"You are not a human being." The man in blood-clothed clothes yelled and hurriedly backed away. However, after a few steps, he suddenly hit the wall. He had no way to go, but his body was already moving backwards unconsciously, hoping to meet him.
Leng Xiaoran, stay away.
And everyone around him was reduced to nothing by the black aura, leaving no residue behind.
Leng Xiaoran was in a good mood at this time, because he seemed to have a little grasp of the power of the destructive aura.
"You, you...who are you..." The man in blood seemed to want to be comforted before his death.
Leng Xiaoran paused and slowly raised his right hand, then said calmly: "I am the person from that clan you want to deal with."[
"Ah..." The man in blood-clothed clothes showed a hint of astonishment, then smiled bitterly, "Then I really deserve to die..."
Then he raised one hand, black energy filled the air, and then enveloped him, screaming, and after a moment, it turned into nothingness...
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The same moonlit night, the same dim light.
The backyard of the residence of the patriarch of the Holy Clan.
It's still the same father and son. Yan Liao is lying on the chair with a smile, and there is freshly brewed tea on the coffee table next to him.
The patriarch, Yan Rulie, also sat beside Yan Liao, quietly looking at the not-so-bright night sky.
A father and son didn't seem to want to talk much, so they sat here quietly.
After a long time, Yan Liao came slowly and said, "You have heard the news, right?"
"Well, I already knew it half a month ago." Yan Rulie said calmly.
Yan Hao's expression was equally calm, but there was a hint of nervousness in the depths of his eyes, "This has never happened before. Someone would deal with us directly..."
Yan Rulie smiled and said: "No, they don't dare, and they don't do it directly."
"But they did it..." Yan Liao's tone suddenly became frightened and angry. He swept away the tea beside him and smashed it into pieces with a snap.
Yan Rulie stood up slightly and said respectfully: "Father, please calm down. Don't hurt your body because of this disappearance."
"Hmph. You dare to violate the majesty of my holy clan. Do you know who it is?" Yan Liao had already stood up, looking up at the night sky that looked like a deep pool, with dim stars and moonlight.
"The child doesn't know yet." Yan Rulie pressed his temple, seeming to have a headache.
"The Immortal Sect has summoned several cultivation sects, and they actually dare to directly attack our Saint Clan. Hmm, it's so majestic. Who lent the Immortal Sect this courage?" Yan Liao was in a rather irritable mood tonight.
"Of course it is a cultivation sect in the world." Yan Rulie responded calmly.
Yan Liao snorted coldly, then turned around and said, "Xuanyuan Shi, this old guy, is quite good at taking advantage of others' situations."[
"This is why the Immortal Sect has been prospering over the years, and I haven't had a chance to suppress his arrogance." Yan Rulie said with a smile, as if the existence of Xuanyuan Shi made Yan Rulie feel that he would not be lonely because of his rivals.
"Soon, they will bring people to Yanliu Lake. What will you do then?" Yan Liao was also the former patriarch, and then handed over the position to his most admired son. Of course, he only had such a son.
.
Yan Rulie frowned slightly, feeling that his father was sometimes too demanding. Then he said frankly: "Those things were not done by us. Why should we admit it? In fact, we don't need to pay attention to them at all."
"Do you want the Holy Clan to be the enemy of the whole world?" Yan Liao sometimes couldn't understand what his son was thinking. What did he rely on for his domineering attitude? Could it be that he was the leader of the clan?
"No one in the world is a match for the Saints." Yan Rulie said again, but Yan Liao rebuked him angrily, "Our goal is the world, but what you are doing now is to abandon the world."
Then Yan Rulie smiled slightly and said comfortingly: "Father, I have my own thoughts. Father, don't be anxious, just listen to me."
"Say." Although Yan Liao is not well-known, Yan Rulie knows in his heart that his father is not a stupid person.
Yan Rulie calmed down his thoughts for a moment, and then said: "Although I don't know who the opponent is, he has been planning to deal with our saint clan for a long time. Now that the disaster is approaching, he has slowly reached out. A few days ago
Kunlun's major events include his figure, among the three peak powerhouses, I can't think of anyone who can do this. So everyone in the world is wondering if it was us, the Holy Clan, who took action."
Yan Rulie paused for a moment, and then continued: "After that, various sects were attacked. There were not many casualties among the disciples, but it was able to arouse their anger without going crazy. The big sects and small sects in the world were attacked a lot, and there were still some people left on the spot.
There are some personal belongings of our clan, which have been lost recently." Yan Rulie took out a jade token from his arms, and then said with a smile: "This small jade token directly leads us into
This is right and wrong."
"After that, at the next best opportunity, the Immortal Sect summoned all the sects from all over the world to come to our Holy Clan to ask for an explanation." At this time, Yan Rulie's expression gradually darkened, and he said coldly: "In this matter, the Immortal Sect and others
Several sects must know that it was not our holy clan who did it, but why did they risk it?
