spirit stone, they were blushing.

Some people have even seen with their own eyes the fierce combat power of Lu Xia during the first battle of Dao Peak, and now that several months have passed, who can guarantee that his cultivation will always be in place. Moreover, the combat power that Lu Xia showed when he fought against the flying sword just now was even more surprising, and these people hid their superfluous thoughts one after another, for fear of causing death.

But after thinking about it, it seems that Lu Xia has been hit into a demon, and his vitality is greatly damaged, which is a good time to kill him. The opportunity will not come again, and a few people in the crowd were ruthless, and the fierce light flashed in their eyes, and they wanted to make a move on Lu Xia.

As long as he kills Lu Xia and gets that huge reward, then he will have more resources to cultivate. The day is not far off when the Inner Sect Disciples' Promotion Battle begins, and they need abundant resources to support their cultivation, only in this way can they improve their cultivation to the greatest extent before the Inner Sect Disciples' Promotion Battle.

Although it is very disdainful to kill a seriously injured and incapable disciple in front of everyone, as long as he becomes stronger and becomes an inner disciple, then this qiē is nothing.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in gray walked from outside the small courtyard, his steps were light, and there was a faint vitality on the surface of his body, and he seemed to have a not weak cultivation.

"Deacon Wang!" the sharp-eyed handyman shouted loudly when he saw the middle-aged man at the gate of the courtyard, his face flushed with excitement.

The deacon, who is responsible for the execution and management of the affairs of the Qingyang Sect, is divided into three levels: gray, silver, and gold.

The middle-aged man was clothed in gray, and the gray-clothed deacon was generally only responsible for the management of miscellaneous disciples, so the identity of the middle-aged man was about to come out. Except for the deacon who was newly transferred after Song Shichao left, who else?

Deacon Wang looked at the fact that there were so many people surrounded in the small courtyard of the cloister, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he saw Lu Xia, who was surrounded by all the miscellaneous disciples in the middle of the blood-stained brocade clothes, and his eyes were scattered as if he had lost his soul, his face instantly became gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Who did it?" There was a powerful energy on his body that rolled out with the words, which surprised everyone.

"It's actually the ninth layer of Qi refining!" the crowd exclaimed, not knowing who it was.

Among the miscellaneous disciples, the organic spirit man walked out and told Deacon Wang what had just happened, and Deacon Wang's face became more and more gloomy, but when he heard Liu Shangyi's name, his brows still wrinkled slightly.

He stared at Lu Xia, with a flash of helplessness in his eyes, and then saw him coldly scan the crowd of onlookers, and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you still standing? Do you want me to personally ask you to leave here?"

Deacon Wang felt a little ashamed in his heart, since this matter was related to the grandson of the hall master of the punishment hall, then they had to break their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs. After all, with his status in the sect, he would never dare to offend the hall master of the Punishment Hall lightly.

But the onlookers looked at each other, as if they had put another piece on his heart that he already felt aggrieved, and a wave of anger burned in his heart.

At the same time, the majestic vitality on his body surged, crushing towards the surroundings like a mountain and a sea, and the angry shouts resounded in the courtyard: "Get out of the miscellaneous courtyard for me, if you still see outsiders in my Qingzhushan miscellaneous courtyard within three breaths, then Hugh blames Wang for being welcome!"

The gravel burst out in the courtyard, and the dust was rising, and everyone shivered involuntarily, and swept towards the outside of the courtyard, no longer caring about the idea of beating Lu Xia.

You must know that deacons have the privilege of cutting first and then playing, if they provoke Deacon Wang to be angry and kill them, then they can only admit it, after all, not everyone has a strong backstage like Liu Shangyi.

However, in just two breaths, only the people of Qingzhu Mountain were left in the small courtyard of the corridor, surrounded by bamboo waves, surrounded by white clouds in the sky, everyone looked at Lu Xia, and the whole courtyard was extremely quiet.

After half a ring, Lu Xia suddenly stood up, his eyes empty and confused, like a walking corpse, staggering towards the bamboo building, leaving everyone with a lonely but deep despair back, as if isolated from the world.

"Hey, it's actually the fluctuation of the vitality of the fifth layer of Qi refining? Did I sense it wrong?" Deacon Wang looked at Lu Xia's back, as if he remembered something, and gasped.

