The execution hall is located halfway up the mountain where Xuanyun Sect is located, with a cliff behind it. There are rumors among the disciples that once caught in the execution hall, it will be difficult to get out.
A pair of stone lions lie at the entrance of the torture hall, with angry and majestic eyes. They add a bit of majesty and a bit of coldness to the plain and boring doorways, making them daunting.
"Report to Master, Wei Zong will bring you here." Fang Zhan stood at the door and said respectfully into the execution hall.
"Come in."
An indifferent voice came, with a touch of majesty. From the sound of the voice, you could tell that the speaker had been in a high position for a long time.
Wei Zong followed everyone into the execution hall.
The execution hall is a hundred meters long and wide. It is a square hall with a row of execution hall disciples standing on both sides. There is a big chair in the front, carved from sandalwood to represent the authority of the punishment hall elders. A majestic middle-aged man is sitting there.
On top of it, he rested his hands on the armrests casually and looked down.
This is the elder of the execution hall, Zhang Xinyuan.
This was Wei Zong's first real meeting with him. Wei Zong narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man opposite.
Although Zhang Xinyuan's hair is gray, it is neatly groomed, his eyebrows are thick, his eyes seem to pierce people's hearts, his nose is straight, and his mouth is slightly pursed. Although he is already a bit old, you can still see his youthfulness from his face.
Shi was also a rare handsome man.
He just sat upright on the chair, showing a calm and confident attitude.
While Wei Zong was sizing up Zhang Xinyuan, the other party was also sizing him up.
Zhang Xinyuan quietly looked at the disciple in the hall who was looking at him unscrupulously. When the other disciples saw him, they would all be trembling with fear, shrinking and not daring to raise their heads.
It really looks like her.
Zhang Xinyuan looked a little dazed. In his eyes, Wei Zong's face gradually overlapped with a delicate face, and his thoughts drifted into the distance.
…
Two years ago, the Xuanyun Sect was filled with shouts of killing.
In a small house in the back mountain of Xuanyun Sect, Wei Xiuzhu was running around anxiously.
"How could this happen? How could the formation be destroyed? Damn it, why could something go wrong at this time?"
"Husband, don't you still have a spare formation plate? If you replace it with it, as long as you can activate the mountain protection formation, we still have a chance." Beside him, Duan Zhihe comforted him.
"However, that formation plate is only a semi-finished product. Whether it will succeed or not is still a matter of time... Forget it, let's just treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor." Wei Xiuzhu made up his mind.
"Haha, you have no chance." Arrogant laughter came from outside the door.
"Who!" The two of them were startled and looked towards the door.
They saw Zhang Xinyuan walking in with a few people, whom they knew and were the elders of Feiyun Sect.
The moment he saw Zhang Xinyuan, Wei Xiuzhu understood everything, why the Feiyun Sect, which had always been evenly matched, suddenly launched an attack, and why there was a problem with the formation at the critical moment. The person in front of him was obviously the culprit.
"Zhang Xinyuan, you actually betrayed our master." Wei Xiuzhu gritted his teeth.
"Senior brother, why is this?" Duan Zhihe was even more unbelievable, not daring that his senior brother would betray the sect.
Hearing Junior Sister's question, Zhang Xinyuan felt slightly guilty, but soon became determined. He said solemnly to Duan Zhihe: "Junior Sister, those who understand the current affairs are heroes. The Xuanyun Sect is already declining, so it is better to join the Feiyun Sect.
Good way out.”
"If you say anything to them, they will be killed." The people behind him were obviously a little impatient.
Zhang Xinyuan frowned. He was used to being dignified. He had never been scolded like this. However, the situation was stronger than others, so he had to endure it.
"You go and deal with Wei Xiuzhu, and leave Duan Zhihe to me." Zhang Xinyuan replied.
"snort!"
Those few people did not refute. Zhang Xinyuan wanted to deal with Duan Zhihe alone, and they were happy and relaxed.
