The Ragzi was very afraid of the Saint Qianmo, and his body trembled with fists, clasped his hands and wanted to explain.
"Report to your mother!"
The Saint Qianmo slapped the lark to the ground with a slap, causing blood to flow out of his nostrils and a few of them flew out of his teeth.
The Saint Qianmo suppressed his cultivation, otherwise, with a slap, the skylark will immediately turn into ashes!
It is not very harmful to the Skylark, but it is extremely insulting.
He was still high and called out to other monks like a god, but now, when he met a saint, he was not even as good as a dog.
The Saint Qianmo shouted with a stern voice: "You are defamating my disciples to kill people, are there any evidence?"
"Without any evidence, I dare to force people to stay, force them to fight and kill each other, what is the intention?"
"Do you want to start a war with our sect?"
"Did I always be kind to others, love and not attack, and never use my cultivation to suppress others? Do you think I am easy to bully, and think I am easy to bully by my Luo Yingzong?"
"Disciple, I dare not..."
The sky cleat was so scared that it shivered, and the other disciples were so scared that they all took a few steps back and stopped.
At this moment, Yan Nanxian and Zhao Feifei who received the message also arrived.
Yan Nanxian glanced at the bloodstains on the ground in fear and said sadly: "What's going on? Why did you die well..."
"Master, my disciples are not well protected! My senior brother was besieged and killed by the demon generals. The disciples are in pain and want to commit suicide to thank the world!"
The rattle wailed sadly, and the other disciples wiped their tears, showing the sadness they deserved.
"Puff! My son!"
Yan Nanxian was furious and spit out a mouthful of blood. His body shook and almost fell from the sky.
Although practitioners have experienced hardships, the relationship between father and son is still difficult to break.
It is a great sorrow to send a black-haired man to a white-haired man.
The heart is like a knife cutting, which is unbearable for anyone.
"Master, if you are sad, just cry!"
Zhao Feifei burst into tears in an instant, and sadness came from her heart.
She grew up in the sect and had childhood sweethearts with Yan Beifei. She had a strong relationship, and was like a brother and sister, but also a lover.
That kind of emotional connection has long been inseparable, like a conjoined baby.
Now that her senior brother is dead, she feels like her heart is torn apart, and she is in vain.
"Ahhhh! My son!"
Yan Nanxian fell to the ground without any image, holding the blood-stained sand, snatching the ground with his head, cracking his mouth, and crying loudly, like a child who has lost his beloved toys.
"My son flew north, originally had a magnificent posture and aura of the leader, but he actually died here and died..."
Yan Nanxian howled and roared to the sky, with blood and tears rolling, just like a monster that had lost its cub, making a rolling sound of thunder.
Once you reach the realm of transforming gods, the laws and principles that belong to you are unique in your flesh and blood are often reborn with blood.
But at this time, Yan Beifei's flesh and blood debris had been polluted by the demonic laws, and his own laws were destroyed.
Just like a mortal has encountered nuclear radiation, even the genetic map and gene sequence have changed, so it is naturally unable to replicate itself.
In other words, in a fundamental sense, Yan Beifei truly disappeared from this world. There is no possibility of resurrection.
"Senior Yan, a person cannot be resurrected after death. I am so sad!"
"Yes, Brother Yan, Beifei died at the hands of the demons. We should not indulge in sorrow and cannot extricate ourselves. Instead, we should cheer up and kill more monsters to comfort his spirit in heaven!"
Lian Huahun and others all came forward to persuade him.
It is not completely polite or hypocritical, but it is sad that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.
This world is very dangerous and changing rapidly. Who knows if the next one falls is me?
"Ling'er, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't have a psychological burden, continue to look for the toad."
However, the Saint Qianmo ignored him and looked very disdainful, and he almost said that he deserved to die.
"Yes! Elder!"
Huang Ling'er bowed deeply and was about to leave.
"Slow down!"
Suddenly, Yan Beifei stared at Huang Ling'er and said in a cold voice.
"Senior, what advice do you have?"
Huang Ling'er had just recovered her bloody pretty face, turned pale again, and said tremblingly.
This delicate posture aroused the saint Qianmo's love of protecting her calf. She looked at Yan Nanxian with a cold face and said, "Ling'er, don't be afraid of him, I have this elder here!"
Yan Nanxian didn't even look at the Saint Qianmo, but continued to stare at Huang Ling'er and said:
"I'm staring at you, be careful! Don't let me catch your little tail!"
Huang Ling'er's face was slightly condensed. After looking at Yan Nanxian for a moment, she saw that he had nothing to say, and said:
"Senior, are you finished saying this? Can I leave?"
"Let's go!"
Yan Nanxian gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Ling'er for more than a dozen fingers before shouting coldly.
"Master, let your disciples come and watch her. I am willing to make up for my mistakes."
"If the death of the senior brother is related to this girl, the disciple must find evidence, crush him and kill him, and comfort his senior brother's spirit in heaven!"
The lark pounced at Yan Nanxian's feet and said in a crying voice.
Yan Nanxian looked down at Yunqiuzi, his eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice:
"You are so useless. Why did Beifei kill him? You can't even figure it out if you are so close. What do I want you?"
"Master, I know my guilt, don't kill me!"
The skylark was so scared that all the dead souls were rising. While flying backwards like a meteor, he begged for mercy frantically.
"Dear seniors, fellow Taoists, please tell me a good thing, ah--"
However, before he finished speaking, Yan Nanxian let out a shrill scream as he squeaked as he squatted in the air.
Looking at his chest again, a terrifying blood hole suddenly appeared.
The heart is cold, but the gods are penetrated and the gods are wiped out, and their cultivation is destroyed.
"Ahhhh, Master, you are so cruel-"
Yunluzi was stunned for a moment, and a deep look of despair appeared on his face, then he fell to the ground, burst into tears and screamed in a terrifying manner.
"A shameful thing. If I were cruel, you would have lost your life!"
Yan Nanxian's face was cold and ordered:
"No one of you ignore him, leave him here and fend for yourself!"
"Yes! Sect Master!"
Around them, many disciples of Tianluo Sect responded, and their voices were trembling slightly.
Such punishment is even more terrifying than killing directly. Throwing a person with no cultivation in a place where monsters are full of. Death is terrifying, but the process of waiting for death is even more terrifying.
"Ah-Master, don't!"
The lark howled, blood and tears rolled in his eyes, and the shrill screams were creepy.
But not many people sympathize with him.
This person originally likes to rely on others' power, relying on Yan Nanxian's reputation to oppress the kind and be domineering.
Today, it is natural to be backfired.
"Zhao Feifei, you lead a few disciples and keep a close eye on them!"
Yan Nanxian looked at Huang Ling'er coldly without hiding her suspicion.
"Disciple, understand!"
Zhao Feifei stared at Huang Ling'er, gritted her teeth, and in her beautiful eyes, the murderous intent was extremely strong, and her eyes were extremely cold.