The scene of Hai Litian and another elder who had been begging for him was so vague that it was so wonderful. Just like eating a fly, Haitongtian roared to the sky, and then blew hard into the water. The river, which was dozens of meters wide and more than ten meters deep, was broken by Haitongtian's palm.
The sky was blown into the air, and Qikong above the two men's heads seemed to have a heavy rain in an instant. The river water was hit by the sea and the sky, and it also swelled huge waves, rushing wildly to the two sides.
Hai Tongtian and the elder next to him instantly retreated far back to avoid the heavy rain they made themselves. However, their faces were full of frustration and anger.
The elder beside Hai Tongtian said hatefully: "There are also many formed aquatic beasts in this Pure Land River. This kid dares to jump into this place, and it is also a behavior of seeking death. We chase down the river and maybe we can meet him."
"Okay, if you can't kill this boy, I'm not going to be a human being." Hai Tongtian's eyes were red, his mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood, and his whole body was full of anger
Unfortunately, Ren and the others chased down for hundreds of miles, but could not see Qin Li. At this time, Hai Tongtian suddenly said, "Will this damn beast, he will swim upstream?"
The elder frowned and shook his head firmly, "Impossible, no one knows this water flow, can you and I still not know? Even if you and the warriors in the realm of the sky, it is not easy to go upstream. I think this kid must have gone downstream. Why don't we chase after him again?" Hai Tongtian shook his head and said, "No, let's take my junior brother's body back first. Why didn't you see Elder Wu Jing?"
At this time, the elder next to him suddenly remembered that after chasing for so long, their companion had not been chasing him. He suddenly changed his expression and said in surprise: "Yes, why didn't he follow him?"
The two looked at each other, and both saw deep fear in each other's eyes. At the same time, their bodies were shot towards the way they came.
In the hall of the Pure Land Palace, there are two cold corpses side by side. It is Hai Chensha and another poisoned elder. Outside, there are ten corpses, four disciples of the Pure Land Palace with heavenly strength, and the women who are guarding the "Dail Furnace" virgins.
Bu Jingfeng knelt on the ground with a trembling face, his face as if dead, and he never thought that someone would follow him and enter the word "天天" to kill.
Originally, I wanted to ask the sect leader to send several elders to avenge him, but I didn't expect it to be the result of this. If I had known that I was so young, it would be better to take my parents away and fly away completely and hide the name of the Tianyuan Continent so huge. I guess the Jile Tian Palace might not have the chance to find him in my life.
But, it's too late to say anything now
Le Wuya, the sect leader of the Jiletian Palace, had a calm face as water, his eyes were as unwavering as the waves. He didn't seem very angry, but instead asked Bu Jingfeng with a kind look: "Bu Jingfeng, you don't have to be afraid that I won't kill you. This matter has nothing to do with you until now. You just need to tell me in great detail. What happened at that time, remember, don't try to lie."
The gentler Le Wuya is, the more creepy Bu Jingfeng feels uneasy. The reason is that this sect leader of the Jiletian Palace is born with a moody nature. You can never imagine from his face whether he is happy or angry.
"Yes, the sect leader, the disciples must speak out." Bu Jingfeng said in detail the reasons for the conflict between them and Qin Li, including Qin Li's later killing several of his fellow brothers, and they all said it in full.
Le Wuya and the elders beside him, listened and looked at each other, then nodded each other's heads. Le Wuya's voice became more and more gentle: "Bu Jingfeng, in fact, you are really a child with good talent. The things you do in the world are nothing great. Our Pure Heaven Palace is the one who is practicing this man and woman who loves each other. If you find the best cauldron, you will naturally not let it go. If the other party has a tough idea, you will suffer a loss, and even be killed. This is normal. Even if your brothers and brothers are all dead and you survive, I will not blame you. Do you understand?"
Bu Jingfeng nodded in a daze and secretly got lucky in his heart, thinking that he had finally escaped a disaster, Qin Li, when I practice to become a successful person, I must first kidnap all your women and let you live in regret and pain for the rest of your life.
At this time, Le Wuya's extremely gentle voice sounded again: "But, Bu Jingfeng, I don't understand when these serious injuries on your body appeared?"
