Chapter 213
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Xu Cheng sighed. In the palm? It ignited a red flame.
Jiang Feiyu, who had been silent, wanted to stop it, but … He was one step too slow.
The flame had been thrown above the two corpses.
Cheng Xu cultivated a fire magic art. The Nanming Li Fire he refined could melt gold and stone in an instant, let alone the corpses of two Golden Core disciples.
As the corpses were swallowed by the flame, the corpses of Gong Ze and Rong Ran slowly opened. They began to become transparent.
They touched their bodies in panic and wanted to grab the hands of the disciples next to them, but … They could only pass through the disciples next to them. All their anger suddenly turned into confusion.
"Are we … really dead?"
Many fellow disciples? Watching silently? Looking at them.
No one answered their questions.
Gong Ze's illusory face suddenly distorted. Before it dissipated, he suddenly rushed toward Rong Ran.
The ghost's fingers went straight to Rong Ran. Rong Ran's cheek. "It's you! It's you who harmed us! Rong Ran, can I curse you to go to hell? You'll die — "
Gong Ze's distorted expression and the palm that came toward him filled his vision. He seemed to feel a sharp pain on his cheek.
Rong Ran's pupils contracted. He wanted to struggle, but … He was firmly held down by the disciples on both sides.
Gong Ze's palm passed through, but half of his body had disappeared and he was powerless to hurt the living.
But … A strong resentment was left behind. It turned into a cloud of black gas and merged into the wound on Rong Ran's cheek. Inside.
"Ahhh —"
That wound? In it? The sword energy was raging, and now it was eroded by resentment. It was extremely painful. Rong Ran's face was distorted. His body was in pain? He was twitching, but no one sympathized with him at this moment.
Rong Ran's vision was blurred.
He wanted to ask for help, to continue to argue, and to have someone stand up. Why? He said a word. Was he in the sect? He used all his means to accumulate prestige. Was he not? No one believed that anyone would save him.
But no one stood up.
Not a single one.
Cheng Xu said, "Since the truth is out, then let's see Junior Brother Rong … Rong Ran? Arrest and send him back to the sect? Trial. "
…
Ten Thousand Steles Forest.
Ye Yunlan and Shen Shu had gone down the mountain in advance. What about the Netherworld Secret Realm? The remaining treasures? He wasn't interested and couldn't be bothered to fight for it.
Suddenly, a young voice came from behind.
"Junior Martial Brother Ye, please wait!"
Turn around and see him? Suddenly, a handsome gray-robed young man hurried over.
Shen Shu crossed his arms and watched. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized who this person was. "You're that rude person who hid in the bamboo forest and stole Master's painting?"
Chen Xian Yu's face reddened. He apologized, "I was rude back then."
Shen Shu: "Why are you looking for Shizun?"
Chen Xian Yu scratched his head and smiled bitterly. "Someone wants me to pass on a message."
And to Ye Yunlan? "Junior Martial Brother Ye, I've told you my name before, but I think you've already forgotten it after so long."
As he spoke, he bowed in a very peculiar ancient manner.
Ye Yunlan narrowed his eyes.
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