"I was actually hurt by the Dao heart, the person who shot must have premeditated, it is really vicious!" Deacon Wang's eyes flashed with essence, and muttered: "This level can only rely on yourself, whether to rekindle your faith or completely sink depends on your creation!"

Lu Xia walked slowly, as if he was subconsciously walking towards the bamboo building next to the small courtyard of the cloister. As he walked, the cultivation in his body gradually melted like ice and snow, and then flowed back into the sea of qi and no longer flowed out.

The strength in his body was also slowly dissipating, as if in this short period of time, Lu Xia had lost all his cultivation and turned into a mortal, his thin body was trembling gently, just like the helplessness and despair after the qualification test seven years ago.

Lu Xia's eyes were dim, he pursed his lips lightly, looked around at the familiar environment, and suddenly felt that everything had become extremely gray, and he couldn't see the slightest hope.

There were dark clouds as black as ink drifting from afar, completely obscuring the daylight, and the whole world instantly darkened.

After a while, Lu Xia walked into the bamboo building, slowly climbed down the stairs to the second floor, and immediately sat cross-legged on the futon. The smoke curls from the small dings next to the futon, and the sandalwood is fragrant.

His empty eyes were cast into the distance along the window, and his breathing was smooth and natural, but he did not draw a trace of heaven and earth aura.

I don't know how long it took, his five senses began to gradually weaken, and faintly, his life breath was also slowly passing away.

Time is slowly passing, and the night is quietly falling, and the chirping of insects and birds echoes leisurely with the sound of bamboo waves blowing through the bamboo forest in the night breeze.

Gradually, a round of early sun crept out of the edge of the sky, and the light spread out, dispelling the night.

The green silk turned into snow, wrinkles piled up, and the breeze swept Lu Xia's long hair, which was as white as snow, and his face under the silver hair was wrinkled. However, at the age of sixteen, he has become like an old man whose life is about to come to an end.

In his sea of qi, the original churning vitality seemed to be fixed by an inexplicable force, the Heaven Concealment Fu was dim, and the Heavenly Sword lay quietly in the middle of the sea of qi, exuding a sad atmosphere, as if regretting something.

"The frog at the bottom of the well!", "Strength is respected!", "Nothing is a laughing stock!", "Killing you is no different from slaughtering a dog!" These words constantly floated and reverberated in Lu Xia's sea of knowledge.

There are countless black air dragons swimming in his sea of consciousness, and the black air dragons have a rotten aura, constantly corroding and assimilating Lu Xia's sea of knowledge.

And Lu Xia stood suspended in the air in the sea of knowledge, and the bursts of chanting around him were like magic sounds, making his expression distorted and hideous, as if he was suffering extremely intense pain.

"Where is the Tao, the Tao is in the heart!"

In the sea of knowledge, Lu Xia's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes, which were good in the wind, and finally turned into a five-clawed golden dragon and swayed upward, roaring and shaking the sky, and the entire sea of knowledge seemed to have been greatly impacted, and shook violently.

At the same time, a trace of ripples suddenly appeared in Lu Xia's sea of qi, which was like a strong wind blowing in the sea, which instantly shook the entire sea of qi, the golden light was shining, and the sound of the waves came and went, deafening.

And the vitality was also surging and agitating, the exercises in his body operated on its own, and the vitality in the sea of qi turned into a white dragon and rushed out of the sea of qi, swimming among his limbs and eight remains.

The roar of qi and blood sounded, and Lu Xia's aura continued to increase, and a touch of blackness began to appear in his silver hair. And this qiē is just the beginning, Lu Xia's silver threads are flying, but it is just a moment of kung fu, and he has completely returned to normal, and his black hair is scattered like a waterfall, adding a bit of evil charm to him.

"He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills. The avenue is three thousand, I cultivate me, I will not perish, and I will open the sky!"

Lu Xia muttered in the sea of knowledge, and purple lightning in the sea of knowledge swept by, illuminating the void. And the ancient texts that had been silent for a long time were also lit up, and the ancient and mysterious chanting shook the heavens, and the Taoist rhyme was pervasive, suppressing the heavens.