Aoxian Sect, on an empty ground.

Thousands of people stood solemnly with solemn expressions. However, there was some doubt in their eyes, and they didn't know why the sect master wanted to gather the entire sect.

On the high platform, Chu Zhongtian was dressed in black, wearing a white cloth on his head, and his expression was full of deep sadness.

Huang Er's hands were clenched, his green muscles were bursting up, and his face was dark and uncertain.

This made everyone below more and more confused, but seeing Chu Zhongtian's serious face, he didn't dare to ask.

"There's one thing, I'm going to announce..."

Looking at the people standing neatly below, Chu Zhongtian slowly opened his mouth and said a word that made the audience silent.

"Childe, dead. ”

Four simple words, but like a thunderbolt from the sky, directly stunned everyone present!

Son... He's dead?

Everyone was full of surprise, in their hearts, Ling Xian was an omnipotent god!

However, at this moment, Chu Zhongtian said that God was dead, how could they accept this?

However, they all knew in their hearts that Chu Zhongtian would never joke about this kind of thing. So, they gradually accepted this fact, and the shock on their faces gradually turned to sadness.

"God, you don't have long eyes! Childe is such a good person, how can you take his life?"

"Childe is brave and invincible, how could he fall?"

"Damn, who killed Childe, I want to avenge him!"

"Yes, Childe will recreate my kindness, and I must avenge him!"

Everyone looked up to the sky and roared, and in addition to sadness, only anger remained on their faces.

For them, Ling Xian had the grace of reinvention for them, and now that they heard the news of his fall, they naturally felt sad and angry!

"Revenge must be avenged. ”

Chu Zhongtian stretched out three fingers, pointed at the sky, and slowly said a cold word.

"I, Chu Zhongtian, swear here, that I will definitely point to the seven sects and eighteen sects in my lifetime to avenge my son!

The words fell, and thousands of people shouted in unison.

No matter how strong his seven sects were, no matter how ruthless his eighteen sects were, there was only one thought in their minds.

Avenge!

...

When the news of Ling Xian's fall was transmitted back to Yunzhou by Lin Qingyi and others, this state, like Yuezhou, fell into an unprecedented tremor.

Everyone fell silent, and after that, bursts of mournful weeping rang out all over Yunzhou.

Qingcheng, Ling's mansion.

When Ling Tianjiao and Ling Hu were confused and pushed open Ling Tianqing's door, they saw a distressed face.

Then he heard a word full of sorrow.

"He's dead, the greatest pride my Ling family has ever had, dead. ”

Suddenly, Ling Tianjiao was like being struck by lightning, and Ling Hu's tears were like springs.

...

Ten Thousand Swords Sect, above the main peak.

Dao Wuji's white clothes were like snow, his sword pointed at Yuezhou, and his deep starry eyes were full of killing intent, as if even this space was frozen.

This made the Eleven Peaks Lord who came together furrowed his brows, puzzled.

Although the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is now in crisis, it is not to the worst extent, why would the true person in charge of the sect release an earth-shattering killing intent?

But in the next moment, they understood, just because Dao Wuji opened his mouth coldly and said a shocking word.

"He's dead, my Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been glorious for three thousand years, dead. ”

...

Haoran Sect, a valley with pleasant scenery.

Mo lightly wore a green shirt, held a jade slip in his hand, and read softly. There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he was really as graceful and elegant as a humble gentleman, and as warm as jade.

Behind him, a seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy boiled tea in warm water, which was fragrant and refreshing.

After a while, Mo Qingcheng put down the jade slip, took a shallow sip of tea, and showed a little disappointment in his gentle eyes.

"This tea is not good. ”

"Master, this is the top enlightenment tea, how can it be bad?" Dao Tong looked confused.

"The taste of the tea hasn't changed, but the people who drink it together are not there. Mo Qingcheng thought of Ling Xian, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a gentle smile.

"Isn't it enough to call him here, Master, you are now one of the strongest people of the younger generation in Yunzhou, who dares not to give you face?"

"He dares, and besides, the master doesn't dare to be angry. ”

Mo lightly rubbed Dao Tong's little head, and said with a gentle smile: "When you grow up, you will understand." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup, but at this moment, a thousand miles of cranes suddenly flew in front of him.

The information he carried also came into his mind.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's negative color became gloomy, and the teacup in his hand suddenly shattered!

This made the Taoist boy on the side stunned, in his heart, Shizun has always been gentle and elegant, indifferent, and there is almost no time to lose his temper.

But at this moment, it is unprecedented!

"Master, you... What happened?" asked Dao Tong cautiously.

"What happened?"

Mo Qingcheng was silent, and after a long time, he slowly spit out a sentence.

"He's dead, my mentor and friend, dead. ”

...

Taixu Sect, above the peak of thousands of zhang.

Sun Zehao, who had become the head of the Taixu Sect, seemed to cry instead of laughing, and poured a large sip of strong wine, and his internal organs burned like flames, and it was so hot that it hurt.

But he didn't hear it, and still gulped the liquor into his belly, as if he wanted to get himself drunk and sleep forever.

Until, I can't drink it anymore.

After that, he seemed to cry and laugh, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Hahaha, dead, my Sun Zehao's brother, dead!"

...

The Immortal Sect, in a gorgeous flower garden.

A delicate and lovely girl was smiling lightly with flowers, chasing butterflies among the flowers, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Xia Lingmu's gloomy and terrifying face, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at today's Yunzhou, Xia Lingmu can definitely be regarded as the strongest of the younger generation, except for Mo Qingcheng and Sun Zehao, no one can compare with him!

Therefore, the girl couldn't figure out what happened to Xia Lingmu, who could make the sky fall without being shocked, and lost his temper like this.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" the girl asked nervously.

What responded to her was a sentence, a word with a little sadness and regret.

"He's dead, and the opponent I've sworn to chase in this life is dead. ”

The words fell, and the girl was stunned.

She couldn't imagine that Xia Lingmu was already so strong, and the opponent he had to chase after would be so strong?

...

Similar incidents have been staged in Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and Thirty-six Islands.

Whether it was Ling Xian's friend or rival, whether he admired him or hated him, anyone who intersected with him would inevitably have some regret.

That's a stunningly brilliant peerless demon!

Even if you look at the past and the present, it can be called extremely extraordinary. But now, he is dead, which is a great loss for the entire human race!

After all, in this land, in addition to the human race, there are many alien races eyeing each other. What is needed is the peerless Heavenly Pride like Ling Xian, who has the opportunity to impact the supreme powerhouse!

As for Lin Qingyi and the others, after returning to their respective homes, they locked themselves up.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

When asked why, they answered the same thing, with only a short sentence.

"He's dead, my dear, dead. ”