"Fellow Daoist Yang, Lin Baiyun has become like this since he came back from Yinhun Valley that night. He is confused all day long and talks nonsense, and may be crazy."

Bai Ting did not dare to explain in detail the scene of his being scared that night, so he had to explain.

"Crazy?"

Yang Que did not answer, but Wan Feixun, who was beside him, walked over and stared at Lin Baiyun in the iron cage with anger and shouted coldly: "You rebel, do you still remember me?"

Lin Baiyun stared at his terrified eyes and screamed. At this time, he looked at him and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Chu, run away! That big devil is here! Many ghosts..."

Wan Feixun frowned, and the endless anger that had been burning in his heart for a long time could not be exerted.

For a madman who has no sense of autonomy, no matter how angry he gets, he will still ask for trouble and be angry with himself.

"Hmph! You can't live if you do something wrong! Even if you are crazy, I will forgive you today!"

Wan Feixun snorted angrily, slashed open the iron cage with his palm, revealing Lin Baiyun, who was shivering inside, and trembling, kicked him in the face.

"Ah--The big devil is here! The big devil is spared..."

Lin Baiyun turned around and crawled on the ground, his face full of fear, screaming at the top of his lungs, shrill and hoarse, obviously his heart was extremely frightened.

"Noisy!"

Wan Feixun shouted coldly, waved his palm, and was about to kill him, but was stopped by Yang Que.

"Master, let me kill him."

Yang Que turned his hand and took out the soul-raising house, sacrificed the spirit ghost inside, with a hint of mocking, and looked at Lin Baiyun: "Do you think you can die by pretending to be crazy, and you don't have to suffer too much torture? Lin Baiyun, you have harmed the junior sister, how could I spare you easily today?"

The spirit ghost floating in the void, with wisps of spiritual light in his body, looked ferocious and terrifying, drifting towards Lin Baiyun excitedly.

"Tear off his flesh piece by piece until he himself was dying of pain."

Yang Que's eyes turned cold and he ordered the spirit ghost to do it.

The spirit ghost smiled grimly, and with a claw, he tore off his ears and put them in his mouth and chewed them with relish.

"ah--"

Lin Baiyun was crazy and nonsense just now. When he heard Yang Que's words, his ears were suddenly torn off by the spirit ghost. He could no longer bear it and screamed in pain.

His face was twisted and his eyes were resentful. He stared at Yang Que with gritted teeth and cursed: "Yang Que, I curse you, you will die! The woman who curses you have a short life and a disaster! The curse you with your soul scattered...ah!"

The spirit ghost clawed again, tearing off his nose and swallowed it in one bite.

Lin Baiyun's eyes turned black in pain and almost fainted. He struggled and twisted on the ground in pain, but his cultivation was insufficient and it was difficult to escape the shackles of the spirit ghost chain.

I could only watch my body, and it was torn off one by one, and ate it.

"Ah--Yang Que beast..."

After cursing for a while, he no longer had the strength to speak, crawled on the ground and shivered, his whole body was covered in blood and blood.

In a blink of an eye, all his facial features were swallowed by the spirit ghost, and his throat made a painful "whimper" sound, but he could no longer say a word.

The spirit ghost's eyes were as bloody as red and excited, waving his claws, and on the dying Lin Baiyun, he became more and more excited as he tore and greedy as he ate.

Within a while, Lin Baiyun on the ground had become a white skeleton, and no trace of meat was left behind.

The ground was covered with blood, the bones were shocking, and there was a dead silence in the hall.

Even these senior officials used to be a devil who killed people without blinking, but seeing the life that was struggling and cursing just now, it turned into a bone in a blink of an eye. Everyone was suddenly frightened, and a feeling of sadness arises in their hearts.

A monk who was fortunate to practice hard to reach the spiritual realm died tragically because he offended someone he shouldn't have offended, and even his soul was swallowed by the spirit ghost.

This path of cultivation is indeed full of ups and downs and disasters, and it is hard to prevent.

Even if they are careful, they may die in a different place like Lin Baiyun in front of them, and their souls will be scattered.

The world of cultivation is so cruel.

Yang Que looked indifferent, and he stopped the spirit ghost, looked at Bai Ting with a cold look.

Bai Ting's heart thumped, and his face changed slightly: "Yang...Fellow Daoist Yang, both of you who hurt your junior sister have been killed by you. I am now on behalf of the Tianmo Sect, and I apologize to you. Please don't take it to heart..."

Seeing that things were a little hard to deal with, Yang Que's eyes had not diminished in murderous intent, he wanted to go forward to persuade him, but he was a little afraid.

Just now, people from Wanjian Sect came to be a friend, but one of them was killed directly, and the other one was scared and left in disgrace.

This person has killed too many people recently and has become possessed by his own nature. If he says it a little while, he will not recognize his relatives and make the relationship break, it will be more than worth the loss.

Xu Chong hesitated for a moment, looked at Wan Feixun on the side, and signaled the master and father-in-law to persuade him. After all, Yang Que should give him some face.

Wan Feixun pretended not to see it, sat down and lowered his head to drink tea.

"I said that unless your Heavenly Demon Sect can save my junior sister, I, Yang Que, will never give up!"

Yang Que looked at Bai Ting with an ugly face, and a golden light flashed in his hand.

"If you can't save me, I will see one of the people from the Tianmo Sect and kill one. Today, you are no exception!"

Bai Ting's face turned pale, and his eyes were looking at Xu Chong for help, and said pitifully: "Fellow Daoist Yang, how can we save this... this?"

Xu Chong had no choice but to sigh, looked at Yang Que, and said, "Elder Yang, you know in your heart that this dantian is broken, how can it be saved? I'm afraid no one in Xiangguo can do it, your request..."

Yang Que's eyes turned cold, and the scorching sun suddenly appeared in his hand. A golden light sucked and trembled, as if expressing his inner fluctuating emotions.

"Then today, the two people from the Heavenly Demon Sect must die!"

Yang Que's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he was about to take action.

At this moment, a vast aura was crushing, making it difficult for him to wave the scimitar in his hand.

"Elder Yang, give me some face and let them go."

An old voice suddenly sounded in the hall. At the same time, the wall on the high platform twisted slightly, and an old man in blue slowly walked out.

"Old ancestor!"

Xu Chong and others saw the old man's face clearly, and they immediately changed their faces and bowed to salute.

Bai Ting was shocked and hurriedly bowed his head and bowed: "My younger brother Bai Ting, I have seen Senior Mo Yun."

"I didn't expect that you, the younger generation, knew me." The old man smiled and his face turned out to be very kind.

Then, he looked at Yang Que and smiled and said, "Elder Yang, let this matter go. If you let them go, I can give you a message, which may allow your Taoist couple to live for decades more."

Yang Que was shocked and said with a trembling tone: "How dare you disobey the ancestor's order?"

Wan Feixun next to him lit up when he heard this, his eyes lit up and his heart was so excited.
Chapter completed!