"The person around Chu Tianming? OK, it's so good!" He heard a sneer. The Mad Dragon Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, rolled up his red scales, and a red dragon aura whistled out, rolling straight towards Xiaoyin.

Isn’t the old man Nie a good man? Since this little silver came out with Lin Feng on his back, he was more or less kind to them. If the ancestor Kuanglong moved him like this, where should he put his face on the old man Nie?

"Old reptile, be rude!" Old Man Nie scolded, and the wooden stick stumbled on the ground, and a powerful force surged out of his thin body like a big wave, bypassing Xiaoyin and eroding towards the red dragon energy.

"boom……"

A strong wind and waves broke out in the hall. Lin Feng didn't care about his breathing and hurriedly called out: "Master, please save Miss Yin!"

Otherwise, they will be finished!

He didn't say the second half because the leader of Mo Yang took action.

"Mad Dragon, you're too much."

With the sound of this angry voice, countless clouds suddenly surged in the hall, which were misty but vast. They fanned like a pair of big hands and directly defeated the red dragon energy!

The Lord of Qinglian Peak shook his barefoot and flashed his body. He pulled Xiaoyin to his side and protected her behind him.

Xiaobai flashed with a flash of light, and opened his mouth and spit out a white moonlight, but it was blocked by the Mad Dragon Ancestor.

After one blow, he saw that Xiaoyin was safe, so he shook his body and returned to Xiaoyin.

The Mad Dragon Ancestor narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiaobai with fear. The red scales appeared on his arm under his sleeves, and there was a shocking crack on his red phosphorus.

"What? I just wanted to ask the little girl about the situation, and the two of you were anxious to attack me? When did the relationship between Wenzong and Ningtian Realm become so good?" The ancestor of Kuanglong asked with a smile without a smile, with some meaning in his words.

Old Man Nie looked at him coldly, "Hmph, I just don't like you, an old reptile, is rampant under my nose."

The head of Mo Yang glanced at the ancestor of Kuanglong faintly and said, "Crazy Dragon, even if you have to ask, it's not your turn to ask more. I feel regretful about the death of the Spirit Beast Holy Son, but have you also said in person... 'If you don't learn skills, life and death will be in your destiny'?"

I was talking about Zhao Yue at that time! How could I know that my disciple would die? The Mad Dragon Ancestor roared in his heart, but his face was covered with ice, and he didn't even say a word.

He looked at Old Man Nie, and looked at the Yunmang Sword Ancestor and Old Man Yuanqi without any trace. The blue veins on his forehead burst, and finally snorted and sat down heavily.

But at this time, the space was still fluctuating, and Honglan came out.

Seeing Honglan, the masters of each peak in Wenzong felt a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, two more figures appeared.

The Yunmang Sword Ancestor and the old man Yuanqi stared at him firmly. For some reason, when the figure appeared, the Yunmang Sword Ancestor's heart was heavily touched, as if it was extremely painful.

An ominous premonition slowly surged from the heart of the old man Yuanqi.

The figure gradually appeared, Jian Shisi appeared in the hall holding the green sword.

Looking at the Qingmang Swordzi, who had already cut off his vitality, the old face of Yunmang Sword Ancestor suddenly turned pale.

But he still came to the hall, squatted down and gently touched Jian Shisi's head, "Child, it's good to come back... it's good to come back..."

His eyes couldn't bear to look at Qingmang Jianzi, but he couldn't bear to look at Qingmang Jianzi. Finally, he closed his eyes heavily and breathed deeply...

The fluctuations in space finally stopped.

The old man Yuanqi's expression changed drastically.

He looked at Caishi Xuanjing and stared at wherever he was looking, but there was only one light spot in Caishi Xuanjing that represented the Qiyuan Realm. Chu Tianming after the breakthrough was then.

"Son of Ziyuan, where is my disciple? Why hasn't my disciple come back yet? Is it wrong?" He asked sternly and looked at Master Mo Yang, but Master Mo Yang returned with a pity look.

The old man Yuanqi fell on the seat dejectedly, his face gradually stiffened.

Many disciples and casual cultivators who had already returned looked at the gradually calming space, looked at a dot of light alone in the colorful stone crystal, and wanted to speak, but found that their throats were extremely dry and their voices were even more hoarse.

"What happened in the Shuxuan Realm...?"

I don’t know who said this and expressed the doubts in the hearts of everyone in the hall.

They knew that the truth had not been completely buried in the world of Shuxuan, and the last group of people must have known something.

Not only the old man Yuanqi, but the other sect leaders also looked at the last few people.

The Yunmang Sword Ancestor did not immerse himself in the sadness for too long. He asked Jian Shisi, another remaining disciple, and said, "Disciple, do you know something? What happened in the end? Why did so many people die in one go?"

"Is it related to Chu Tianming?" asked the Mad Dragon Ancestor.

Jian Shisi was addicted to sadness. When he heard this, he just shook his head dullly, and then said, "It's Ling Yuhang... it's all Ling Yuhang..."

"Ling Yuhang?" The old man Yuanqi, the Mad Dragon Ancestor, couldn't help but be confused. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember which character he was for a moment.

But at this moment, the Yunmang Sword Ancestor was already furious and trembled with anger, "Ling Yuhang! I just knew it was the little bastard who was killed in heaven!"

As early as when the ancestor Yunmang saw the sword injury on Qi Mufeng's body, he had already guessed. Now that he learned that it was Ling Yuhang who killed his most successful successor, he was so angry that he was so angry that he smoked his orifices.

Jian Shisi continued, "Ling Yuhang practiced the magic sword... As soon as he entered the Shuxuan Realm, he kept hunting the sword cultivators. My dozens of senior brothers were hunted by him one after another, and even his sword intent was used to practice the magic sword... Later, he was possessed by ghosts in the Shuxuan Realm and started a murderous act..."

After listening to Jian Shisi's statement, Yunmang Sword Ancestor let out a sad laugh, and he burst into tears.

"You probably forgot who Ling Yuhang is?" He looked around, his eyes as sharp as a sword, but the voice was seven points of bitterness and three points of mockery. "I have told you a long time ago that Ling Jiantian has a son who has practiced the "Demon Sword". This son is cruel and ruthless, and he will become a big trouble for the various sects of my Daoye... But what about you? Who did you hear it? If we had joined forces to force Ling Jiantian to abolish Ling Yuhang's Demon Sword Cultivation, how could this be the case today!"

"Our disciples have paid back what we did not do and the disasters we caused!"

The old man Nirvana silently.

People from the Wenzong lineage also look at their eyes and nose and hearts. All their disciples have come out except Chu Tianming...

The old man Yuanqi was silent for a little and spoke, "You haven't mentioned my disciple... where is my disciple Ziyuan Holy Son? He died in vain at Ling Yuhang's hands?"

"I will kill your precious disciple."

A faint voice sounded slowly at this moment.
Chapter completed!