After a day and a night's gallop, Xia Liu finally returned to Osmanthus Village.

Mercedes-Benz cars have long lost their original calm atmosphere.

The moment he got out of the car, the aura was no longer reserved, and his body rushed into the sky.

The osmanthus faction was still prosperous not long ago, and a good future belongs to everyone.

Looking at it again today, there is no one left, only the debris of the eyes.

Haozheng's osmanthus faction, the mountain gate collapsed, and the grass and trees fell.

There is no longer the grandeur of the original.

Before Xia Liu came to the mountain gate, his steps were suddenly sluggish.

The pace began to become heavy, and the Buddha could no longer lift it.

"Ye senior!"

Not perceiving Ye Wuya's breath, Xia Liu immediately rushed into the only remaining hall in the Osmanthus Sect.

It used to be a majestic main hall, but now it is in dilapidation, as if it will collapse at any moment.

In the center of the hall is an unsurprisingly wooden table.

Two chairs at the table, two used teacups, where someone once discussed things.

After observing casually, Xia Liu picked up the white paper on the table.

"Xia Liu, Ye Tiande has been here, he left a letter on the table, I'm sorry, my cultivation is still too weak after all, I'm sorry ......"

Two sentences of sorry, full of endless self-blame.

Before leaving home, Ye Wuya promised to protect the mountain gate.

As a result, he couldn't.

I have no choice but to blame myself.

"Senior Ye, how can you say I'm sorry, for me, I'm afraid you've delayed too much. ”

Xia Liu chuckled, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or laughing at the ruthless warm world.

Although angry, Xia Liu's heart was very calm.

Since Ye Wuya was able to leave a message for himself, it meant that his life was not in danger.

But the physical injuries are not known.

Putting down the paper, Xia Liu opened the envelope that Ye Tiande left for him.

As the envelope opened, a dead letter in capital letters came into view.

Looking down, a line of red lettering is dazzling.

"In five days, I, Ye Tiande, will come again, if you don't show up, then I will sacrifice my son's heroic soul within a radius of a hundred miles. ”

Whew!

I can no longer suppress the fury in my body.

Xia Liu's hand shook, and the envelope turned into crumbs and scattered.

"Ahh

Bang bang!!

Without any suppression, Xia Liu shouted violently.

The spiritual energy spread, and when it landed, the sound of explosion broke through the eight wildernesses.

The only remaining main hall also collapsed at this time.

Tile masonry falls.

The people who stood in the main hall did not flee.

Let the rubble strike.

Tile cover brain.

Dust was splattering.

The Osmanthus faction no longer has a good house.

"Ye Tiande, Xuantianmen, one of the Five Immortal Sects of Huaxia, you have come to an end!"

The boiling blood continues to flow.

Xia Liu pulled out his feet that were pressed by the stones, and walked step by step to a cliff in the back mountain.

The maple trees are shaded green, the breeze is astringent, and the teapot on the table is still there.

Xia Liu still remembers that on that day, Guo Po reached a consensus with himself here.

When you come back to this place, the mountain gate is in ruins.

Maybe it's fate.

Sitting on the stone chair, Xia Liu closed his eyes, and the five elements worked quietly.

Since Ye Tiande is coming, he will wait for him here.

Xia Liu wanted to see how he could destroy a hundred miles away!

The scorching sun changed from lunar to lunar month, and I don't know when the clouds condensed in the sky.

The rain began to pour into the land.

This rain lasted for two days and finally turned into rain the size of beans.

Look at it, the rain will not stop for a short period of time.

As the black clouds converge more, the sound of thunder is unbridled in the clouds.

Rumble !!

There were several more bursts of thunder and muffled sounding in the clouds.

Suddenly, more black clouds began to gather in the distance.

Immediately after, the black clouds began to move.

Eventually, it was mixed into the sky above the osmanthus pie.

That's at this time.

Several powerful auras appeared outside the shattered mountain gate of the Osmanthus Sect.

Xia Liu, who closed his eyes tightly, slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of confusion flashed through it.

Then he closed his eyes again, as if everything was so calm and unusual.

"Xia Liuxiaoer, you dare to come back!"

As Xia Liu closed his eyes, a deep voice thundered.

Rumble!!!

The clouds above were disturbed by a powerful qi, and a solid-colored thunderbolt descended, detonating the ground.

In the face of this thunderous power, the powerful monk, Xia Liu did not have any abnormality, and still often sat on the stone chair.

After a while, five figures appeared on the mountainside.

Standing in front was Ye Tiande, the head of the Xuantian Sect.

He was dressed in a solemn costume and stared at the figure under the maple tree with an expressionless face.

The powerful aura spread, causing the rain to dare not infect him.

The fifteenth layer of Qi cultivation made the four people behind him dare not make any sound.

Those four people are all gray-haired and depressed old men.

Although their cultivation was somewhat hidden, they could not escape Xia Liu's divine sense.

Four Qi Cultivation Thirteenth Layer Cultivators.

Come to think of it, they should be at the elder level of Xuantian Gate.

"Xia Liu'er, today I will make you worse than dead!"

As the spell unfolded, the blood in Ye Tiande's body began to boil.

Because he was sure that the person under the maple tree was Xia Liu.

Xia Liu is the murderer of his son!

"Ask, what is human life in your eyes?"

Xia Liu, who had been silent for a long time, opened his eyes, looked at Ye Tiande indifferently and asked.

"This sentence should be me asking you, why on earth are you going to kill my son?"

Ye Tiande endured his temper, he was afraid that he would not be able to control it and tear Xia Liu apart in an instant.

He doesn't want that.

He wants to make Xia Liu's life worse than death!

Only in this way can Ye Chen be dumbfounded.

"Your son sees no one in his eyes, treats others as if they were puppets, plays with them at will, is arrogant, and wants to kill people and seize treasures when he sees that I have treasures......"

There are too many, Xia Liu didn't finish them one by one, but only asked: "What do you think of killing me but being killed back?"

"What's the matter? My son is the young master of Xuantian Gate, the future head of Xuantian Gate, he likes your treasures, that's your luck! He wants to kill you, it's your ancestor who has accumulated virtue!"

Ye Tiande looked at Xia Liu arrogantly.

How can the poor and humble Ye Xiu be compared to Xuantianmen, one of the five great immortal gates in China?

"The decay of a sect is not the work of its disciples, but that they do not have a good leader, and their leaders are full of water in their heads, which is wider than the sea. ”

Xia Liu once again witnessed what it means to be brain-dead.

After living for such a long time, Ye Tiande still has this kind of thought.

Do you really think of yourself as a master?

Do you really think that you are a noble body, and other people's lives are grassy?

"Hmph! Give you a chance, waste your hands and feet, and spare your life!"

With a cold snort, Ye Tiande stopped talking other nonsense.

Today, with his cultivation of the fifteenth layer of Qi cultivation, plus four elders of the thirteenth level of Qi training.

Even if Ye Wuya is again, it will be difficult to protect Xia Liu.

"There are too many people in the world who want my life, but unfortunately, there will only be one result when they meet me......"

Xia Liu slowly stood up from the stone chair.

looked at Ye Tiande fearlessly and said, "As for you, it will not be an exception......