The head of Daoxuan felt that he was about to suffer a headache. Cang Song had committed the serious crime of attacking his fellow disciples and colluding with the Demon Sect in front of other decent sects. This move greatly reduced the reputation of Qingyun Sect.

If you want to punish it, it is considered light to abolish Cangsong's cultivation and expel the door wall.

Fortunately, Cangsong performed well later, and the people of Dazhu Peak showed their power and severely damaged the Demon Sect. The leader of Daxuan believed that if he used this skill to make up for the reputation of Qingyun Sect, he might also reduce Cangsong's sins a little, and if he punished, he would become permanent imprisonment.

I thought so, but what happened now extincts the last glimmer of hope from the leader of Daoxuan. Cang Song actually called out the name of "Bloodthirsty Bead", and this kind of fierce thing was also held in his hands by a "helping enemy" disciple of Qingyun Sect...

The Qingyun Sect of Love is a place where dirt is hidden? There are traditions of apostasy and collusion with the devil?

What's more serious is that Cang Song dared to give up and admitted that he attacked Master Puzhi of Tianyin Temple. You know, everyone in Tianyin Temple is at the scene right now.

In this way, what did the leader Daoxuan say? He really couldn't say a word, but he only felt the blood vessels on his forehead jumping, as if they would explode at any time.

The whole place was silent. Whether it was upright or the devil, they were shocked by the conversation between Zhang Xiaofan and Cang Song. Everyone felt that they were not mentally capable enough, and the amount of information was too large for a while.

"I dare to argue..." After a while, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were red with blood, and his roaring sounds broke the silence in the field.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's hideous expression, Cang Song became even more furious. However, before he could say anything, a lion roar suddenly came from behind and shouted: "You killed Master Puzhi!?"

Everyone looked in surprise. It turned out to be a monk from Tianyin Temple. The blood stains of fighting were not dry. At this time, they were glaring at the Arhat and looking at Cangsong with a pampered face.

The head of Daoxuan sighed and closed his eyes. Faced with the monk's questioning, Cang Song couldn't speak at all. Who said that Qingyun Sect was too inappropriate, and was stealing the martial arts of others, and attacking and killing the other monk...

Cangsong was speechless, but his face was deep and he stared at the monk's gaze without fear.

"Pukong..." At this moment, Master Puhong, who was seriously injured, sighed and shook his head and said, "Don't ignore the occasion."

When Qingyun heard this, everyone felt even more guilty.

But at this moment, the head of Daoxuan was suddenly stunned, opened his eyes, and looked disbelief.

"Puhong!" A loud roar suddenly roared out from Daoxuan's mouth, making everyone in the audience stunned again.

Feeling the surrounding vision, although the leader of Daoxuan was puzzled, he still acted according to the voice transmission sent by Jing Tian, ​​with a difficult expression on his face. He stared at Master Puhong, who was staring at Weiwei, and said, "When will your sect hide it? Do you really don't know where the source of these things are!"

Master Puhong's expression changed, complicated and entangled. After a while, he recited the Buddha's name and looked open.

"Dharma..." Master Puhong sighed and greeted: "Let's explain everything..."

"Uncle Master?" The monk who was named was very shocked. However, seeing Puhong's eyes closed and reciting Buddha, the monk Faxiang had to sigh, turn his gaze, and look at Zhang Xiaofan with complicated eyes.

"The murder of the entire village of Caomiao was... it was a sin committed by the people of Tianyin Temple..."

Like a thunderous explosion, the words of Dharma images shocked everyone in the audience.

"What's going on?" A roar sounded from the Qingyun crowd. Lin Jingyu grabbed the "Dragon Sword" hard, staring at the Dharma Plan with a ferocious expression. He almost stepped forward, but was hugged by Qi Hao in time.

The Dharma image was still unheard. His regretful eyes were always on Zhang Xiaofan who was dazed, and he spoke slowly, continuing, "That murderer is my third uncle, Master Puzhi who has died and disappeared..."

"Master Puzhi among the four great monks!" The elder of the Qingyun Sect exclaimed in shock.

Zhang Xiaofan's body shook, and a trace of blood suddenly shot out from the corners of his cracked eyes. He shook his body again, and suddenly felt the sky in front of him spinning, falling back weakly, and falling into a soft and warm arms.

In the midst of the noisy and chaos, the narrative of the monk Faxiang continued, and the thoughts of Master Puzhi coming to Qingyun Mountain in the past were attacked, Caomiao Village was passed down, Zhang Xiaofan, and even... the reason for slaughtering the village...

In the entire square, except for the narrative sound of Dharma images, the rest were all sounds of sucking cold air. Until all the speech was finished, no one could speak.

