In the world of cultivation, it is the law of the jungle.
Ning Ziyang's eyes trembled, what Qin Xuan said echoed in his mind.
The strong is respected, he had heard it countless times.
But now, he understands why all living beings yearn for the so-called strong man.
"You two, this matter concerns a third-grade treasure. I'm afraid I've wronged you two!" Xu Chuan stood up slowly and said: "After the soul search, I will make compensation, or even double the compensation!"
His eyes were faint, and the pressure of the peak of Mahayana was faintly revealed.
Neither Qin Xuan nor Mo Qinglian spoke, but a sarcastic voice sounded from the hall.
"They are my Yunyang friends, sect leader, and master. They don't care about the matter of Linxia, and they want to search for the souls of their disciples!"
"Yunyang has inherited the grace of Qingyang Sect for hundreds of years. If this is all, I, Yunyang, will admit it!"
"But now, will even my friends in Yunyang suddenly suffer from this disaster?"
He slowly stood up, holding the shackles on his body, and suddenly raised his head, "Sect Master, this is the rule of Qingyang Sect!?"
There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
"My master's life and death are uncertain, and the facts are not yet known, so the Qingyang Sect wants to search for my Yunyang soul!"
"The world is still uncertain, and we will have to pay an unknown price!"
"This is the Qingyang Sect, does it not distinguish between right and wrong?"
At this moment, Ning Ziyang's eyes seemed to be burning with anger.
Since he entered the world of cultivation, he has cultivated carefully, fearing that if he is not careful, he will suddenly encounter misfortune.
But until now, has he gained anything?
He calls Qingyang Sect his home, and he doesn't want to go to the Qingdi Palace, but is this how Qingyang Sect treats him?
Ning Ziyang suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. Why should a weak person call home? How can he have a way back? In the eyes of the so-called "strong", maybe a thought will lead to no home.
"presumptuous!"
These words stirred up a storm, and in the entire hall, many supreme beings and even great powers stood up suddenly and became furious.
Even Li Ming couldn't help but be startled and looked at Ning Ziyang.
He sighed, "Yunyang, stop talking nonsense and kneel down!"
He was saving Ning Ziyang, the Nascent Soul Lord, who was too weak to win the eyes of many elders.
If a Supreme Master had spoken like this, perhaps the elders would have some thoughts. Unfortunately... Yunyang is just a Nascent Soul, who cares about his life and death?
If one person from Yunyang dies, the Qingyang Sect will not lose anything. There are so many disciples of Nascent Soul!?
The overwhelming pressure from the sky descended like a mountain, and Ning Ziyang's clothes trembled faintly at this moment.
Creaking, creaking sounds resounded from its body, its muscles and bones were squeezing and colliding, enduring the overwhelming pressure.
"Presumptuous!?" Ning Ziyang spoke. There was blood oozing out from between his teeth, but there was a great mockery on his face, "That's all, with such a sect, it's okay not to keep it!"
In his eyes, a touch of cold arrogance emerged, as if he was looking down at the entire hall.
He was once at a high level and was respected by many aristocratic families.
He, Ning Ziyang, has practiced hard all his life and worked a thousand times as hard as others.
"I, Ning Ziyang, will retire from the sect today!"
Every word he speaks is like spitting out the universe, and weighs as much as billions of pieces of stone.
The next moment, he suddenly slapped his abdomen and blood spurted out from his mouth.
The merits of the Qingyang Sect were all abolished at this moment, and its aura, at this moment, almost returned to the Golden Core realm, just like before leaving China.
His hand shook, and the storage ring flew out, hitting the ground with a loud sound.
The robe he was wearing was torn into pieces.
This scene made everyone stunned.
Xu Chuan, Ziyin, Linfeng, Li Ming and others all looked at Ning Ziyang in disbelief.
In Ning Ziyang's eyes, the pupils were filled with flames.
At this moment, he is Ning Ziyang, not Yunyang.
In the past, China...the True Martial Heavenly Lord!
Qin Xuan suddenly smiled and looked at Ning Ziyang.
"It seems that you have made your choice!"
Ning Ziyang's face was pale, and he wiped away the blood at the corners of his mouth with white close-fitting clothes.
"Before, I was too ignorant. People walked to higher places and water flowed to lower places."
"I, Ning Ziyang, am very lucky, right?"
Ning Ziyang smiled and looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian.
"You are indeed lucky!" Mo Qinglian said indifferently.
If she and Qin Xuan were not there, Ning Ziyang would have died by doing this. Even if he did not die, there would be no place for Ning Ziyang to stand in the sky.
There are too many things like this in the world of cultivation.
Among them, how many people can survive?
"Evil disciple, evil disciple!"
"Li Ming, look at it, even the people in Linxia are like this, let alone Linxia!"
"Hiding the treasure, his apprentice punishes the sect. Li Ming, you are truly a genius in this lineage!"
The entire Qingyang Sect was almost boiling at this moment. Even those who had some sympathy for Ning Ziyang and others before and were neutral were furious.
It is a great shame and humiliation for a disciple to withdraw from the sect.
How can this Yunyang be like this?
Lin Feng had a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, Ning Ziyang's actions were exactly what he wanted.
"Yunyang, you are really just as stupid as your master!"
Lin Feng sneered in her heart, her palms suddenly shook, and she said: "How dare you do this, the mere True Lord Yuanying? Today, I will be the Qingyang Sect to get rid of this evil disciple like you!"
Immediately, she was about to take action. At the same time, her peripheral vision passed by Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian, just in case something unexpected happened.
When Ning Ziyang heard the words, feeling the overwhelming pressure, he sneered.
"Evildoer?"
"You are so ignorant!"
"Have you ever known that in the eyes of my friends, crushing you to death is nothing more than crushing an ant to death, and even the entire Qingyang Sect is nothing more than a wisp of dust!"
He turned slightly and looked at Qin Xuan.
"Please, Ning Ziyang should repay this kindness with his life!"
This move made Linfeng pause, and the entire hall was filled with confusion.
Xu Chuan looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian with blazing anger in his eyes.
"Nigga, don't think that you dare to do this just because you have made friends with a few extraordinary people!"
"Even the Supreme Mahayana can never leave the Qingyang Sect today!"
He was so angry that he had never received such humiliation before when he was the head of Qingyang Sect.
"Yunyang is really crazy. Dao Lord is no more than an ant, and our Qingyang Sect is a third-grade sect, no more than a tiny dust?"
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, this evil is simply too self-righteous!"
"Today, Qingyang Sect will not allow you to stay!"
Many powerful men became furious at this moment, and Lin Feng's palm slowly fell on Ning Ziyang.
There was a roar and smoke filled the air.
A faint glow of blood appeared on Ning Ziyang's body.
Lin Feng's hand, in front of the bloody glow on Ning Ziyang's body, was like a mayfly shaking a tree.
Mo Qinglian raised her lips slightly, "Crush an ant to death?"
"Zhenwu, just crush him like an ant!"
She smiled, raised her finger, and suddenly, a bloody hand appeared in the hall. The thumb and index finger of the bloody hand directly pinched Lin Feng, as if pinching an ant.
even
, before Lin Feng could resist, his two fingers smashed together.
Lin Feng, who was in the Return to Void Realm, was directly crushed into blood mist.