Together with the remaining members of the Mingjiao tribe in Qingtianwu Mansion, they also left here and headed to where they thought they should go.
The Qingtian Wu Mansion under the morning sun looked particularly tragic.
Ruins and broken walls.
The Wu Mansion that once spanned eight hundred miles was destroyed in one fell swoop.
The faces of those once high-spirited disciples and elders were full of despair and resentment. They looked at the corpses around them and felt that there was overwhelming anger in their hearts that was difficult to vent.
Pei Xiufu was held in Lin Huang's arms, dying, and his consciousness became extremely blurred.
No matter how bright the sun is and how dazzling the light is, it cannot dispel the despair and sadness that hangs over Qingtian Wufu.
The Xuantian Divine Clan retreated.
They dodged a bullet.
But this disaster was too heavy, unacceptable, and heartbreaking. All the beauty was broken in an instant. The former brothers were now broken corpses, and even the corpses could not be found.
The master who once taught me so earnestly turned into white bones.
Those high-spirited disciples who originally had a bright future suffered such a catastrophe, and they will never be seen again in the world.
Everyone in the Qingtian Martial Mansion felt suffocated in their hearts.
A feeling of anger that wants to kill the world.
Why...
Why is the Xuantian Divine Clan so superior and why can it take away the life and death of others?
But!
Even though they have overwhelming anger in their hearts, they have nowhere to vent it at this moment. With the Xuantian Divine Clan, it is difficult for them to match them. The Xuantian Divine Clan was defeated, but they could not find an enemy.
Moreover, they still have to live!
Only by living can you fight!
Only by living can you take revenge!
Only by living and becoming strong can the people who were once high and above be trampled under one's feet one day, just as oneself and others are now, fearful and hateful.
On the thousand-foot cliff, Pei Xiufu leaned on Lin Huang and tried his best to stay awake. However, no matter how Lin Huang injected vitality into the latter, he could not make Pei Xiufu completely open his eyes.
Pei Xiufu was sitting on a thousand-foot cliff, looking at the people of the Qingtian Martial House below, with a sad smile on his face. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, making Lin Huang feel more and more panicked.
"I am the Supreme Elder of Qingtian Martial Palace!"
"I am also one of the Thirteen Killers of Zuojiaming Cult..."
"I have always known that the Zuojia Ming Cult exists in my Qingtian Martial Mansion!"
"Even...in the Wu Mansion for hundreds of years, countless outstanding disciples who disappeared have become members of the Ming Cult!"
…
Pei Xiufu swallowed a mouthful of blood, looked at the slightly turbulent people in the Wu Mansion below, and coughed twice violently, "It was my Zuojiaming Cult who harmed everyone in the disaster of Qingtian Wu Mansion!"
"Therefore, it is my fault, Pei Xiufu, that the martial arts palace that has been passed down for thousands of years is like this today!"
"I will pay you back what I owe you. But..."
Pei Xiufu ignored Lin Huang's stop and stood up tremblingly. He seemed to be holding on for his last breath, and his eyes became sharp, "The Zuojia Ming Cult is right and evil, and it is in my heart, Pei Xiufu. One day, I will also be in the world.
In everyone’s heart!”
"Now, the Xuantian Divine Clan has been defeated! After this defeat, they will surely come back soon! Everyone... leave! As of today, the Qingtian Martial Palace..."
Pei Xiufu coughed violently. He bent down, with a sad smile and tears on his face, and said those two words in a suppressed voice:
"It's gone!"
When Pei Xiufu finished speaking, the expressions of everyone in the Wu Mansion below changed, "The Supreme Elder..."
Several surviving elders stood up. They dragged their broken bodies and looked impatiently at Pei Xiufu, who was about to reach the end of his life.
If Pei Xiufu said that the Qingtian Martial House was disbanded.
That means it's really gone.
"The day when the Xuantian God Clan makes a comeback is when the Qingtian Martial Palace will not leave any chickens or dogs behind. Let's all run for our lives. Facing such a powerful enemy, there is no shame in running away! Just remember that you were once disciples of the Qingtian Martial Palace! You all
One day you will become a strong man! You will make those who once looked down on you fall behind!"
"Only if you survive, will it be possible for the Qingtian Martial Palace to... reappear on earth in the future!"
Pei Xiufu roared loudly, and blood spurted out uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, and his eyes began to turn white.
Lin Huang's expression changed drastically, and he frantically pumped vitality into Pei Xiufu's body.
At the bottom of Qianzhang Cliff, everyone's expressions were frozen, looking at Pei Xiufu who was completely unconscious. Now, they had no time to think about who Pei Xiufu was.
I don’t want to pay attention to Zuojia Ming Cult either.
Not to mention leaving Qingtian Martial Mansion as soon as possible...
All they saw was that the supreme elder who was once disrespectful and cynical was already hanging by a thread!
"Lin Huang..."
Lu Donghuang suddenly walked up to Lin Huang and patted the latter's shoulder.
Lin Huang looked up at the latter and saw Lu Donghuang with his back to him, his towering figure trembling slightly, "Let... give up... Teacher, he can't be saved!"
"You fart!"
Lin Huang suddenly yelled, his voice full of anger, "You are Mr. Pei's disciple, what are you talking about? Mr. Pei is not dead yet, he has hope!"
"Qingtian Martial Palace caused this catastrophe..."
Lu Donghuang spoke slowly. His figure with his back to Lin Huang was trembling more and more, as if he could not stop crying silently, "Teacher has taken all the responsibilities on himself, and he has long since lost his ability to survive."
Heart!"
"Death...is a relief for him!"
Lin Huang's eyes widened, filled with uncontrollable anger, "Even so, I will disobey Mr. Pei! He wants to die, I must let him live!"
Lu Donghuang slowly squatted down with his trembling body, held his face in his hands, but did not speak.
Lin Huang was still frantically sending vitality to Pei Xiufu, and Lin Cangxue, Bai Xiaopang, and the elders of Qingtian Martial Palace all joined in.
I hope Pei Xiufu can be revived with great vitality.
Lin Huang even used the Fire of Nirvana, but once the flames touched Pei Xiufu's body, it actually made the latter's death worse, and it had no effect at all.
Lin Huang was so anxious that his face was covered with veins, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat of panic, but he still couldn't get the slightest sign of Pei Xiufu's life to improve.
"Ahem..."
Suddenly, Pei Xiufu coughed twice, and he seemed to wake up.
There is still a bit of glory on his face.
Lin Huang's face was filled with joy, and then all the smiles froze, and his heart fell into the endless abyss.
——Return to the light!
Lin Huang was so anxious that he hugged Pei Xiufu in his arms, wishing he could move all the energy in his body into Pei Xiufu's body instantly. He stared at Little Fatty Bai with red eyes: "Where is your master Zhao Tianjia?"
Lin Huang turned his head again and looked at Lin Cangxue pitifully: "Where is Li Taixuan?"
Then, Lin Huang looked around again and shouted, "Xue Tianjun!"
However……
Those people, they all left.
No one responded to Lin Huang. He was like a young wolf in the wilderness who was about to lose his parents. He was pitiful, humble, scared, angry, praying...