Soon, Wei Xiuzhu was killed on the spot. Logically speaking, even if it was many against one, Wei Xiuzhu, as a perfect Tiangang realm warrior, should not have been killed so quickly. However, his strength seemed to be limited by something.
The strength he exerts is only around the early stage of Tiangang Realm.
Zhang Xinyuan, on the other hand, was not in a hurry to take action. He just looked at Duan Zhihe dreamingly: "Junior sister, why do you hang yourself on the tree of Xuanyun Sect? As long as you marry me, as long as I am here, they
I won’t do anything to you. When the time comes, we can go to Feiyun Sect together.”
However, Duan Zhihe didn't even look at him. She watched helplessly as her husband was shot to death in front of her eyes, feeling as if her world had collapsed.
Hearing Zhang Xinyuan's words at this time, Duan Zhihe only felt sick and nauseated. She said coldly: "You can dream, I will not marry you even if I am a ghost."
After saying that, she knew that this disaster was inevitable. Her husband was dead. How could she endure the humiliation and survive? But she didn't know what happened to Zong'er. She sighed deeply, drew her sword, and killed herself resolutely.
"Junior sister!"
Zhang Xinyuan was shocked and rushed forward, but unfortunately it was too late.
All that was left to him was Duan Zhihe's limp body that fell to the ground.
"Why! Junior sister! Would you rather die than accept me?"
Zhang Xinyuan stumbled and hugged Duan Zhihe's body, his voice trembled, and an aura of despair came out of him.
"Okay, it's just a woman who died. Don't forget the agreement you made with our sect master." The person who spoke was a skinny old man. It was him who gave Wei Xiuzhu the final blow just now.
"What did you say!"
Zhang Xinyuan suddenly turned his head and stared at him, his eyes had turned blood red, and his face was ferocious, like a ferocious beast that wanted to choose people.
"No...nothing." The old man was startled and took a few steps back.
Seeing this, Zhang Xinyuan sneered and said in a hoarse voice: "I will do what I promised to Xiang Feibai, but don't bully me too much." After saying that, he ignored the old man and just looked at him dreamingly.
Duan Zhihe's face, his hand gently caressing it.
…
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Wu, the nephew at the side, saw that Zhang Xinyuan was silent for a long time and seemed to have lost his mind, so he couldn't help but remind him.
Zhang Xinyuan never married and only had two nephews, Zhang Wu and Zhang Yuan. Zhang Wu had outstanding talent and was especially liked by him. He took him with him and regarded him as his own son.
Zhang Xinyuan slowly came back to his senses. Maybe it was because he was getting older and always liked to recall the past.
"Zhihe..."
he murmured.
"What! Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Wu was a little confused.
"It's nothing." Zhang Xinyuan calmed down, looked at Wei Zong again, and shouted in a deep voice: "Wei Zong, you harmed your fellow disciples and ignored the sect's laws. Do you know your sin!"
Finally arrived, Wei Zong stood a little bored. The old man had a confused expression after seeing him, which made him feel a little cold. Now that he was officially launching an attack, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Returning to the elder, I didn't harm any of my fellow disciples. It's just that Wu Quantai was beaten a few times. As soon as the disciple touched him, he fell down. You can't blame me." Wei Zong replied, neither humble nor arrogant.
It's a joke, it's impossible to admit a confession, and he's not afraid of falling out at worst, and he doesn't even look down on a person in the late Tiangang stage.
"Be brave and refuse to plead guilty. The crime will be increased to one level. Disciples, take it down for me and take it to the prison of the execution hall." After hearing the order, all the disciples of the execution hall drew their weapons one after another and slowly surrounded Wei Zong.
He has the attitude of killing on the spot if he resists.
Wei Zong sneered and was about to take action.
At this time, a long roar came from outside the execution hall. In the distance, a voice came.
"Junior brother Zhang, why go to war over an outer disciple?"