Finally, the monk Faxiang looked at Zhang Xiaofan with pity and said earnestly: "This is the thing. All these things are the fault of our Master Puzhi in Tianyin Temple. It has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaofan and Junior Brother Zhang. Please don't blame him..."

"Blame? Who wants to blame me?"

The tragic and ferocious ones made people feel heartbroken. Zhang Xiaofan laughed like a devilish sneer, then laughed loudly, and finally laughed bitterly.

Getting rid of Bi Yao's arms, Zhang Xiaofan roared straight to the right side: "What is the right way? What justice? You have always lied to me! I have been struggling to hold on for the rest of my life! Even if I die, I will keep the secret for him! But! What am I!"

In the decent and speechless manner, Zhang Xiaofan opened his arms and whistled to the sky, and a shrill voice echoed the world: "What am I!"

"Ah..." A slight sigh of illusion suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

In the back mountain ancestral hall, Jing Tian stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, looking up at the sky, his eyes were inexplicably distant, and his mood was turbulent, and various laws were twisting around him.

The sky was rumbling and the dark clouds that had long dissipated condensed again. In a few moments, dense raindrops fell like waterfalls, covering the entire Longshou Peak...

"Wuliang... Heavenly Lord..." In the ancestral hall, Wan Jian looked at the audio scene in the air, his expression was lonely and sad, he pinched his hands and chanted slowly and chanted in a low voice...

The mountain was in chaos, Zhang Xiaofan lost his mind, and the demonic nature of the soul-devouring rod finally burst out, and the mysterious light rose, completely submerging Zhang Xiaofan's figure, making his face distorted, blurred and extremely ferocious.

Out of guilt, many people from the decent side quickly shouted, asking Zhang Xiaofan to quickly throw away the evil soldiers in his hands, but Zhang Xiaofan could still hear that at this time.

The green energy of "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao" and the golden light of the Buddhist Taoism were mixed with the blood evil energy of the soul-devouring rod. All Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation was condensed into a blow, and he suddenly attacked the people of Tianyin Temple.

The incident happened too quickly, and many decent masters responded in a conditioned manner, attacking one after another to block the energy columns emitted by Zhang Xiaofan.

Everyone ignored Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation. As a result, the three monks from Tianyin Temple first worked together to offset Zhang Xiaofan's attack, and then the attacks of the Daoxuan leader and others went straight to Zhang Xiaofan who was out of power.

"No" Tian Buyi quickly jumped out of the crowd and rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan to help. In a hurry, everyone forgot that there was still the "Telecommunication Talisman". After all, everyone has not adapted to the role of the "Telecommunication Talisman".

As a result, Tian Buyi and other people who wanted to help could not catch up with the speed of the attack...

The Nine Nethers of the Yin and the Gods and Demons of the Heavens, I sacrificed my blood body...

The world seemed to suddenly become quiet, only the quiet chanting echoed, accompanied by the crisp sound of the clear bell, a jade-like soft croak pressed on Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder and gently pushed it aside.

The wind and rain could not cover Biyao's delicate body, which was "as if the only one in the world". Her eyes were slightly red and she looked at Zhang Xiaofan. Her fair face seemed to have a faint smile. Her cherry mouth opened and closed slightly, making Zhang Xiaofan's heartbreaking voice never stop.

Three lives and seven lifetimes, he will fall into the Yama forever, just for love, and will never regret it even if he dies...

Countless blood-colored mists erupted from Biyao's body instantly, condensed into a blood-colored barrier like red jade in front of her. On the white face, nine faint smoke appeared and merged into the barrier.

As Zhang Xiaofan struggled to reach out, the Ghost King ran wildly. The decent person was stunned and attacked six times one after another, and the "boom" collided with the blood-colored barrier.

A collision and a roar are also a surge of rays of light, which gradually makes people unable to see or hear.

Ripples emerged from the blood-colored barrier, and the energy bursts were rapidly extinguished...

After a while, the world was silent, and the blood-colored barrier disappeared, and only the figure of the emerald green long skirt fell from the sky.

"No" Zhang Xiaofan walked with blood and tears, let out the last cry of mourning, his consciousness disappeared instantly, and he fainted...

After the inexplicable resistance disappeared, the Ghost King rushed forward with a sad roar, carefully supporting Biyao who had been silent again, and the blood-red color instantly covered his eyes.

Paint...

The sound of raindrops filled the world again. No matter whether it was right or wrong, no one was fighting anymore. They looked at the three figures on the ground with difficulty...

In the back mountain ancestral hall, under the rain curtain eaves, Jing Tian held up his right hand, and a small circle of ripples appeared in front of his arm.

A glimmer of light emerged from the ripples, gathering the scenery to add to the palm of your hand, and after a moment of surging, it calmed down.

