2037: C2037 Keep an Eye on Them!

C2037 Keep an Eye on Them!

"Predecessor, Rong Bing..."

Yunque Zi was very afraid of Saint Qianmo. She was so scared that her body trembled. She clasped her fists and wanted to explain.

"Reporting to your mother!"

Saint Qianmo slapped Yunque Zi to the ground, causing blood to spurt out of his nose and a few teeth to fly out.

Saint Qianmo suppressed the Cultivation Level. Otherwise, with a slap, Yunque Zi would immediately turn into ashes!

It wasn't very harmful to Yunque Zi, but it was extremely humiliating.

Just now, he was still high and mighty. But now, when she met a saint, she wasn't even as good as a dog.

Saint Qianmo shouted sternly. "You accused my disciple of killing people. Do you have any evidence?"

"You dare to force people to stay without any evidence. What are you trying to do?"

"Are you going to start a war with my sect?"

"Is it because I have always been kind to others, loving and attacking, never using the Cultivation Level to suppress others? Do you think that I am easy to bully, that my Luo Ying Sect is easy to bully?"

"Disciple, disciple doesn't dare..."

Skylark was so scared that she was shivering. The other disciples were so scared that they all took a few steps back and stopped fighting.

At this moment, Yan Nanxian and Zhao Feifei who had received the message also arrived.

Yan Nanxian looked at the blood and broken limbs on the ground in fear and said in a sorrowful voice, "What, what is going on? How did he die just like that..."

"Master, it's my fault that I didn't protect him well! "Senior brother was killed by the devil generals. I wish I could kill myself to thank the world!"

Skylark cried out in grief. The other disciples also wiped their tears, showing the sorrow they should feel.

"Pffft! My son!"

Yan Nanxian's heart was burning with anger. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed and he almost fell from the sky.

Although Cultivator had gone through a lot of hardships, it was still hard for him to break the bond between father and son.

It was a great tragedy for a white-haired man to give up his black hair.

It was as if a knife had cut through his heart. This was something that no one could bear.

"Master, if you are sad, just cry!"

Zhao Feifei's face was full of tears. She felt sad from the bottom of her heart.

She grew up in her sect and grew up with Yan Beifei. They were childhood sweethearts. They were like siblings who were lovers.

That kind of relationship was already inseparable. It was as if they were connected babies.

Now that her senior brother was dead, she felt as if her heart had been torn apart. She simply wanted to die.

"Aaaaah! My son!"

Yan Nanxian fell to the ground without any image. Holding the sand that was stained with medicinal bloods, he grabbed the ground with his head and opened his mouth wide. He wailed like a Child who had lost his beloved toy.

"My son Beifei was originally a heaven warping genius and had the appearance of Sect Leader, but he actually died here and lost his life..."

Yan Nanxian howled in pain. He raised his head and roared. Blood and tears rolled down his face, as if he was a demon beast that had lost its cub.

Once he reached the Soul Formation Stage, his flesh and blood would contain his own laws and principles, and he would often be able to be reborn with a drop of blood.

But at this time, Yan Beifei's flesh and blood had been contaminated by the demonic laws, and his own laws had been destroyed.

It was as if a mortal had encountered nuclear radiation. Even the genetic map and gene sequence had changed. Naturally, they could not replicate themselves.

In other words, in a fundamental sense, Yan Beifei had truly disappeared from this world. There was no possibility of resurrection.

"Yan Predecessor, people can't come back to life after death. My condolences!"

"Yes, Brother Yan. Bei Fei died in the hands of the demons. We should not be drowning in sorrow and unable to extricate ourselves. Instead, we should pull ourselves together and kill more demons to comfort his soul in heaven!"

Lian Hua Hun and the others went forward to persuade him.

It wasn't a complete courtesy and pretense, but the sorrow of the dead fox and the others.

This world was extremely dangerous and ever-changing. Who would have thought that the next one to die would be the next one to die? Was it himself?

"Ling'er, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't feel burdened, continue searching for that toad."

However, Saint Qianmo ignored him. Her expression was full of disdain. She almost said that she deserved to die.

"Yes! Elder!"

Huang Linger bowed deeply and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Yan Beifei stared at Huang Linger and said coldly.

"Predecessor, what can I do for you?"

Huang Linger's pretty face had just recovered its color. She turned pale again and said in a trembling voice.

This delicate and weak attitude caused Saint Qianmo to return her favor. She looked coldly at Yan Nanxian and said, "Ling'er, don't be afraid of him. This elder is here!"

Yan Nanxian didn't even look at Saint Qianmo but continued to stare at Huang Linger.

"I'm staring at you. Be careful! Don't let me catch your little tail!"

Huang Linger's expression turned serious. She looked at Yan Nanxian for a moment. Seeing that he was silent again, she said,

"Predecessor," she said. Are you finished? "Can I go now?"

"Let's go!"

Yan Nanxian gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Linger for more than ten seconds before he coldly shouted.

"Master, let this disciple keep an eye on her. I am willing to make up for my mistake."

"If senior brother's death is related to this girl, this disciple will definitely find evidence and kill him to comfort senior brother's spirit in heaven!"

Yunque Zi threw himself at Yananxian's feet and said with a sobbing tone.

Yan Nanxian lowered his head and looked at Yunque Zi. His eyes were cold as he coldly said:

"You're too useless. Why did Beifei kill you? You're so close to me that you don't even know. What do I need you for?"

"Master, this disciple is guilty. Don't kill me!"2

Skylark was terrified to the point her soul almost left her body, and she hurriedly flew backwards like a shooting star while crazily begging for mercy.

"Everyone, Predecessor and Fellow Daoists, help me put in a good word, ah..."

However, before she could finish her sentence, she let out a miserable scream as she pointed at the sky.

When he looked at his chest, he saw a terrifying bloody hole.

It was the divine treasure that had been pierced through, the gods had been killed, and the Cultivation Level had been destroyed.

"Ah! Master, you are so cruel!"

Skylark was stunned for a moment, and a deep look of despair appeared on her face. Then, she fell to the ground, crying and screaming miserably.

"What a disgraceful thing. If I had been cruel, you would have lost your dog life long ago!"

Yan Nanxian's expression was cold as he ordered coldly:

"None of you should pay attention to him. Leave him here and let him fend for himself!"

"Yes, Master!"

Many of the Tian Luo Sect disciples around them responded with trembling voices.

Such punishment was even more terrifying than being killed. Throwing a person who didn't have the Cultivation Level in a place full of demonic creatures. Death was indeed terrifying, but the process of waiting for death was even more terrifying.

"Ah - Master, don't!"

Skylark howled miserably, and her eyes were filled with blood and tears. The miserable screams made one's hair stand on end.

However, not many people sympathized with her.

This person originally liked to bully the good and bully the good by relying on the name of Yanan Xian.

Today, he had suffered a backlash, so it was only natural for him to do so.

"Zhao Feifei, lead a few disciples and keep an eye on them!"

Yan Nanxian looked coldly at Huang Linger and did not conceal his suspicions towards her.

"Disciple understands!"

Zhao Feifei stared at Huang Linger and gritted her teeth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with killing intent and her gaze was extremely cold.

- - The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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