"Senior, please …"
Skylark was very afraid of Saint Qianmo. He was so scared that his body trembled. He cupped his fists and wanted to explain.
"F * ck your mother!"
Saint Qianmo slapped Skylark to the ground, causing blood to spurt out of his nose and a few teeth to fly out.
Saint Qianmo suppressed her cultivation. Otherwise, Skylark would have turned into ashes with that slap!
It wasn't very harmful to Skylark, but it was extremely insulting.
Just a moment ago, he was high and mighty and ordered the other cultivators to leave like a god. But now, he was worse than a dog in front of a Saint.
Saint Qianmo sternly shouted, "You said that my disciple killed someone. Do you have evidence?"
"Without the slightest evidence, you dare to force him to stay. What are you trying to do?"
"Do you want to start a war with my sect?"
"Is it because I have always been kind to others and have never used my cultivation to suppress others? Do you think that I am easy to bully? Do you think that my Luoying Sect is easy to bully?"
"Disciple, disciple doesn't dare …"
Skylark was so scared that he trembled. The other disciples were so scared that they all took a few steps back.
At this moment, Yan Nanxian and Zhao Feifei, who had received the message, also arrived.
Yan Nanxian looked at the bloodstains and broken limbs on the ground in horror and said sadly, "What, what is going on? How did he die all of a sudden … "
"Master, blame disciple for not protecting you well! Senior Brother was besieged and killed by the demon generals. Disciple is in so much pain that I want to commit suicide to apologize to the world! "
Skylark wailed in grief. The other disciples also wiped their tears and showed the sadness they should feel.
"Pu! My son! "
Yan Nanxian was so anxious that he directly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body shook and he almost fell from the sky.
Although cultivators had gone through hardships, the relationship between father and son was still difficult to break.
It was a great sorrow for a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person.
It was unbearable for anyone to feel like their heart was being cut by a knife.
"Master, if you are sad, then cry!"
Zhao Feifei's face was instantly filled with tears.
She grew up in the sect and was childhood sweethearts with Yan Beifei. They had a deep relationship like siblings and lovers.
That kind of emotional connection had long been inseparable, like Siamese twins.
Now that her senior brother was dead, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She was in so much pain that she wished she was dead.
"Ahhh! My son! "
Yan Nanxian fell to the ground without a care for his image. He held the sand that was stained with blood and hit the ground with his head. He opened his mouth wide and wailed like a child who had lost his favorite toy.
"My son, Bei Fei, originally had the bearing of a Sect Master, but he actually died in the hands of a demon …"
Yan Nanxian howled miserably and roared towards the sky. Tears of blood rolled down his cheeks like a magical beast that had lost its cub.
Once a cultivator reached the Soul Formation Stage, their flesh and blood would contain their own laws and principles, which would allow them to be reborn from a single drop of blood.
However, Yan Bei Fei's flesh and blood had already been contaminated by the Demonic Laws. Even his own Laws had been destroyed.
It was like an ordinary person who had been exposed to nuclear radiation. Even their genetic map and gene sequence had been changed. Naturally, they would not be able to replicate themselves.
In other words, Yan Bei Fei had truly disappeared from this world. There was no possibility of resurrection.
"Senior Yan, the dead cannot be resurrected. My condolences!"
"That's right, Brother Yan. Beifei died in the hands of the Devil Clan. We shouldn't wallow in grief and be unable to extricate ourselves. Instead, we should pull ourselves together and kill more Devils. Only then can we appease his soul in heaven!"
Lian Huahun and the others all went forward to persuade him.
It was not completely out of politeness or pretense. Instead, it was a form of grief.
This world was very dangerous and constantly changing. Who knew if they would be the next to die?
"Ling 'er, this has nothing to do with you. Don't feel burdened. Continue to look for that toad. "
However, Saint Qianmo ignored him. Her face was full of disdain. She was just short of saying that he deserved to die.
"Yes! Elder! "
Huang Linger bowed deeply and was about to leave.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Yan Bei Fei stared at Huang Linger and said coldly.
"Senior, what can I do for you?"
Huang Linger's pretty face, which had just regained its color, turned pale again. She was trembling with fear.
Her delicate posture caused Saint Qianmo to protect her. She looked at Yan Nanxian coldly and said, "Ling 'er, don't be afraid of him. I'm here!"
Yan Nanxian did not even look at Saint Qianmo. Instead, he continued to stare at Huang Linger.
"I'm watching you. Be careful! Don't let me catch your tail! "
Huang Linger's face turned serious. She looked at Yan Nanxian for a moment. Seeing that he had nothing else to say, she said,
"Senior, are you done? Can I go now? "
"Go!"
Yan Nanxian gnashed his teeth as he glared at Huang Ling 'er. After a dozen flicks of his fingers, he coldly shouted.
"Master, let me watch her. I'm willing to make up for my mistakes."
"If Senior Brother's death is related to this woman, I will definitely find evidence and kill her to comfort Senior Brother's soul in heaven!"
Skylark threw herself at Yan Nanxian's feet and said with a sobbing tone.
Yan Nanxian looked down at Skylark. His eyes were cold as he said coldly,
"You're too useless. You can't even figure out who killed Beifei even though you're so close to him. What use do I have for you?"
"Master, I'm sorry. Don't kill me!"
Skylark was so scared that her soul almost left her body. She flew backward like a meteor while begging for mercy frantically.
"Seniors, Fellow Daoists, please help me put in a good word. Ah —"
However, before she could finish her words, Yan Nanxian pointed at her in the air and she let out a miserable scream.
Looking at her chest, there was a terrifying bloody hole.
Her heart was cold. Her divine treasure was pierced through, her god was obliterated, and her cultivation was destroyed.
"Ahhh, Master, you're so cruel —"
Skylark was stunned for a moment. A deep look of despair appeared on her face. Then, she fell to the ground and cried out miserably.
"What a disgrace. If this old man was ruthless, you would have lost your dog life long ago! "
Yan Nanxian's face was cold as he ordered.
"None of you should pay attention to him. Leave him here and let him perish on his own!"
"Yes! Sect Master! "
Many of the Tian Luo Sect's disciples responded in unison. Their voices were trembling slightly.
This punishment was even more terrifying than death. Leaving a person with no cultivation in a place full of demonic creatures. Death was indeed terrifying, but the process of waiting for death was even more terrifying.
"Ah — Master, no!"
Skylark screamed miserably as tears of blood flowed from her eyes. Her miserable screams made one's hair stand on end.
However, not many people sympathized with her.
This person had always liked to bully others with his master's power. He relied on Yan Nanxian's name to bully the kind and act tyrannically.
It was only natural that she would suffer a backlash today.
"Zhao Feifei, take a few disciples and keep an eye on them!"
Yan Nanxian glanced coldly at Huang Linger. He didn't hide his suspicion of her.
"I understand!"
Zhao Feifei stared at Huang Linger and gritted her teeth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent and her gaze was extremely cold.
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