French Temple

The young monk pushed open the door of the meditation room and saw the man standing with his back to the door. He was a little surprised and couldn't help but shouting, "Master uncle, are you awake?"

The man, dressed in a monk's robe, slowly turned around and said, "Yuannai, what's going on?"

The young monk Yuannai blushed and stammered at this strange yet familiar face:

"Master, Grandmaster Uncle... Grandmaster asked me to come and inform you that the magic sword has been brought back from the Northern Wasteland.

Please ask my uncle to go and discuss with us how to deal with this matter."

Yuannai's face flushed red, and she didn't dare to look up at Master Shian.

If Dugu Ling is a monster, Yu Wuchen is a god.

Then Master Shi An, who has such a face, is the god who has fallen into the demon world.

The pure-hearted and austere immortals fell into the demon world one day, and the unattainable immortals fell into the quagmire, attracting the covetousness of the demons.

"Oh? It was brought back so quickly? Did they say anything in the Northern Wilderness?" Master Shi An asked in a calm voice.

Yuannai thought for a moment and replied seriously, "My uncle-master, I heard from the brothers and uncles who brought back the magic sword that they didn't see City Lord Dugu.

The magic sword was given to them by Chen Zuo Shi and Xing You Shi.

He also informed us that the city lord was in deep sorrow over the death of his wife and was in seclusion, not accepting any visitors.

"Madam of the City Lord..."

A pair of purple eyes flashed before Shi An's eyes. Those last glances were filled with endless sorrow and desolation.

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"What City Lord's Wife? What's deceased? Bullshit!

Where is Dugu Ling? Come out to me! Where did he hide Qing'er?

Bai Ziyu and his companions arrived at Posha City in a dusty state and stood at the city gate.

Looking at the white cloth hanging everywhere, the entire city was shrouded in a sad and desperate environment.

Ning Anan was heartbroken and couldn't believe the scene before her.

"Chen... Left Envoy Chen, are you mistaken? Qing... How could Qing'er be possible? How could it be possible?"

Ning Anan tried her best to restrain herself and not let herself collapse in this suffocating atmosphere.

Chen Zuoshi couldn't bear it, and tremblingly told the others what happened that day.

Zaichen Zuoshi talked about Qiqing and Shi An being engulfed by the raging fire.

Speaking of when Qiqing was knocked off the cliff by the impact of the explosion.

Ning Anan could no longer bear it, and she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.

"Young Master Ning..." Heishi held the unconscious Ning Anan steady.

Bai Ziyu's eyes were bloodshot, and a murderous aura was sweeping through his body.

"Du! Gu! Ling! I will kill you!" Bai Ziyu drew out the purple vine whip from his waist and pulled down the white banner hanging on the gate of Posha City.

He struck Xingchen and the other man, shouting, "Call Dugu Ling out! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

The two envoys from Xingchen were simply unable to cope with the furious Bai Ziyu, not to mention that there was also an equally mad and ferocious wolf.

Heishi supported Ning Anan and did not join in for the time being.

Xiaoguai felt Bai Ziyu's inner grief and roared as he pounced on the two envoys from Xingchen.

At this moment, Bai Ziyu was on the verge of collapse, and only killing could vent his inner grief.

Otherwise, he will surely die violently.

"Xing, be careful..." Chen saw that the purple vine whip was about to hit Xing, and immediately withdrew from the confrontation with Xiaoguai.

He blocked a whip for Xing, and his back was immediately torn open and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Chen..." There was a hint of panic in Xing's cold voice.

Bai Ziyu sneered and said, "Since your master wants to be a coward, then you will die for him!

"Go to hell! Those who can't protect my love deserve to die! Damn it!"

Bai Ziyu's moves were ruthless, and he wanted to kill these people.

Just as the purple vine whip was swung again, they both fell to the ground, trying their best to protect Xing Chen.

A dragon sword flew up from the sky and blocked Bai Ziyu's purple vine whip.

Bai Ziyu retracted the purple vine whip, took a few steps back, and watched Dugu Ling gracefully descend from the city wall.

The murderous aura on his body reached its peak, and he pointed the purple vine whip at Dugu Ling: "Dugu Ling! You are finally here! You killed Qing'er, and today, I will kill you!"

When Dugu Ling heard Qiqing's name, a look of sadness appeared on his face.

At this moment, Dugu Ling no longer had the evil and wanton look of the past.

With a withered body and a pale and numb expression, he looks like an old man who is about to die.

I saw with my own eyes Shi An and Qi Qing, one was engulfed by the fire, and the other was blown off the cliff and shattered to pieces.

Dugu Ling propped himself up and searched again and again under the cliff until he was sure that he could not find anything.

Until he confirmed that Shi An and Qi Qing would never come back, he could no longer hold on.

Dugu Ling, who fainted due to damaged heart meridians, was carried down the cliff by Chen Xing and others.

After nearly a month of treatment, his life was barely saved, but Dugu Ling was unwilling to accept what happened on the cliff.

Isolate yourself and close your heart in a brutal way.

Hikage was worried that he might go insane by suppressing himself violently, so he forced the fact that the Seven Emotions were dead into his mind.

Having been severely injured by Dugu Ling, Riying was naturally no match for him.

Even when the four of them joined forces in the end, they could only barely suppress Dugu Ling.

But after all, he had vented a little. Dugu Ling knew that he could no longer suppress himself, so he locked himself in a secret room.

When I broke through the barrier today, I saw Bai Ziyu and Ning Anan coming together to look for Qiqing.

Looking at the two men in front of him who were very close to Qi Qing and were in agony, Dugu Ling murmured, "Qing'er..."

Bai Ziyu was furious: "You are not worthy! You are not worthy of calling Qing'er's name!

It's you! It's you, Dugu Ling, who killed Qing'er!

If you hadn't stolen the magic sword, how could Qing'er come to the Northern Wilderness!

If it weren't for the internal strife within your Dugu clan, how could Qing'er be involved!

If you weren't such a loser, how could Qing'er possibly die! !"

Bai Ziyu raised the purple vine whip and whipped Dugu Ling, but Dugu Ling did not move and took the whip.

"master!"

"master…"

"Pavilion Master"

Xing, Chen, and Yueying, who had just discovered that Dugu Ling was missing and came looking for him, shouted loudly.

Looking at the deep bloodstain on his arm, Dugu Ling's mind gradually became clear.

Looking at Bai Ziyu, he sneered, "Yes! I deserve to die! I killed Qing'er, but what about you?

Bai Ziyu! You said it so righteously, that you would stay with your lover forever.

But, when Qing'er was in trouble, where were you? You didn't abandon Qing'er for your good father and good brother.

Qing'er even let Ning An'an accompany you for you!"

Being forced to leave Qiqing was the thing that Bai Ziyu hated most about himself.

He thought countless times, what if he hadn't left, or if he had brought Qing'er back to Yunlang Country regardless of anything.

Will Qing'er be safe?

Dugu Ling's words touched upon the thing that Bai Ziyu hated most about himself.

To vent their anger, the two of them fought fiercely outside the Posha City Gate until both were exhausted...