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There were quite a few monks present. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are more than ten masters of info foundation building.

Such a large group of people, after working together to kill Heijiao, were already frightened and overwhelmed before they had time to cheer and rejoice.

The young man descended from the sky, and his power was amazing, and he was afraid that compared with the predecessors of the human immortals, it was not much better. It's just a black Jiao, how can it attract such a master?

The old man in the crowd was also stunned, but unbelievable. He and several middle-aged monks on the left and right looked at each other, then forced their composure, took a step forward, and raised their hands to speak.

Yes, he recognized the blameless. The three juniors beside him, as well as a few junior Yushi, also knew that they were not to blame. But the other party gritted his teeth, obviously turning his face and not recognizing people.

The old man secretly felt bad, and hurriedly shouted: "Return to the mountain gate......"

Before he could shout, more than a dozen foundation building masters behind him had already stepped on their sword lights and turned around and fled. At the moment of life and death, no one dares to slack off. The remaining Yushi disciples then ran away, and they were in a mess. And he himself has not yet left, and he hurriedly exclaimed: "My subordinates are merciful......"

I saw that the figure squatting next to Hei Jiao suddenly disappeared, and then more than ten sword lights broke through the wind. In an instant, screams erupted. The foundation building monks who had just jumped up from the ground fell one after another, and they were all pierced through the thighs by flying swords, and none of them were spared, but before they fell to the ground, they flew upside down with a "bang", and fell on the slope in front of the cliff one after another, and there was a cry of pain.

The old man was anxious, angry, and helpless.

It was just a short breath, and the juniors and disciples all suffered. And he could only watch, and he couldn't stop it. Or rather, he was powerless to stop it.

In an instant, someone appeared from mid-air, with more than ten sword lights hovering under his feet, and shouted in a deep voice: "Whoever dares to move half a step, I will waste his legs-"

The twenty or thirty Yushi disciples were already so frightened that they lost their souls, and no one moved their steps anymore, just stared at the figure that was proudly volleying in the air.

Those are all the predecessors of Zhuji, stepping on a flying sword, but they were knocked to the ground, and none of them escaped. Who would dare to escape?

The old man couldn't bear it anymore and said, "No blame, this is Ziding Mountain, you have to be presumptuous!"

Blameless was still standing in the air, with a chill on his face. He glanced down and said coldly: "Ziquan, you provoked me three times and twice, and killed my Heijiao again today, if I spare you again, there will be no justice in this world!"

The old man is Ziquan. And that group of monks were the disciples of Ziding Mountain.

When he was looking for Heijiao, he happened to pass through Ziding Mountain, and saw the movement here from a distance, so he rushed over without thinking too much. Who expected to be a step late, and Heijiao died tragically on the spot. His shock and anger were beyond comprehension.

Heijiao came from the underground abyss of Canglong Valley and was raised by him, although it also caused trouble, but it also brought him a lot of fun. Especially when he feels lonely, at least he has a companion by his side. He placed the black Jiao in the Hongling Valley and was always at ease. And just as they were reunited, this little friend died tragically at the hands of a group of monks!

On the slope below the cliff, more than a dozen foundation-building monks fell into a heap, still panicked and groaning, miserable and embarrassed. A few feet away, there was the dead black Jiao. In the distance, there were feather disciples standing stiffly.

Ziquan looked at the situation around him and sighed: "No blame, you want to kill me, it's up to you for the time being." And you and my festival will not harm others. Please let my fellow ...... go" He paused for a moment and hesitated: "Your black Jiao, this black Jiao is wild and ownerless......"

"Who said that the Black Jiao has no owner, I am the owner of the Black Jiao!"

Blameless flicked his big sleeves, and the sword light hovering under his feet disappeared instantly, and then floated down from mid-air, landing on the hillside with a "bang". He glared fiercely at Zi Quan, who was retreating, and then raised his hand and pointed: "Who said that it can't cause trouble to others? Zi Zhen, Zi Yuan, and Zi Jian, don't they deserve to die?"

On the hillside below the cliff, three middle-aged men hid in the crowd, their heads bowed while binding the sword wound on their legs. It was Zi Zhen, Zi Yuan, and Zi Jian, and when they heard the sound, they were panicked again. Relevant rumors have long spread throughout the major immortal sects. And someone suddenly came here just to seek revenge?

"You and my festival involve mundane grievances, many rights and wrongs, it is inevitable!"

Ziquan shook his head, very helpless, and after a moment's pause, he said unexpectedly: "You...... Are you really the owner of the Black Jiao?"

"If not, how did I find it?"

Blameless asked rhetorically, and said with a compelling momentum: "Who killed my Heijiao, and quickly apologized for his crimes." Otherwise, no one will ever want to leave this place alive!"

The meaning of his words was to ask the dozens of people present to bury his black Jiao!

Ziquan's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "No blame, you don't want to bully the weak and rob ...... while the fire is hot."

"Hehe, I also have this day of bullying!"

Wu Blame couldn't help grinning and sneering, and his face sank again: "What can I say about robbing while the fire is on? Where is Fang Danzi's old man, he won't get out to save his apprentices and grandchildren......"

Ziquan was stunned: "You...... You don't know anything?"

Wu blame lost his patience, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Old thing, if you dare to make a fool of me, believe it or not, I will break your legs first, and then let your soul fly!"

