Ling Tian was stunned and stared at Manager Xiao with disbelief, but when he saw him nodding heavily without any intention of changing his words, he felt an inexplicable sting in his heart.
"Uncle Lin, is he dead?"
For a moment, Ling Tian felt short of breath, his feet were shaking, and his chest felt as if a big stone had been pressed down, making him unable to breathe.
Sitting slumped in the chair, Ling Tian was stunned for a while and took a cup of tea.
"Crack!"
With a killing sound, the chair was directly shattered by Ling Tian's palm of purple fire. Broken wood was everywhere, and was instantly burned by the purple fire.
"How could Uncle Lin die?!"
Ling Tian couldn't help but shake his head, with tears in his eyes, and scenes from the past appeared in his mind.
"Although I don't know the name of my nephew who has fire, I can be sure that you have a good talent in refining weapons! However, I cannot be your guiding master!"
"Remember, in this outer sect, although my Qianlian lineage does not cause trouble, I will never be afraid of it! As long as I am here, you will not be wronged. If I fail, I will still have the support of my master!"
"Use this imitation of the Qianye Crossbow for self-defense!"
A warm smile and selfless concern.
Lin Shan was even more important in Ling Tian's heart than his master, Liu Qianlian.
That was the first person in Ziyun Sect, besides Liu Yiyi, who gave him selfless help.
Although he did not worship Lin Shan as his master, Ling Tian had already regarded Lin Shan as his master.
Once a teacher, always a father.
Scenes flashed and replayed in Ling Tian's mind, as if everything was happening before his eyes, but that person no longer appeared in his world.
There are many things in the world that will never come back once they pass away. When you are at your weakest and have no support, the person standing next to you is irreplaceable.
Fall?
Whoever makes you fall, I will make him pay a thousand times the price!
Ling Tian's nails dug deeply into his palms, making his teeth squeak.
"Barbarian, Demon Sect? Who killed my Uncle Lin?!"
Ling Tian's eyes were blood red and he roared furiously.
Ling Tian's head was black and windless. The cloak behind him was grinning and roaring with vitality. Purple fire rose up in his arms, just like Ling Tian's anger, wanting to burn everything.
Those cold eyes were full of murderous intent. Even Manager Xiao did not dare to look at Ling Tian.
The whole room seemed to be ignited by anger, and the evil spirit could not be concealed and spread wantonly.
Feeling Ling Tian's terrifying murderous intent, Manager Xiao was horrified, sighing that Ling Tian's momentum was even more tyrannical than before when he never returned to the valley.
So, he also hurriedly said: "The people who ambush the Ziyun Sect are the Barbarian Uighur Tribe Leader Red Blood, Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan, and Tiansha Sect Li Wuxin!"
"They are all powerful Ningjing people. The leader of the Ziyun Sect is the Master of Muyun Peak. He is also seriously injured and almost died!"
Hearing this, Ling Tian's eyes condensed. At first glance, the blood in his eyes was even brighter, as if it was eating people.
"Chixue, Situ Fan, Li Wuxin!? Good, very good!"
Ling Tian's voice was calm, without fluctuations, but it made Manager Xiao's hair stand on end, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"That's right! It's the three of them!"
After Guanshi Xiao finished speaking, Ling Tian slapped him down with a palm.
With a bang, a black stone table beside him turned into a pile of powder and scattered in the wind.
Ling Yun and others who were selecting treasures on the first floor also felt the whole pavilion trembling and the evil spirit spreading down.
They looked at each other and knew something was wrong!
"Dead people cannot be resurrected. Elder Ling expresses his condolences and surrenders. The enemy is now powerful. I know you are eager for revenge, but still"
Hearing Guanshi Xiao's words of persuasion, Ling Tian suddenly looked over, stared at him and said: "Song of mourning, the enemy is powerful? I don't care whether he is a barbarian or a demon, or whether he is a condensed spirit or a golden body, I just want to
Avenge my Uncle Lin!"
"They all must die!"
Hearing the murderous intent, Manager Xiao felt a chill all over his body when he heard this, as if his soul was frozen by Ling Tian's eyes and his mind was trembling.
From Ling Tian's body, he discovered something different from before. That was the aura of blood.
Only a person whose hands are filled with blood can have such a terrifying aura.
How many people has this guy killed?
"Xiao Mou made a mistake, Elder Ling is not to blame." Manager Xiao quickly handed over his hand, "Xiao Mou will definitely support Elder Ling. If necessary, I will do my best."
Ling Tian closed his eyes tightly, and the vitality all over his body was trembling. After a moment, he was suppressed forcefully.
"I made a mistake and destroyed Yunding's room." Ling Tian took a deep breath and said slowly: "Manager Xiao, Ling Tian has something to ask for."
"Elder Ling is not a stranger. If you have any requests, just ask!" Manager Xiao said repeatedly.
"I need a cloud ship!"
The stars and the moon shine together, as beautiful as a fairy tale, and the deep night sea is still quiet. At this time, the night sky is like a beautiful woman, covering the black veil, revealing only the bright star eyes.
But that bright stream of light was like tears dripping from a woman's cheek.
An eight-winged cloud ship travels through the long sky.
The red copper cauldron, burning incense is misty and faint, slowly flowing in the quiet room, deep and peaceful.
However, in such a quiet room, there was only a simple futon, a futon, and a young man in white sitting peacefully, his face as calm as lake water, and his whole body sitting cross-legged like a dead tree, motionless.
However, in the Dantian of the young man in white, the turbid waves were already emptying out, and the roaring waves were roaring.
The viscous vitality was twisted wildly and vigorously, forming nine vortexes. Under the vortex, a group of seven-color Yuanling Qi condensed into a halo. The vortex rotated, absorbing the seven-color Yuanling Qi like a whale, and reflected
Replenish yourself.
And within the blood, it is like a long river flowing, billowing without rest, and the anger in the chest is also surging in the sitting body, uncontrollable.
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In the dantian, the spiritual energy gushing from the vortex is already about to break through the space, and the boundless fire of anger is about to burn Ling Tian into ashes. Killing intent is frozen in the whirlpool, and it is never stable.
If Ling Tian hadn't forced the Taichu Sutra to be used, the vortex would have collapsed long ago.
"Uncle Lin, I, Ling Tian, will definitely avenge this!"
Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, formed a seal in his hand, and activated the Taichu Sutra with all his strength. The nine vortices in his Dantian violently rotated, and the seven-color air mass was swallowed instantly and collapsed completely.
And in the whirlpool, nine pillars of vitality spurted out, madly spurting upward.
At this moment, a huge vortex formed around the entire cloud ship, and countless Yuanling Qi was attracted in the sky, like thousands of rays of light, a bright moon in the night sky.
Mu Tiezhu and others walked out of the cabin in astonishment and raised their hands to look at the topmost attic. They were also shocked in their hearts when they saw the light inside was as bright as day.
Such momentum is truly terrifying!
"boom!"
The invisible barrier seemed to be in vain, but it was broken through in an instant.
Thousands of spiritual energy fell like rain, nourishing the sea of energy.