Why did Dabu come to question us? It's because they think it's profitable. The Xian Sect naturally wants to become the master of the world's self-cultivation sects, while the Sword Sect and others are just asking for benefits. Because they are not like the Xian Sect.
They have the courage to directly face our saint clan, so they dare to come."
Yan Liao looked at Yan Rulie with a gloomy gaze, but did not say anything. Yan Rulie nodded slightly and then continued: "No matter what they do, they will never dare to confront our saint clan, because it makes complete sense. So I am not afraid. I know very well.
When the Immortal Sect comes, they will definitely ask our Saint Clan to recruit the culprit, but I
If you agree, then everyone in the world will see that the Immortal Sect is so powerful that even the Eternal Saint Clan will bow their heads. Doing this will destroy the glory of our Saint Clan and allow the Immortal Clan to get a big advantage without any effort. However, our clan
The culprit has really been found. Although our Saint Clan has eliminated the threat, the Immortal Sect still got an advantage."
At this point, Yan Rulie roared angrily, "How could I let him succeed? I just want to tell him that our Saint Clan is neither the murderer nor will we find the murderer. This matter has nothing to do with our Saint Clan. His Immortal Sect and
Can anyone in the world take anything away from the Holy Clan? No, absolutely impossible..."
Then Yan Liao sneered and continued: "In this case, the Immortal Sect will not let go for the sake of face, so the sects in the world will definitely confront our saints. As long as the Immortal Sect does not let go..."
"That's right. Sooner or later, the enemy will come out, and those who should regret will regret it sooner or later. The saints cannot be dealt with just because they want to..." Yan Rulie's eyes were filled with murderous intent unparalleled in heaven and earth, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.
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"I told you you would die." Leng Xiaoran's figure stood in front of the man in blood, like the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.
Leng Xiaoran's eyes sparkled with a strange black color, which made people's hair stand in fear at the sight.
The man in blood-clothed eyes looked at Leng Xiaoran nervously, and shouted heartbreakingly: "What do you want to know? As long as I know everything I can tell you, I beg you to let me go." The man in blood-clothed clothes suddenly fell to the ground,
Kowtow to Leng Xiaoran.
Leng Xiaoran slowly raised her right hand and lowered it again, "Then what do you know? Maybe I can let you go, after all, your life is really worthless." Leng Xiaoran's words immediately aroused the desire for survival in the heart of the man in blood.
Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Leng Xiaoran for a while.
The fear in their hearts eased slightly, but their backs were still pressed against the wall, as if it could provide them with enough safety.
His mind was calm, and he was about to speak slowly, but was interrupted by Leng Xiaoran, who said coldly: "But if what you said is what I know, then you should know your consequences."
Hearing these words, the man in blood-clothed lips trembled again. He looked at Leng Xiaoran as if he were looking at a devil, with such a desperate look, as if the sky was falling apart and there was no way to escape.[
After all, the man in blood-clothed clothes showed the calmness that a master should have, as if the previous fear had been driven out of his mind.
"You still want to kill me after all this?" the man in blood-clothed asked, trembling slightly.
Leng Xiaoran slowly turned around and said calmly: "It depends on your sincerity. Whether I kill you or not is just a matter of raising my hand."
The man in blood clothes didn't seem to trust Leng Xiaoran's words. He always felt that he couldn't escape this disaster, but sometimes the desire for survival in human hearts often obscures the reason in his heart, "Okay, I said. I hope you will not violate your promise.
"
Leng Xiaoran said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.
The man in blood clothes accepted it as Leng Xiaoran, and then slowly said in a hoarse voice, "I am just a worshiper in a small sect, because the things about the saints were very crazy some time ago, and some of them
Our sect is involved. Originally, it was impossible for our sect to be involved in this matter..." However, when the man in blood-clothed voice said something normal, Leng Xiaoran slowly raised his hand and said softly: "In that case, you
Just go to hell."
The black aura gradually gathered in the palm of his hand. The aura was so captivating that it captured the eyes of the man in blood for a moment.
"No, no," the man in blood-clothed yelled, "Listen to me first, then you will know whether I am right or wrong..."
However, Leng Xiaoran said with a sneer: "Perhaps, I know much more than you. Since you started speaking half truth and half lie, I have no interest in listening anymore."
A black palm print suddenly appeared on the Tianling point of the man in blood. Leng Xiaoran said coldly: "I may not know where you come from, but I know who you are working for. Since you have already worked hard, then you
I want to sell it well." He grabbed it with one hand, and his bones burst into blood, and the wall was once again covered with a pool of blood.
Afterwards, Leng Xiaoran clapped her hands, wiped off the blood on her body, and slowly left this strange little cave with steady steps. When she left, she was still muttering: "There will never be a shortage of people in this world who want to die..."