Ziquan only felt Sensen's chill coming to his face, and he couldn't help but shiver. He took two steps back again, and hurriedly raised his hand: "My senior uncle and uncle have been taken away by the Shenzhou envoy, and there is no one in Ziding Mountain who is an immortal predecessor, let alone your opponent......"

Blameless's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he was silent

"At this time last year, you escaped from Wanling Mountain. The Shenzhou envoy can't chase you, so he is angry with the major immortal gates of the Shenzhou. It is said that the immortal masters of each family were imprisoned at the foot of Yushan. My uncle and uncle were naturally not spared. ”

Zi Quan looked at the blameless expression in his eyes, and then said: "All the immortal sects, the dragons have no leader, but they dare not rebel, so they have to live in such a panic. On the occasion of today, a black Jiao broke into the medicine garden in the back mountain and destroyed the elixir in the courtyard. The mountain patrol disciples drove away, but it bit several people to death one after another. In my anger, I gathered my fellow men to surround and suppress them. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "I really didn't know that Heijiao had a master before, but a big mistake has been made. And you not only injured more than ten of my junior brothers, but also killed people to bury that beast. Hehe!" He smiled bitterly and sighed: "You are now the Supreme of Shenzhou, what is it to kill a few people......

"Yushan?"

There was no blame for a moment, and the murderous aura around him gradually disappeared. And he still lowered his head, thoughtfully, did not wait for a response, and then asked: "What is the purpose of the Shenzhou envoy to detain the masters of each family?"

Ziquan didn't think much about it, and blurted out: "It is said to be the Jade Mountain of the Western Zhou Dynasty, which is a forbidden land in the high cold. As for the intention of the Divine Continent Envoy, why bother asking, it's not to force you to show up and hand over your Nine-Star Divine Sword!" He said this, and there was a little more tragic meaning in his words: "But there is a mistake, and I can't escape the blame." You might as well kill me, and just beg for mercy from all the juniors and disciples!"

The dozens of monks present, whether they were foundation building masters or junior feather scholars, were all staring at the movement here, as if they had a heart in their hearts, and suddenly there was a sad voice.

"Senior brother, you can't leave ......"

"Senior brother, you promised Uncle Shi to take care of the mountain gate......"

"Elder, the disciples are reluctant......"

"Master, woo woo ......"

There are those who sincerely retain, those who reminisce, those who cherish others, and those who cry emotionally. All of a sudden, the valley was filled with true feelings and gloomy.

And Ziquan put his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was gloomy, like a posture of looking at death as home.

"That's enough, shut up!"

Wu Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared: "If you don't promise Fang Danzi not to kill his disciples, it's useless to let you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" He raised his hand again and scolded Zi Quan: "Dozens of fellow Daoists, no generation of you will die." Such hypocrisy is not worth a brute!"

He turned around and grabbed the black Jiao on the ground and flew away.

Ziquan slowly opened his eyes, and there was no figure in front of him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was full of gloom.

A man with a big bow on his back slowly approached, still with tears on his face: "Master, the disciple is willing to die on behalf of your old man......"

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Red Ridge Valley.

In the Hongling Valley in the shade of green peaks, the fairyland-like scenery is the same as before.

On the hillside on the west side of the lake, there is another mound of earth. In front of the mound sat a man in white, looking lonely.

Wu Yi brought the remains of the black Jiao to the Red Ridge Valley and buried it on the shore of the beautiful lake. After being busy, he did not leave, but sat aside, alone depressed and sad.

Black Jiao, from the Canglong Valley of Gujian Mountain. On the day it was born, it never saw its father and mother, and in its ignorance, it regarded itself as its dear relative and followed it all the way. Remember to leave it here on the way back to Lingxia Mountain. In the blink of an eye, the little guy grew up, and before he could appreciate the vastness of heaven and earth, he died tragically under the flying swords of a group of monks.

When it is under siege, it must be helpless, aggrieved, angry, and desperate. It may have waited for salvation, but it waited for the end of death. Knowing this, I really shouldn't have taken it out of Canglong Valley. It was supposed to dive into the abyss and swim in the sea. The world may be bright, but there is no place for it at all!

Xiao Hei, I'm just a companion like you. If you are far away, go to your father......

Blameless sighed lightly, and his expression was slightly condensed.

Not far away there is also a large mound of earth, covered with a thick layer of grass. Among them, the remains of thirty-two women were buried, and a piece of the past was also buried.

The past is always unbearable. And the past is unavoidable. As the road has been walked or is about to be taken. At this moment, where do we go from here......

Blameless stood up and walked down the hillside towards the lake. When he reached the shore, he lost his mind a little, and then he paced slowly by himself with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Hei died, and died a miserable death. Although he was also sad and angry, he was helpless. Who let it steal the elixir of Ziding Mountain and bite a few disciples to death? Besides, I promised Fang Danzi that if I didn't investigate the past, if I killed Ziquan in anger, what difference would my grandson have no blame for and those dog-like things!

And Fang Danzi and the masters of each family have been imprisoned at the foot of Jade Mountain?

If what Ziquan said is true, the previous worries have finally come true.

Shuheng, sure enough, he didn't give up. And he actually took the immortal masters of each family as hostages, which was really unexpected. From Ziquan's mouth, I learned that that guy had only one intention, to force himself to show up and hand over the Nine-Star Divine Sword.

Hmph, wanting me to hand over the Excalibur is pure wishful thinking!

However, did Qi Sanren and Taixu also suffer?

It seems that only by returning to Lingxia Mountain can we understand the truth. And Ziyan, how is she......