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Chapter 222

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The Master's personal disciple sounds more precious than others. Elder Xu, don't you think so? "

Cold sweat broke out on Elder Xu's forehead.

Deputy Sect Leader Cheng suddenly changed the topic. "But killing a fellow disciple has a wide impact. Can it be considered a big matter in the sect? There's nothing wrong with asking the Sect Leader to make a decision. "

"But who's going to inform the Sect Leader?"

This was a big problem.

Other than Rong Ran, no one dared to go to Cloud Gazing Peak.

No, there was another person.

The Sect Leader had personally asked him to stay at Cloud Gazing Peak to treat his injuries, and he came down safely.

Elder Xu looked at the person. Backstage of the Law Enforcement Hall.

That person was sitting there, surrounded by disciples, but he could still be seen at a glance.

Elder Xu had long passed the age of appreciating beauty.

But he still couldn't look away. Eyes.

That person was like a drop of ink on a white paper — no, it should be like a speck of snow in a pool of ink, dazzling. Pure white.

It was difficult to describe such a face with words.

All these years, the Sect Leader had come down from Cloud Gazing Peak several times, and it seemed that it was all for this person. It made people wonder if the Sect Leader, who cultivated the Heartless Dao, had other thoughts about this person.

And this person was doing this for this? The victim's master.

Compared to Rong Ran, who had made a big mistake, who would the Sect Leader favor?

After Elder Xu thought carefully, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat and didn't want to say more.

Deputy Sect Leader Cheng saw that no one answered and chuckled. Favor? Helan Ze, who turned back to look at him, waved his hand.

"Continue the trial. The Sect Leader's cultivation is profound, and his divine sense is connected to heaven and earth. When he wants to come, he will come. "

Helan Ze turned back, raised the Sword of Judgment in his hand, and said expressionlessly.

"Rong Ran, you killed ten fellow disciples with your own hands? The four of them used the Serene Bell to summon the souls of the dead and deliberately framed you. Their crimes are unforgivable. Today, I will break your dantian, break your meridians, destroy all your cultivation, and expel you from the sect. "

"No, Senior Brother Helan Ze, you can't —" Rong Ran finally panicked. He turned around and looked at the crowd, but no one sympathized with him.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the sky. In the sky outside the Law Enforcement Hall.

He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

"Master, please save your disciple for the sake of our past kindness!"

No one responded.

Only countless cold sneers? His gaze fell on him, as sharp as a sword.

Helan Ze said, "Those who are guilty should be punished. The heavens are clear, and karma will be rewarded. "

Was he talking about the ten disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall? Six words of commandment.

The Judgment Sword's blade had already pierced through Rong Ran's dantian.

Dantian belonged to cultivators? Once the Dantian, the core of one's meridians, was broken, one's cultivation would be like mercury flowing to the ground, instantly disappearing. However, the power of the Sword of Judgment was not limited to that. When the Sword Qi pierced through the Dantian and entered the meridians, it would destroy them inch by inch. Even if the Dantian was completely repaired in the future, the broken meridians would not be able to gather Qi again.

In an instant, Rong Ran had become a cripple.

Rong Ran's pupils dilated. Because of the intense pain, he couldn't even scream or howl? He made a sound. In the blink of an eye, everything that he had worked so hard for, everything that he had been proud of, everything that he had worked so hard for for, all turned to ashes.

Just like the Dark Fragrance Sparse Shadow on his body that had lost the support of his cultivation and fell to the ground, covered in dust. There were also stains on his body that could never be washed away, and scars that could never be healed. And the bird that he wanted to like the most, the bird that he was most proud of —

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