"There is such a vicious evil method that devours other people's primordial infants and primordial gods into their own Dao fruits...... For the sake of heaven!" Lin said angrily, his eyes bursting with edge, as if he was about to pierce the metal book in his hand.

In Yanzhonglin, he looked up at Yan Taiqing, who was close at hand, and asked sharply: "Taiqing, you sue me, have you read this Heart Sutra? Why do you want to hide it from me? Do you want to practice secretly?"

You...... I'm really disappointed! I'll keep this book first, and then I'll find a way to seal it when I get back to the sect, and you can explain to me why you want to hide it ......."

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, and a flying sword pierced into Yanzhonglin's waist and abdomen without warning.

Yan Zhonglin's angry questioning stopped abruptly, his angry expression stiffened on his face, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and his eyes widened and he looked at Yan Taiqing in disbelief.

"You ......"

Yan Zhonglin looked down at his waist, and saw that Yan Taiqing's trembling left hand was holding a flying sword, which had already pierced into his dantian position, and blood continued to ooze out of the wound, and drop by drop fell to the ground.

Yan Zhonglin couldn't believe his eyes, but the severe pain on his body told him that everything was true, and his cultivation was rapidly dissipating, and he lost all his strength in the blink of an eye.

The corners of Yan Zhonglin's mouth overflowed with blood, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Yan Taiqing who was close at hand in a sluggish manner, is this young man in front of him really the nephew he watched grow up?

Why is the young man's eyes and temperament so strange at this time, obviously his appearance has not changed, but he found that he no longer knows the young man in front of him.

In the words, Lin's body shook, although the wound was painful, it was not as distressing as the heart, and it was piercing.

He is not married, has no children under his knees, and has always treated Yan Taiqing as his own son to educate, never expected that Yan Taiqing would actually 'kill his father'.

"For ...... Why?, have I ever treated you badly?" Yan Zhonglin stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Taiqing's shoulders tightly, his eyes were full of tears, staring at Yan Taiqing deeply, wanting to see some clues from Yan Taiqing's eyes.

Yan Taiqing never wanted to kill his third uncle, Yan Zhonglin can be said to be his closest relative in the world, except for his master Xuan Qianzi, he counts Yan Zhonglin is the best for him.

However, Yan Zhonglin blocked his way, making him unable to move forward, and wanted to let him enter the secret realm to practice, and also wanted to build a Xuan Que Zi and the elders to cancel his qualification for inheriting the head of the family.

So, for the sake of power and status in the future, he had to do this.

When he stabbed the flying sword into Lin Dantian, his mind suddenly went blank.

It's not difficult to kill someone, especially since Yan Zhonglin has no defense against him.

But after the flying sword stabbed into the flesh, he clearly felt the pain of killing, and the sword seemed to be stabbed on his body, and countless negative feelings came one after another.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Third uncle, I'm sorry!"

Yan Taiqing said vaguely, his eyes were dazed and panicked, he broke free of Yan Zhonglin's hands, and kept retreating, not daring to face Yan Zhonglin's disappointed and stunned eyes.

Yan Taiqing's left hand kept wiping on the snow-white robe, trying to wipe the blood away, but he found that he couldn't wipe it clean, two lines of cold tears poured out of his eyes, and his face became extremely distorted.

"You forced me! You forced me! Don't blame me!" Yan Taiqing retorted frantically, as if he was blaming Yan Zhonglin, and more like convincing himself to give himself a comfortable excuse.

Although Lin Dantian was stabbed and lost most of his cultivation, his ability to act and think was not greatly affected, and he walked towards Yan Taiqing step by step, and his lips trembled.

"I ...... How did I force you? What did I force you?" asked Yan Zhonglin in disappointment.

Yan Taiqing said in a panic and angrily: "You forced me, do you still want to deny it?"

You want me to enter the secret realm to practice, do you know how dangerous it is to enter the secret realm, and you will die for a hundred lives! Do you want me to die in it?

That's right, Little Master Guzu has also entered the secret realm, but can I compare with her? Do I have the Eight Treasures Red Lotus Spirit Treasure that has both offense and defense? If I enter the secret realm, it will be a dead end!"

In the middle of the words, Lin shouted angrily: "A dead end? My generation's cultivation is already full of dangers, every step is full of dangers, which breakthrough to the Great Realm is not a life of nine deaths?"

If you have the fear of death, how can you cultivate, and if you don't have the faith to live, how can you live?"

"That's your opinion, you're crazy, I'm not, I know I'm going to die, why do I want to go? It's just a miracle to be put to death and then born, do I want to give my life to a miracle?" Yan Taiqing's long hair fluttered, and he asked sharply.

Before he could reply, Yan Taiqing shouted frantically: "You still want to deprive me of the opportunity to become the next head, do you know how many years I have lived under the mask of hypocrisy in order to become the head?"

Since I was a child, I have been the best disciple of this generation, and all the elders praised me, saying that I would inevitably become the head of the Kunlun sect in the future, so I would become the next head as my highest goal.

From the practice to the present, I have tried my best to be a perfect person, I am knowledgeable, I am humble, I am polite and generous, I take care of the overall situation, I am selfless, and I am the strongest in my generation!

I live cautiously, in the eyes of my peers, I am an amiable and respectable senior brother, and in the eyes of my elders, I am a junior who has the demeanor of a gentleman.

In the past 20 years, I have not had a single day of happiness, not a day of true self, and how tired I have been wearing a perfect mask. Don't you feel cruel that you want to deprive me of the possibility of becoming the head of the house?"

Yan Taiqing vomited all his bitterness, his expression was crazy, the more he said, the more he felt that he was justified, he was very wronged, most people heard this, I am afraid they would sympathize with his suffering.

But in the words, Lin Nai is a strong man in kendo, how can he achieve kendo without a firm heart?

After listening to Yan Taiqing's words, he was not moved at all, his eyes were even more angry, and he coldly reprimanded: "Because of this, it is even more important to let a hypocritical junior like you become the head of Kunlun, if you become the head, the Kunlun faction will be buried in your hands."

What are you doing with your gains and losses, is it comparable to the tranquility and prosperity of the whole Kunlun? What's wrong with me doing this, what you say is all an excuse for self-deception!"

Yan Zhonglin's words were like tens of thousands of steel needles, piercing Yan Taiqing's heart, making his face even more distorted, gritting his teeth and pointing at Yan Zhonglin's nose and snorting coldly: "You...... Death is still stubborn!

I am your own nephew, can't you stand on my standpoint and consider me? What a righteous annihilation! Why are you so sure that Kunlun will be lost in my hands, and I will definitely be able to carry Kunlun forward!"

"Ridiculous and pathetic, carry it forward, what do you look like now?" said Lin weakly, his expression became extremely lonely, his spirit was depressed, and the whole person instantly aged ten years old.

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~R1152