MTL - Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation-Chapter 2037 Keep an eye on them!

"Senior Rongji..."

Skylark was very afraid of the sage of the rice paddies, and his body trembled with fright, clasped his fists, and wanted to explain.

"For your mother!"

With a slap, the sage slapped Skylark to the ground, hitting his nostrils with blood soaking, and a few teeth flew out.

The sage of Qianmo suppressed the cultivation base, otherwise, if he slapped it, the skylark would be turned into ashes immediately!

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

He was still aloof just now, calling other monks out of the arena like a god, but now, when he meets a saint, he is worse than a dog.

The sage on the footpath sternly shouted: "You have murdered my disciple, is there any evidence?"

"If you don't have the slightest evidence, you dare to forcibly retain people, force each other with swords, and shout and kill. What is your intention?"

"Do you want to go to war with my sect?"

"Is it true that this seat has always been kind to people, both love and non-offensive, and never used cultivation as a way to suppress others. You think this seat is good for bullying, and I think I am good for bullying?

"Disciple, I dare not..."

Skylark was trembling with fright, and the other disciples stepped back in terror.

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

Yan Nanxian glanced at the bloodstains and residual limbs on the ground with horror, and said sadly: "What the **** is going on here? How come it fell..."

"Master, I blame the disciple for not being well guarded! The brother was besieged and killed by the demon general. The disciple was desperate to live and wished to commit suicide to thank the world!"

Skylark howled in grief, and the other disciples also wiped their tears, showing their due sadness.

"Puff! My son!"

Yan Nanxian furiously attacked his heart, spouting a mouthful of blood, his figure shook, and he almost fell from the sky.

Although the cultivator has been tempered, the family relationship between father and son is still unbreakable.

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

The heart is cut like a knife, which is unbearable for anyone.

"Master, if you want to be sad, just cry out!"

Zhao Feifei burst into tears instantly, and she felt sad.

She grew up in Shimen, and she had a childhood sweetheart with Yanbei, and she had a strong affection, such as brothers and sisters who were also lovers.

That kind of emotional connection is already inseparable, like a Siamese baby.

Now that the senior brother is dead, she feels like her heart is torn apart, and she feels like she doesn't want to live.

"Ahhhhh! My son!"

Yan Nanxian threw himself to the ground without an image, holding the blood-stained sand, grabbed the ground with his head, cracked his big mouth, and howled, like a child who had lost his beloved toy.

"My son flew north, he had the posture of the sky and the atmosphere of the leader, but he actually fell here and died of the demons..."

Yan Nanxian howled miserably, roared up to the sky, blood and tears rolled, like a monster that had lost its cub, making the sound of rolling thunder.

Once it reaches the state of transforming the gods, the flesh and blood contains its own laws and principles, and it can often be reborn with a drop of blood.

But at this time, Yan Beifei's flesh and blood remains contaminated by the laws of magic, and his own laws have been destroyed.

It is as if a mortal has suffered nuclear radiation, even the genetic map and gene sequence have been changed, so naturally they cannot replicate themselves.

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

"Senior Goose, people can't come back to life after death, sorrow!"

"Yes, Brother Yan, Beifei, he died at the hands of the demons. I shouldn't indulge in sorrow and be unable to extricate myself, but should cheer up and kill more monsters so that he can comfort his spirit in the sky!"

Lian Huahun and others all stepped forward to persuade.

It is not completely polite and fake, but has the sorrow of rabbits and foxes.

This world is very dangerous and changes rapidly. Who knows if he will fall next?

"Ling'er, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't have a psychological burden, keep looking for that toad."

auzw.com But the sage of Qianmo ignored him, his face was very disdainful, and he almost said that he deserved it.

"Yes! Elder!"

Huang Ling'er bowed deeply, about to leave.

"Hold on!"

Suddenly, Yan Beifei stared at Huang Linger coldly.

"Senior, do you have any advice?"

Huang Ling'er had just recovered the blood-colored pretty face, pale again, trembling and authentic.

This delicate posture, on the contrary, aroused the love of the sage of the Qianmo sage. She looked at Yan Nanxian with a cold expression and said: "Ling'er, don't be afraid of him, the elders are here!"

Yan Nanxian didn't even look at the sage of the rice paddies, 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 condensed slightly, she looked at Yan Nanxian for a moment, and saw that he had nothing to say, she said:

"Senior, are you finished? Can I go now?"

"Let's go!"

Yan Nanxian gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Ling'er a dozen fingers before shouting coldly.

"Master, let the disciple come and stare at her, I am willing to make up for it."

"If the death of the senior brother is related to this woman, the disciple must find evidence, crush it, and comfort the spirit of senior brother in the sky!"

Skylark rushed to Yan Nanxian's feet, crying.

Yan Nanxian lowered his head and glanced at Skylark, his eyes were cold, and he said coldly:

"You are too rubbish. Why did Beifei kill someone? You can't figure it out even if you are close at hand. What use does the old man want you to?"

"Master, disciple convict, don't kill me!"

Skylark was so frightened that he flew backwards like a meteor, begging for mercy frantically.

"Seniors and fellow daoists, please say something nice for me, ah--"

However, before he finished speaking, just below Yan Nanxian's volley, he let out a scream.

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

Too cold, but the gods were penetrated, the gods were obliterated, and his cultivation was ruined.

"Ahhh, Master, you are so cruel—"

Skylark was stunned for a moment, a deep despair appeared on her face, and then she fell to the ground, howling and screaming.

"A shameful thing. If the old man is cruel, you've already lost your life!"

Yan Nanxian's face was cold, and the cold voice commanded:

"None of you pay attention to him, leave him here and fend for himself!"

"Yes! Sovereign!"

Around, many Tianluo Sect disciples all responded, and their voices trembled slightly.

This kind of punishment is more terrifying than killing directly. Throw a person who has no cultivation skills in a place where there are many monsters. Death is terrifying, but the process of waiting for death is even more terrifying.

"Ah-Master, don't!"

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

But not many people sympathized with him.

This person always likes to be bullish, relying on Yan Nanxian's name to oppress goodness and domineering.

Today, it is right to be backlashed.

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

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

"Disciple, understand!"

Zhao Feifei stared at Huang Linger, gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes were extremely murderous, and her eyes were extremely cold.