() "How did he teleport those Mars that could explode into the minds of these people?" Xue Li was as stupid as he was not sure that there was such a way to kill people in the world. Xue Li was the body of Li Fire, and using fire method was as free as breathing. Even Chen Yunsheng admitted that his attainment in fire method was not as good as him. But now he opened his eyes. From Chen Yunsheng's killing, he saw what he meant to turn decay into magic. The simple fireball technique actually evolved into such a profound fire method.

A monk who flew ten feet into the sky suddenly had a strange bend on his neck, and then fell to the ground with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and died of qi. Countless black human faces scattered from Chen Yunsheng. While using Yuan Magnet and Taoism, he did not forget to urge the soul. Thriller and Zhu Xin were used together. The Chaotianmen present were in a mess. Some people were like crazy beasts and rushed towards their companions beside him. Some were crouching in place, trembling trembling.

Chen Yunsheng seemed to be a machine born for killing. Every spell cast was just right, every blow was accurate, every move was unexpected. Under the destruction of Chen Yunsheng's countless killing methods, there were originally two hundred people standing bustling on the terrace of Yingxianping, and half of them were lost in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was piled with wreckage of various limbs, human organs, and cut pieces of meat. Blood dyed the land black and red, and the dry weeds suddenly became a little weird. In the cold north wind, the stems of the red seizure were shaking, as if they suddenly had another vitality.

The gods in people's eyes became fear, fear of death, reluctance to lose their lives. They were like waiting for the harvested rice ears in the autumn wind, and they were helplessly waiting for death. Faced with Chen Yunsheng's sharp attack, any defense they could organize was futile.

After observing for a long time, Xue Li finally found an opportunity to keep up with Chen Yunsheng. He frowned, and suddenly a wave of orange flame ignited his body, drew a sharp orange light arc, and came to Chen Yunsheng. Xue Li's hand firmly grasped Chen Yunsheng's wrist, faced the dark eyes, and said with difficulty: "Uncle Master, it's enough, it's really enough." (Standard neutral)

A trace of wrinkles appeared between Chen Yunsheng's upside down eyebrows, and suddenly a huge Yuan magnet rose from his arm, throwing Xue Li heavily towards the mountain wall.

Xue Li didn't know how he was thrown on the mountain wall. The moment he touched the rock on his back, he used the White Tiger Skies Golden Technique. A huge sound, dust and gravel were shaken down, and "cracked" hit him. Xue Li felt a pain like a broken back. After moving for a while, he could no longer stand up.

Yi Xiaoyun didn't know where she came from. She excitedly came to Chen Yunsheng, stretched out her arms, and looked at the black eyes, "Master, don't kill again. They have given up resisting."

The black eyes seemed to be filled with destruction, and Chen Yunsheng's mouth curled up slightly, "Don't they give anything for these? There must be someone responsible for these?"

Yi Xiaoyun shed tears, "Master, it's really enough. If the price of defiling here is death, then they have paid enough. More than a hundred people have died. I believe that those dead masters and brothers who died do not want to see more people die. Please stop." (Neutral Kindness)

Chen Yunsheng raised his head, looked at the eternal sky above his head, and asked quietly, "Do you really think so?" No one answered, only the cold wind kept blowing everyone's robes.

"Okay. I won't kill them anymore." The dark sequela in Chen Yunsheng's eyes gradually faded away and returned to his usual gentleness. Yi Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground as if she was exhausted.

Jin Furong had already helped Xue Li up. She looked at Chen Yunsheng with fear. In her heart, even when she was dreaming, she never thought that he would be so crazy. Absolutely neutral)

Cao San stood far away, holding the black longbow in his hand. He seemed to be able to understand Chen Yunsheng's heart-wrenching helplessness, but he could not agree with this behavior. He knew that he had no reason to stop the other party's killing. Before the beginning, Chen Yunsheng gave the other party a lawsuit, even though it seems that this lawsuit is too ordinary now and is easily overlooked. Confused and neutral)

Hei Duanyan was shocked. While he was shocked by the boss's thunder tricks, he also had some fears. How stupid he was at that time and wanted to steal such a person. He also admired Chen Yunsheng more and more. Killings were everywhere in his career as a thief, and even a servant who was not at will might die under his hands. Even if Chen Yunsheng killed more than 100 people in a blink of an eye, he would not feel uncomfortable about it. It was evil to keep order and be vicious)

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Yi Xiaohu walked to Chen Yunsheng, gently helped his sister to the ground, and said slowly: "Master, if you want to restore the glory of the Sky Sect, you need a large number of people. Those former temples and buildings need people to be built. Even if you restore the Lingqi mine, you need people. It is better to let them perform labor service to atone for their sins."

