Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Senior Rongzhen..."

Yunquezi was very afraid of Saint Qianmo. He was so frightened that his body trembled and he clasped his hands in fists, trying to explain.

"Show it to your mother!"

Saint Qianmo knocked Yunquezi to the ground with one slap, causing his nostrils to bleed and several of his teeth to fly out.

Saint Qianmo suppressed his cultivation, otherwise, with a slap, the Skylark would immediately turn into ashes!

It's not very harmful to Skylark, but it's extremely insulting.

Just a moment ago, he was aloof and commanding other monks to leave like a god, but now, when he meets the saint, he is not even as good as a dog.

Saint Qianmo yelled sternly: "You slandered my disciple and killed someone, do you have any evidence?"

"Without the slightest evidence, you dare to forcibly detain people, confront each other with swords, and shout to kill. What are your intentions?"

"Do you want to start a war with our sect?"

"Is it because I have always been kind to others, loving and non-aggressive, and never oppressing others with my cultivation level? Do you think that I am easy to bully, and that I, the Luoying Sect, are easy to bully?"

"Disciple, disciple dare not..."

Yunquezi was so frightened that he shivered, and the other disciples were so frightened that they all took a few steps back and stopped.

At this moment, Yan Nanxian and Zhao Feifei, who received the summons, also arrived.

Yan Nanxian glanced at the bloodstains and stumps on the ground with fearful eyes, and said sadly: "What the hell is going on? Why did a good person fall..."

"Master, it's my fault that I didn't protect my disciple well! My senior brother was attacked and killed by a demon general. This disciple is so miserable that he wishes he could commit suicide to thank the world!"

Skylark howled sadly, and other disciples also wiped away their tears, showing their due sadness.

"Pfft! My son!"

Yan Nanxian was so furious that he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed and he almost fell from the sky.

Although practitioners have gone through many hardships, the family bond between father and son is still unbreakable.

It is a great sadness for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person.

It feels like a knife piercing the heart, which is too much for anyone to bear.

"Master, if you are sad, just cry!"

Zhao Feifei burst into tears instantly, feeling sad from the bottom of her heart.

She grew up in a master's school, and she and Yan Beifei were childhood sweethearts. They had such a deep relationship that they were like brothers and sisters and also lovers.

That kind of emotional connection has long been inseparable, like conjoined twins.

Now that her senior brother is dead, she feels as if her heart has been torn apart, and she is in unbearable pain.

"Ahhh! My son!"

Yan Nanxian threw himself to the ground without any image, holding the sand stained with blood, grabbing the ground with his head, opening his mouth, and howling like a child who lost his beloved toy.

"My son Beifei, who originally had the appearance of a celestial being and the aura of a leader, unexpectedly died here and died at the hands of the devil..."

Yan Nanxian howled miserably, roaring to the sky, with blood and tears rolling down his face, like a monster that had lost its cubs, making rolling thunder.

Once you reach the state of becoming a god, your flesh and blood contains your own laws and principles, and you can often be reborn with a drop of blood.

But at this time, Yan Beifei's flesh and blood remains had been contaminated by the magical laws, and his own laws were destroyed.

Just like a mortal being exposed to nuclear radiation, even the genetic map and gene sequence have been changed, naturally unable to replicate itself.

In other words, in a fundamental sense, Yan Beifei truly disappeared from this world. There is no possibility of resurrection.

"Senior Yan, people cannot be resurrected after death, I'm so sorry!"

"Yes, Brother Yan, Beifei died at the hands of the demons. We should not indulge in sadness and be unable to extricate ourselves. Instead, we should cheer up and kill more demons so that we can comfort his spirit in heaven!"

Lianhuahun and others stepped forward to persuade him.

It's not entirely polite or pretentious, but has the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving for its own kind.

This world is very dangerous and ever-changing. Who knows if he will be the next one to perish?

"Ling'er, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't be mentally burdened and continue looking for that toad."

But Saint Qianmo ignored him, with a very disdainful expression on his face, almost saying that he deserved to die.

"Yes! Elder!"

Huang Linger bowed deeply and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Yan Beifei stared at Huang Ling'er and said coldly.

"Senior, do you have any advice?"

Huang Ling'er's pretty face, which had just regained its color, turned pale again, and said tremblingly.

This delicate gesture actually aroused the protective feelings of Saint Qianmo. She looked at Yan Nanxian with a cold face and said: "Ling'er, don't be afraid of him, I am an elder here!"

Yan Nanxian didn't even look at Saint Qianmo, but continued to stare at Huang Ling'er and said:

"I'm staring at you, be careful! Don't let me catch your little tail!"

Huang Ling'er's face was slightly condensed, and she looked at Yan Nanxian for a moment. Seeing that he had no words to speak, she said:

"Senior, have you finished speaking? Can I leave?"

"Let's go!"

Yan Nanxian gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Ling'er for a dozen times before he shouted coldly.

"Master, let the disciples keep an eye on her. I am willing to make up for it."

"If senior brother's death is related to this woman, the disciple will definitely find the evidence, crush her to death, and comfort senior brother's soul in heaven!"

Yunquezi threw herself at Yan Nanxian's feet and cried.

Yan Nanxian lowered his head and glanced at Yunquezi, his eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice:

"You are such a waste. Who killed Beifei? You can't even figure out who killed him at this distance. What use do I need from you?"

"Master, if you know your sin, please don't kill me!"

Skylark was so frightened that he was almost dead. He flew backwards like a meteor while begging frantically for mercy.

"Seniors and fellow Taoists, please say a kind word for me, ah——"

However, before he could finish his words, Yan Nanxian let out a shrill scream as he flew a little higher.

Looking at his chest again, a terrifying blood hole suddenly appeared.

It was heartbreaking, but the divine treasure was penetrated, the gods were obliterated, and the entire cultivation was destroyed.

"Ah ah ah, Master, you are so cruel——"

Skylark was stunned for a moment, a look of deep despair appeared on his face, and then he fell to the ground, wailing and screaming miserably.

"What a disgrace. If I were cruel, you would have already lost your life!"

Yan Nanxian's face was cold and he ordered in a cold voice:

"Don't any of you pay any attention to him, just leave him here to fend for himself!"

"Yes! Sect Master!"

All around, many Tianluo Sect disciples responded, their voices trembling slightly.

This kind of punishment is simply more terrifying than killing him directly. Leave a person with no cultivation in a place full of monsters. Death is certainly terrifying, but the process of waiting to die is even more terrifying.

"Ah - Master, no!"

Skylark howled miserably, with blood and tears rolling in his eyes, and the screams were horrifying.

But not many people sympathized with him.

This person always likes to fight against others, relying on Yan Nanxian's reputation to bully good people and act tyrannically.

Today, it is only natural that we are facing backlash.

"Zhao Feifei, lead a few disciples and keep an eye on them!"

Yan Nanxian glanced at Huang Ling'er indifferently, making no secret of his doubts about her.

"Disciple, I understand!"

Zhao Feifei stared at Huang Ling'er, gritting her teeth. The murderous intent in her beautiful eyes was extremely strong, and her eyes were extremely cold.