"Your Excellency, the Master, is wrong in saying this."
Dong Jinghuan smiled coldly and showed an unfamiliar sect seal. "So what if I was expelled from the Chiyan Sect? I have already established my own new sect. You can't kill the people I want to protect!"
Lu Yushan finally frowned, but soon relaxed his brows again, "You even know the ancient secrets of Siji City. It can be seen that you have a great opportunity.
You knew about the existence of my Tianyan Sect a long time ago, but you kept it to yourself, just to offend me a little today?"
He showed some admiration on his face, "Dong Jinghuan, since you can easily abandon the Chiyan Sect, why bother to set up your own sect? Why not come to my Tianyan Sect and continue to be a core disciple?
With your talent and strategy, it won't be long before you become the fifth most talented person in Dongzhou. Why bother throwing your pearl into the dark?"
"You're dreaming!"
Dong Jinghuan's true energy poured into the light blue firefly plate, and three balls of mysterious light flew out immediately. One ball enveloped Dong Jinghuan himself, and the other two balls flew towards Lin Beilan and Shu Gaoming.
Lin Beilan watched the black light flying towards him, and without waiting for it to reach him, he suddenly waved his sleeves to dispel the black light and enveloped it on Wei Zheng.
Her eyes were red, but she did not get angry like before. Instead, she said calmly: "Junior Brother Ying, Junior Brother is the most talented. You won't blame me, will you?"
Ying Zhuo looked at Wei Zheng, a smile on his face, and shook his head, saying, "Of course not, little brother, you must follow Brother Dong and work hard."
Wei Zheng was stunned. He never expected that one of the only two chances to survive would fall to him.
He couldn't help but look at Lu Yushan, but saw that he still had no instructions.
Shu Gaoming was holding his master's corpse. Seeing Xuan Guang flying towards him, he suddenly sneered and swept Xuan Guang away with his sleeve, "Take your dirty hands away!"
"Senior Brother Shu..."
Dong Jinghuan said in a low voice, "This plan is not my own idea. Master and the others all know that this is for the survival of the sect..."
Shu Gaoming's pupils shrank, but his attitude didn't improve. Instead, it intensified, and he cursed: "You know everything? And you can disregard the lives of the entire sect and live in disgrace?!"
Dong Jinghuan took a deep breath and said, "I'm not wrong."
Shu Gaoming carried his master to his feet. His eyes no longer held the usual teasing and lightheartedness, only hatred. "You're right, but I'm also right to hate you!"
After saying that, he crushed the black statue hidden in his palm. An evil and crazy aura instantly enveloped him, dragging him into the void and disappearing.
"Lu Yushan! Dong Jinghuan! If I don't die this time, I will avenge my bloody revenge one day!!"
A cry filled with hatred echoed from the void.
"Ghost Stream Black Sculpture..."
After accidentally letting one person escape, Lu Yushan narrowed his eyes and stopped watching the show. He raised his sleeve and waved it, and many cultivators from the Tianyan Sect immediately rushed forward.
At the same time, Lu Yushan's voice echoed in Wei Zheng's ears, "Disciple, take advantage of the chaos to kill Ying Zhuo and Lin Beilan. They won't be on guard against you."
Wei Zheng received the message and his face turned pale.
What is coming will eventually come.
"My dear disciple, if it weren't for your master saving you, you would have died in the outer sect a hundred years ago. Please don't let your master down."
Wei Zheng clenched his fists and stared at Lu Yushan who was watching the show in the attic.
"Disciple... obey your command!"
The Tianyan Sect is coming with great force, and the Chiyan Sect is just a group of inner disciples. How can they resist?
Inside the square, a one-sided massacre unfolded, blood flowing like a river. Outside, numerous sects watched in silence, their gazes cold.
"Get out of here!"
After Dong Jinghuan repelled two Jindan cultivators, he was immediately entangled by several others, unable to escape. Trapping them without killing them, the protective mystical light within his body could not be activated, rendering it useless.
He watched helplessly as his disciples were killed one after another, gritting his teeth in hatred, but he could do nothing. The same was true for Ying Zhuo and Wei Zheng.
In contrast, Lin Beilan's situation was much more miserable. He fought alone against three middle-stage Jindan cultivators and soon could not hold on, and his injuries gradually worsened.
Soon, the square became much quieter. Of the several thousand-member Chiyan Sect team, only a few dozen people were left struggling to survive.
The smell of blood wafted on the wind, making people sick.
"The Blazing Flame Sect is destroyed..."
Someone sighed, making the atmosphere even heavier.
puff--
A cold light pierced through his right chest. Lin Beilan groaned in pain and staggered back. The hilt of the sword was soaked in blood and was slippery, making it almost impossible to hold it.
The sky in front of her was spinning. She gasped twice, shouted loudly, and rushed forward.
Even if she dies, she can't die in a cowardly way!
"court death!"
The cultivator opposite sneered, clasped his hands together again, and a cold light flashed out in an instant, piercing towards Lin Beilan's eyebrows.
"I'm going to... die?"
Lin Beilan's eyes were in a trance, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white light flying from the sky. In less than a blink of an eye, it was in front of him, and the cold light on his neck shattered.
Lin Beilan was stunned for a moment when a line of blood suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the cultivator in front of him. The blood line spread from top to bottom, appearing extremely quickly, and finally separated, neatly dividing the man in half.
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