"Ah..." He lowered his head and sighed slightly, and Jing Tian looked into the palm of his hand.

Looking at the small light ball of ping-pong balls, Jing Tian whispered pity: "Share the separation and reunion, encounter sadness and joy; or unforgettable, all the thoughts of sorrow and sorrow. A fool... a fool..."

The light ball shook slightly and quieted again. Jing Tian closed his eyes and sighed slightly, hiding his pity.

After a while, Jing Tian opened his eyes, waved his left sleeve, took one step forward, and disappeared.

The "live broadcast screen" in front of him collapsed and disappeared, making Wan Jianyi come back to his senses immediately. When he looked up, there was no trace of Jing Tian...

In the Fantasy Moon Cave, Jing Tian suddenly walked out of the air, looked around, and stepped to the stone bed.

Turn around and sit down, pinch the Taoist seal with both hands, and the light ball hangs between the palms of the palms.

Close your eyes, Jing Tian said softly: "Can you still feel the body?"

There was no response, but Jing Tian nodded slightly and continued, "For ten years, you can practice and realize the truth. Whether you can continue your previous relationship depends on your luck..."

After saying that, the stone bed under his body suddenly began to grow, and a layer of stone shell spread from bottom to top, eventually covering Jing Tian's body completely.

The cave was silent, as if it had not changed, but there was a lifelike stone man...

During this day, there were too many and too many changes in Qingyun Sect. In the end, the Ghost King took Zhang Xiaofan away from Qingyun Mountain. Although the leader of Daoxuan and others took action to stop him, for various reasons, no one of them took the lead.

Although the war was won, after the Demon Cult retreated, the decent people looked at the devastated square, drizzled with the ever-stop drizzle, and looked at the ground where "a couple once fell to the ground", and no one could cheer for victory.

Cang Song threw away all the spiritual treasures on his body, took off all the spiritual objects, and knelt on the ground with a calm expression, and kowtowed to the leader of Daoxuan.

Daoxuan sighed, waved his sleeves and asked someone to detain Cangsong, and ordered his disciples to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

The people in Tianyin Temple did not stay, nor did they pursue Cang Song's murder. Under Lin Jingyu's hissing cry and the eyes of the people of Dazhu Peak, they silently said they would dismiss him.

Daoxuan seemed to have become much older, and his thoughts finally turned into a sigh, and stood in the rain without any resistance, allowing the rain to wash away his body.

It was not until the heads called out that the head of Daoxuan brought people to the main hall of "Yuqing Temple".

After not long of silence, everyone had a heavy, trance-sighted expression, sitting in the chair without saying a word.

After a long time, the head of Daoxuan was responsible for himself and opened his mouth to break the silence.

"What are the suggestions for...Cangsong's affairs?"

"Hmph!" Tian Buyi responded with a gloomy expression.

"Junior Brother Tian..." Dao Xuan looked at it and sighed secretly, trying to say something to Tian Buyi, but he didn't know how to speak. Because today's things were too obvious, Zhang Xiaofan was too innocent, so innocent that it made people feel distressed.

"I have to give me an explanation about Lao Qi's affairs!" Tian Buyi spoke out in anger, raised his hand and slapped the coffee table with a "bang", and directly slapped the coffee table to pieces.

With a flushed face, Tian Buyi continued to say loudly: "It's obvious that isn't it! Xiaofan's Buddhist technique was not stolen by him! The 'blood-thirsty bead' was not used by him to transform into a demon! It was caused by opportunity. It was accidentally refined into a treasure by the elder Tianzun! Even Xiaofan's rebellious actions today will have a great impact, which will make him lose his soul!"

Tian Buyi's shouting became louder and louder, his face became more and more angry. Finally, he asked Daoxuan leader regardless of his superiority and inferiority: "Why should he bear such misery!"

"Buyi..." Su Ru's expression was sad, but she could still control her emotions. She immediately tugged Tian Buyi gently, and then changed the topic and asked Daoxuan leader: "Senior Brother, where did Tianzun go? Haven't you asked anyone to notify me?"

"The Heavenly Lord should be in the back mountain ancestral hall." The head of Daoxuan sighed slightly and said, "But I was negligent, so I asked someone to invite him."

After saying that, the head of Daoxuan immediately called a disciple and ordered him to go to the back mountain to inform him.

Su Ru's change of topic successfully eased the atmosphere in the hall. Next, the head of Daoxuan sorted out his mind, began to conclude everything, and made various arrangements...

ps: I only regret that I lack time and cannot write the plot even more hurtful and get into the play. Alas, Earth has tasted the flaws of not having any manuscripts. It should have been better, but because of the manuscript... Alas... (To be continued.)
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