Bu Jingfeng, who was fantasizing about how to retaliate against Qin Li in the future, suddenly trembled suddenly, and he lay on the ground with a perverted sieve, crying and saying, "Stop the master, I should die, I have a disciple wrong, I should not harm myself for fear of being severely punished, I would like to ask the sect leader to keep my life for the disciple, the disciple is willing to be willing, Mu, the Brahma Demon King's combat skills, I am confused, I am wrong." Le Wuya sighed softly, glanced at Hai Tongtian, whose face was ashen, and said lightly: "Brahma Demon King's combat skills? Haha, you think that's it
Who can practice by practicing? I said that our disciples in the Pure Land Palace have done so many rebellious things that they can forgive you before, and they did not harm their fellow disciples. Their death has nothing to do with you, but you shouldn't be smart. Do you think that our old people who have lived for hundreds of years will be so dazzled that they can't even see any injuries or injuries? You are a cruel person and are willing to attack yourself. "I don't want to deal with you. You are the disciple of Elder Tongtian, Elder Tongtian, you can do it.
The last sentence, Le Wuya said to Hai Tongtian. After saying that, he stood up, walked slowly off the seat, and squatted beside the elder who died of poisoning and picked up half of the dagger beside him, carefully pinched it, then put it under his nose and smelled it, sighed, and said, "I don't know where the killer got it from.
Bu Jingfeng suddenly remembered something, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, and said loudly: "The disciple of the sect knows the origin of this dagger."
Bu Jingfeng did know that because Bu Tong was also a celebrity around the prince, he naturally knew the existence of the shadow of the heavenly powerhouse. When he came back this time, he had sighed with Bu Jingfeng, saying that he would never have thought that a person as powerful as the shadow would be injured, and a palm was cut off by someone and a poisonous dagger was lost.
"Oh? You know? Tell me." Le Wuya glanced at Bu Jingfeng, not too slow
"This dagger belongs to a guard next to the prince of his disciple country. The guard, named Shadow, is a heaven-level warrior. It is said that when he assassinated Qin Li some time ago, Qin Li cut off one of his palms and lost a poisonous dagger. It should be this."
What Bu Jingfeng said is already extremely important evidence, because before that, everyone suspected the identity of the killer, but they were not sure at all. But Bu Jingfeng's words just show that the killer was not someone else, but the Qin Li they had messed with.
At this time, Le Wuya nodded and stood up, his eyes shot out, and said lightly: "It's good to know who the enemy is, I will not let any woman related to him go."
Le Wuya said, and then ordered: "Immediately issue a warning in the entire Jile Immortal Mountain, and call Qin Li. Remember, I just need to catch him alive and then go to the secular world to catch people related to him. I will let him see with my own eyes how all women who have anything to do with him will die before her after being humiliated; I will also let him see that all men related to him will be cut into pieces, tortured and died before it will be his turn. I will let him know how "the end of provoking Jiletian Palace is "how terrible"
As he said that, he took a big step and turned around and went out. Bu Jingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. His master, Elder Haitongtian, has always been very fond of him. Now the master has not punished him. I believe that the master will not think of this. He struggled to get up from the ground. He was indeed cruel to himself and his injuries were extremely serious.
At this moment, suddenly a foot was gently placed on his hand that was struggling to get up. Bu Jingfeng was stunned and raised his head. Seeing that the master was indeed a expressionless face, he immediately asked: "Master, you step on my hand."
Before he finished speaking, Bu Jingfeng let out a shrill scream, and his hand was crushed by Hai Tongtian with his feet.
Le Wuya's figure outside paused slightly, sighed, and before he walked towards his bedroom, he had already expected that this result would have been impossible for Hai Tongtian to spare Bu Jingfeng, because if it weren't for the disaster caused by Bu Jingfeng and the others, how could his beloved junior brother, Elder Hai Chensha, be killed?
Compared to this, this apprentice is nothing in his mind. If he wants to train, he will have more than a dozen more in twenty years.
"Ah, Master, please spare me." Ten fingers connected to the heart, Bu Jingfeng almost fainted in pain and looked at his hand, which was already trampled to pieces, his bones were broken.
Totally ruined
"If it weren't for you, how could the Jiletian Palace suffer such a disaster? How could my junior brother die tragically? What's the use of your life? I can remember my junior brother who died tragically when I saw you."
Hai Tongtian said furiously, the more he said he was sad, the more angry he became. In the end, he kicked Bu Jingfeng hard in the chest. Bu Jingfeng, who was already seriously injured, was kicked to death by Hai Tongtian with hatred.
However, my eyes were still wide open, my eyes were full of confusion. I don’t know if it was because of the amount of hatred or regret.