Qi Yuan has always been cruel, arrogant and moody. At that time, he lost his right hand and almost completely lost his mind. Duan Zuo was already very advanced in cultivation. At that time, several disciples worked together to besiege him but were unable to capture him. This made Qi Yuan furious and he did not hesitate to use magic.
The weapon also seriously injured him.
After that, Duan Zuocheng used his last strength to lead his disciples to escape, but he was seriously injured on the way and died.
To say that all of this may be fate.
Qi Yuan had countless murders on his hands, so naturally he would not care about the people who died in his hands today. After venting his depression, he went to Pterodactyl City. Little did he know that his real disaster had just begun.
Anyone who commits unrighteousness will be punished by his own death.
How could he have thought that he would fall into the hands of a demon he never cared about?
Of course, this news has not yet reached Cang Yun Realm, so the elders naturally do not know that their enemy is now a useless person.
"Yi'er has not eaten or drank for seven days. If he continues like this, I'm really worried..."
The third elder could not hide his worry.
"Yi'er's cultivation is so advanced that this little hardship is nothing to him. What I'm really worried about is that in the future..." The second elder became even more worried because he knew his temper so well.
At this time, a disciple hurriedly came to report, "Elder Qi, the sect master is awake!"
"real?!"
Several people were overjoyed. The sect master woke up, which was the only good news they had received in the past few days.
Among them, only the sect master brother and the great elder come from the same family, and their friendship is naturally deep. It can be said that the two of them are like brothers and have no distinction between each other. Over the years, they have supported each other and developed the sect step by step to where it is now.
However, now that Senior Brother... has passed away, it is normal for the Sect Leader to find it hard to accept it for a while.
Several people hurried to the Zen room, and at the same time, the news of the sect leader's awakening spread throughout the Burning Sky Sect...
At this time, the mourning hall.
Wu Yi knelt quietly in front of the soul and kept vigil for Duan Zuocheng.
Sheng Haomiao walked over quietly and knelt beside him, "It's been seven days and seven nights."
After a long time, Wu Yi's voice came, "Yeah."
It seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.
"I just listened to the conversation between several elders, and I already know who killed Uncle Duan."
"Qi Yuan."
After Sheng Haomiao finished speaking, the air in the hall suddenly froze.
Like falling into an ice cave.
A cold light flickered in the depths of Wu Yi's eyes, secretly brewing murderous intent.
Just one glance is enough to frighten people.
"No matter what you want to do, I will accompany you."
Wu Yi looked over, met his firm gaze, and nodded slightly for a moment.
"……good."
There is no need to say anything between them, they feel the same.
Sheng Haomiao knew him.
Wu Yi understands him better.
Therefore, Sheng Haomiao knew that he would never let Qi Yuan go.
And Wu Yi also knew that as long as he decided something, even his persuasion would be useless.
After the seven-day memorial period, he was officially buried.
The soul of a cultivator returns to heaven and earth. As long as the soul is immortal, he will be reborn one day. The second elder specially played a requiem song in the hope that his soul will return to his hometown soon.
Duan Zuocheng's body was put into the ice chamber. This is where the ancestors of the Burning Heaven Sect have always been buried, and it is also a forbidden area. In the past, it would be guarded by disciples, and the guards were tight and no one was allowed to enter easily. This was also to prevent some people with evil intentions from searching for souls or summoning people.
Spiritualists know the secret methods of their own sect.
Two days later, it was all over.
The Burning Heaven Sect once again returned to its former peace.
But beneath this calm surface, there is a turbulent situation.
Until a disciple discovered that Wu Yi was missing, he immediately reported the matter to the sect leader and several elders.
"What? Yi'er is missing?!"
"Oops! He must have gone to find those people from the Thousand Emperors Sect!"
"Then what should we do? Those people are so powerful that even the senior brother was killed by them. If Yi'er goes, doesn't it mean that he is going to die?!"
Sect leader Qiao Zhengyang looked solemn, "You guys should go after him immediately and be sure to bring him back!"
"yes!"
Yi'er is senior brother's only disciple, and he must never let anything happen to him!
Qiao Zhengyang looked heavy.
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Huangfuchen and Xiao Yifeng went down the mountain to inquire about the news and returned to the Guangming Palace that day.
They already know the specific ins and outs, and learned from the underground trading information that the person who killed Mr. Duan was actually an old acquaintance of theirs!
Qi Yuan!
Don't underestimate the intelligence network of Middle-earth. In addition to the Night Emperor's Shura Hall and Zuixian Tower, there are countless forces distributed in Middle-earth. These forces are pervasive and have deep roots. Although they cannot be compared with Fanxu, they are still
Not to be underestimated.
As long as they pay the price they want, they can know everything they want to know.
"This scumbag! He should have been crushed to ashes that day!" Huangfu Chen's face was full of evil spirits.
At this time, he suddenly found that Xiao Yifeng's expression beside him was a bit wrong.
"Yifeng, what's wrong with you?" Huangfuchen asked.
"...It's okay." Xiao Yifeng shook his head.
Suddenly he covered his abdomen and fell to the side.
"Yi Feng!"
Huangfu Chen was shocked and turned pale. He immediately helped him get off the flying sword and fell into the snow below.
The disciples from behind also gathered around him. One of the disciples who was proficient in medical skills checked his condition and said for a moment, "He was just temporarily out of breath and his injuries were not healed. Don't worry. I will cast a spell on him and he will be fine in a moment."
Can be restored.”
As he spoke, a steady stream of white light poured into Xiao Yifeng's body.
It is the power of light.
Most of the disciples of Guangming Hall inherited the ability of light. Huangfu Chen looked at the pale Yifeng and frowned.
I'm afraid no one can let go of the pain of having an elixir cut off. That Qi Yuan is the culprit. It's no wonder Xiao Yifeng had such a big reaction when he heard this person's name.
Even if you don't care on the surface, after all, people are not grass and trees, and it is impossible to truly forget.
After a moment, Xiao Yifeng opened his eyes.
Huangfu Chen hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How do you feel? Are there any other discomforts?"
Xiao Yifeng shook his head, "I'm fine."
His face was still ugly, and Huangfu Chen's heart tightened when he saw it, "Why are you so strong in front of your brothers? Let's go, I'll carry you!"
After saying that, Huangfu Chen ignored Xiao Yifeng's obstruction and pressed him on his back, and said to the disciples around him, "Please lead the way."
Huangfuchen carried Xiao Yifeng on his back all the way, and the group finally returned to Guangming Palace.
Before arriving, Xiao Yifeng asked Huangfu Chen to put him down, "Don't tell Lingxi what happened just now..."
Huangfu Chen was helpless, "I know, but your face is really ugly. Whether you can hide it or not depends on you."
Xiao Yifeng nodded.
When the two returned to the peak, Lingxi, who heard that they had returned, immediately greeted them.
"You are back!"
"Um……"
"Did you find out anything?"
"Let's go back first."
After returning home, the two of them actually told her the information they had found out. After hearing this, Lingxi was furious. She already hated that person to the core, and now her hatred only increased.
This beast, crushing him to ashes a thousand times would not dispel the hatred in her heart!
