“Master!”
Chongjun and Di Chongjin shouted at the same time, both happy and nervous.
Si Qingjiu nodded slightly to them and looked at them carefully. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found that their breathing was normal and they didn't seem to have any injuries.
The group of people on the opposite side didn't expect someone to appear so quietly, especially Ancestor Wu Ya.
He dared to say such words and attack them here. He was not worried about Jiuling Academy and used the domain.
In his field, he is invincible.
In terms of strength, he may not be as good as that old guy Jiu Ling, but in terms of control over the domain, no one can match him.
He has continued to improve over the years.
So, he dares to say he is second, and no one dares to say he is first.
But at this moment, someone opened his territory easily without him noticing at all.
Ancestor Wu Ya was alert but couldn't help getting excited. He must have some magic weapon, a semi-artifact or an artifact on him.
Otherwise, you won't be able to break his territory.
"You came just in time, so I don't have to look for you." Patriarch Wu Ya looked at Si Qingjiu greedily. This was really something that came without any effort.
The redness in Chongjun's eyes that had disappeared reappeared.
It was this kind of look, and it was this person in his previous life who attacked his master with this kind of look, forcing his master to die together with him.
He and Di Chongjin actually have a lot of magic weapons on them, so it is not easy for them to trap them.
Even if it's a sneak attack, they are sure to escape.
It was just that the two of them had already communicated with each other, and he told the other party which people would be detrimental to the master, and the other party's decision was very much to his liking.
It is better to strike first.
So they used Niu Ziyang and Di Chonghua to attract the old man Wu Ya and a group of people who were looking for death.
Originally they wanted them to handle it themselves. They were both good at it but had a strong addiction, so they thought they could handle a Spirit Saint.
Unfortunately, before they could start fighting, Master arrived first.
Di Chongjin quickly pulled his senior brother, and then complained to his master: "Master, Master, please look at my senior brother. They have been targeting us and have driven my senior brother to the point of becoming possessed."
"What?" Si Qingjiu was shocked. His good eldest disciple, the well-behaved, cute, kind and merciful eldest disciple, was forced to the point of becoming a demon?
Bastard.
He quickly landed in front of his eldest disciple, looked at his red eyes, and became extremely angry.
He turned around and stared at the person opposite him with murderous intent, "Have you thought about how you're going to die?"
“Hahahaha, you arrogant kid, you don’t know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is.” Niu Ziyang laughed loudly and said to the people around him, “Ancestor, he is the spiritual master who possesses the Tianji technique. He must have other treasures in his hands. As long as you kill him, they will all be yours.”
Patriarch Wu Ya didn't need Niu Ziyang's instigation at all. He had already been eager to make a move: "If you hand over the Tianji technique obediently, I can spare your life."
"Heh..." Si Qingjiu sneered, "Spare my life? What a joke."
With a wave of his hand, the power to destroy the world came straight towards the group of people like a whirlwind.
Ancestor Wu Ya, who was still not taking it seriously, suddenly changed his expression and quickly retreated.
He was keenly aware of the danger, the extreme danger that made his heart beat faster and his eyes filled with horror.
But no matter how fast his movements were, they were no faster than Si Qingjiu's attack. Before he could leave the field and open his defense, the spiritual power that seemed like it would not allow anyone to survive was right in front of him.
Ancestor Wu Ya's pupils shrank, and he pulled the person next to him to stand in front of him without hesitation.
Before Niu Ziyang could react, he flew out and fell heavily to the ground the next second.
Mouths of blood kept spitting out of his mouth, and his limbs kept twitching and shaking.
He turned his head with great effort, trying to look at the person who was pulling him, "You... um... you... um..."
He didn't finish his sentence after all, and he stopped breathing unwillingly, but his eyes were fixed on Ancestor Wu Ya, as if expressing his resentment.
Di Chonghua was standing not far away, completely dumbfounded.
He saw with his own eyes that Patriarch Wu Ya grabbed his master and used him as a human shield.
He didn't feel sad at all about his master's death, as he almost killed himself before.
He was just afraid. Old Ancestor Wu Ya was too scary.
Because if he had retreated a little slower, he would have been the one turned into a corpse.
Di Chonghua subconsciously stepped back, his legs unable to stop becoming weak.
Others were also frightened by the scene just now, and some were unable to react in time and lay down like Niu Ziyang.
Ancestor Wu Ya stood there in a somewhat awkward manner. There was a circle of people surrounding him, but each of them was a little far away from him.
There were corpses scattered all over the ground around them.
The wind blew, and a strong smell of blood began to float in the air.
scene
It looks very weird.
Chongjun let go of the uneasiness in his heart and stared at the back of his master.
The master is no longer the master from his previous life. He is not constrained by anything, has nothing to worry about, and will not be timid in fighting.
Naturally, no one could hurt him.
At this moment, Chongjun felt that there had been a heavy stone pressing on his heart.
He was always afraid of the day when he would see his master leave him.
Now, the facts told him that no, that day would never come.
Ancestor Wu Ya's face was distorted and ugly, and his slightly small eyes stared at Si Qingjiu: "Who are you?"
This is not just a spiritual master, he is a spiritual saint!
A spiritual saint who appeared from nowhere.
A spiritual saint that made him jealous.