He came to the trembling group of people again and said, "Would you like to do this?"

After a moment of silence, almost everyone agreed to this punishment, even though their consent sound was like the cicadas in mid autumn. Chen Yunsheng looked at Yi Xiaohu and said weakly: "Okay, black and heartbroken, you are responsible for admonishing them."

A sense of honor suddenly rose in Hei Chuan's eyes, "Boss, please rest assured."

Looking at the bloody ground, he shook his head. This was not what he wanted, but it was often difficult to suppress the long black river in the sea of ​​consciousness. "Sweep the place clean." Chen Yunsheng said to the group of people.

He walked towards the road leading to the mountain gate ahead. Xue Li and Yi Xiaoyun had recovered, and they followed behind, Cao San and Yi Xiaohu walked behind Jin Furong.

Along a winding stone road, Chen Yunsheng came to the front of a skewed building. He pointed to the building here and said, "This place was originally an open land, and it was a place where Master Gu Siqin rested, called Ziyun Pavilion."

Continue to move forward, the group came to a higher place. Looking at the weeds all over the ground, Chen Yunsheng sighed, "This is the arena, where the monks of the Sky Sect perform martial arts and remarks."

Xue Li looked at the countless weeds and the sonorous sword marks on the ground, as if he had returned to the murderous arena that was so fierce that he was back.

When they walked up, there was no way. The group each raised their escape light and passed through countless weeds and ancient trees. At the top of a small mountain, Chen Yunsheng stopped to escape light.

"This is Tianxing Book Pavilion."

There was a little more tremor in his voice. Tianxing Pavilion, the place where he had been immersed in countless nights, the lonely lamps there, the ink fragrance there, and the voice of his close friend, were all left in his sea of ​​consciousness like a knives. And now, except for the trees, there are weeds, which are infinitely desolate.

Although Yi Xiaoyun had never seen the grand occasion of the Tianqiong Sect back then, she felt a glory from the master's moving words. She seemed to have seen a seven-story tower and a steady stream of monks' exchanges.

Chen Yunsheng stayed in Tianxing Pavilion for a long time and then flew towards a higher mountain. They stopped in an open ground, and countless flowing clouds were surging under their feet, so they could see all the mountains at a glance.

"This is Paiyun Hall, the largest palace of the Tianqiong Sect, and it is also the place where the disciples of the Tianqiong Sect take morning classes." Chen Yunsheng's heart was not much loneliness, and replaced by a new hope.

"It's time to restore the glory here. I can't wait anymore." Chen Yunsheng's hand trembled slightly.

"How many people were there here together to discuss the truth?" Yi Xiaoyun asked, looking at the open mountain.

"The Tianqiong Sect has more than 1,300 formal disciples. Except for those who are in seclusion, there are always about 1,200 people in the morning class every time." Chen Yunsheng's tone was filled with excitement.

"That's really a big scene." A scene of thousands of people looking at each other appeared in Yi Xiaoyun's mind.

"The road ahead is still long, and it is not easy to restore those buildings built by Jingxin. The bricks and stones and civil engineering used to build the temples must not be ordinary things. I don't know how much effort the founders of the Tianqiong spent on it back then." Cao San sighed.

"Let's go, follow me to the last place." Chen Yunsheng pointed to the other end of the clouds and mountains ahead.

"Where?" Jin Furong asked.

"A place of silence." Chen Yunsheng said lightly.

...

This is a small valley, with pine and cypresses around it, with no weeds on the ground, only exposed rocks. The surface of these dark red rocks is smooth, as if they have passed the walls of j vines for thousands of years. No one knows why they see this kind of plant that doesn't like cold in late winter. The chun vines here are particularly lush, with huge five-finger-shaped leaves swinging lightly in the wind, and the edges of the golden leaves seem to be smiling at everyone.

"I'm back."

Chen Yunsheng knelt in front of the wall, his straight body bent like a long bow, and turbid tears slid from his vicissitudes of face.

"Twenty years have passed, senior brother, senior sister, are you all okay? Is it cold here?"

Chen Yunsheng's body trembled like the dead leaves in autumn.

"Yun Sheng is incompetent and cannot leave even a trace of things that can be missed."

Chen Yunsheng's voice seemed a little fragmented due to excitement.

"Please rest assured that senior brother and senior sister, I will definitely find Sihan. Even if I search all six continents, I will step on the barren land."

Xue Li knelt down dejectedly, and his heart was filled with guilt and helplessness when facing this heartbreaking memorial. If he had a choice, he would rather be himself who disappeared that day, and Ye Sihan came to the White Tiger Altar safely. Unfortunately, there is no if in the world, he could only cry silently and recall the wonderful time he spent with his master and uncle.
Chapter completed!