He is really too young, while he, who is also a spiritual saint, is already very old.
When one reaches the level of a spiritual master, one will age extremely slowly and his life span will increase greatly.
But there are very few young people who look only in their twenties who can become Spirit Masters, and the youngest is over thirty.
But there is absolutely no Spiritual Saint who is less than a hundred years old, so the current Spiritual Saints are all in the form of old men.
The man in front of me is so young, but his strength and talent are so strong that no one can match him.
"I'm going to kill you." Si Qingjiu didn't waste time talking to him and attacked again.
Ancestor Wu Ya's heart trembled, and he quickly fought back.
However, he completely underestimated his opponent. After only two moves, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the spiritual energy in his body was running wild.
Strong, too strong.
His strength gave him the illusion that he had surpassed the Spirit Saint.
No, I'm afraid it's not an illusion.
Ancestor Wu Ya's face was grim, "You are a spiritual immortal!"
"What?"
"Spiritual Immortal?"
"Oh my god, is this true?"
The group of people who came to besiege Chongjun and Di Chongjin were all shocked and their faces turned pale.
They dare not offend Lingsheng and even cannot even compare to him. Now they are told that the other party is Lingxian.
How is this possible?
Lingxian, a legendary level, has not appeared for thousands of years.
This person looks younger than many of them, but he is actually a spiritual immortal?
Si Qingjiu's lips curled slightly, "You do have a good eye, but unfortunately
, I will not keep you here."
"Today, anyone who attacks my disciple will not be able to leave here alive."
Ancestor Wu Ya knew that he was definitely no match for Ling Xian, and he wanted to retreat immediately.
As soon as I started running, I felt an invisible barrier blocking the way ahead.
I tried again without believing it and felt a pain in my chest.
'puff'
Bright red blood spurted out and the whole person fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Chongjun acted quickly and thrust a long sword into his heart fiercely. With the sharp spiritual power, the old man Wuya screamed in agony and blood spurted out of his mouth.
After struggling for a while, he finally stopped twitching unwillingly.
Facing the sky, eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.
Everyone else was terrified and their first reaction was to run away.
But before Si Qingjiu could take any action, they were all dealt with by Di Chongjin.
Including Di Chonghua, he knelt down and begged Di Chongjin, and Di Chongjin took action without any hesitation.
Not to mention that he would never keep a former enemy of his, let alone now that the other party and him have an irreconcilable hatred.
Si Qingjiu looked at the corpses all over the ground and felt very unlucky.
"Notify the college and send someone to clean up the garbage."
"Junior brother, please go back." Chongjun immediately responded with a gentle smile.
Di Chongjin: “…”
"Brother, I think you should go. You are fast and I am too slow."
"Junior brother, don't be too modest. I have already broken through to the Spirit Master level. It will be there in the blink of an eye." Chongjun exposed him mercilessly.
Di Chongjin gritted his teeth. This bastard senior brother, they were fighting side by side just a moment ago.
Sure enough, the friendship between teachers and students can only last for a short time.
Want to send him away so he can be alone with the master? Humph, he won't agree.
"Brother, you are better than me. You will soon reach the level of Spiritual Saint. Let me look up to you."
Chongjun sighed without changing his expression, a little embarrassed: "Junior brother, to be honest, I was injured just now, so I troubled you to go."
"What, you're injured? Let me take a look." Upon hearing this, Si Qingjiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately stepped forward, pulled his eldest disciple, and examined him nervously.
Di Chongjin's face was wooden. "Brother, if I wasn't blind, no one would hurt you."
What I mean is, what kind of injury did you suffer? Are you kidding me?
Do you still have shame?
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Chongjun seemed not to have heard it, and he followed his master's actions, saying in an aggrieved tone: "Master, Junior Brother doesn't believe me. Did I make Junior Brother unhappy? Does he not want to recognize me as his senior brother and get along with me well?"
!!!
Di Chongjin's eyes widened, "Brother, do you think this is appropriate? I am your junior fellow apprentice!"
He knew that his senior brother was a piece of shit, but he didn't expect him to be such a piece of shit.
"Senior brother naturally knows that it is not suitable for you to use spiritual energy now, so you want to trouble me. I didn't expect that you are not willing to help me. Sigh."
Chongjun lowered his head, looking very depressed, as if he was blaming himself for the bad relationship between him and his junior fellow apprentice.
Seeing this, Si Qingjiu patted his shoulder and said to his second disciple, "Chongjin, you go. Your brother may have been forced into a demonic state and his spiritual energy may be unstable. He may have internal injuries. I will check him carefully."
Di Chongjin was depressed.
Especially when he saw the smug look from his senior brother, he wanted to jump up and hit him.
Master, how could you be fooled by this scheming guy again? He is lying to you.
"Master, he..."
"Master, forget it. I'll go. Since you're so unwilling, I can't force you."
Chongjun spoke at the right time, interrupting Di Chongjin's words, and summoned out the magic sword he had just used. When he was about to go up, he was stopped by Si Qingjiu.
"It's not appropriate for you to use your spiritual power now, so you should go back to Chongjin."
Chongjun looked at Di Chongjin in embarrassment: "Junior brother, is this ok?"
Di Chongjin: “…”
So mad. !
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