Chapter 69 Neither Demon nor Immortal 9
When Wu Ling opened his eyes again, he had not yet returned to a thousand years later.
Yanxi's situation did not change after that because of what he did. But Wu Ling, because of his own impulsiveness, could only wander around him as a wandering soul, watching him being bullied by everyone in the sect, but he could do nothing.
Three years passed like this. Yan Xi's appearance was completely ruined and his body was covered with hideous scars. Finally, his suffering was about to end.
This was not because someone saved him, but because the Tiandi Clan was destroyed by the enemies working together.
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"Black Spirit..."
A faint sound came from afar, and Wu Ling finally returned to a thousand years later in the chaos.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged face of his senior. He was stunned for a moment, then Wu Ling subconsciously asked softly, "Senior Brother?"
The old man was immediately displeased when he heard this. He raised a cigarette in his hand and knocked him on the head, "How can you talk like that, kid?"
Wu Ling felt a pain on his head from being hit, and he immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Master."
The old man snorted coldly and turned his head away. "So you saw everything clearly in the illusion, right?"
"Yes..." When Wu Ling recalled the scene in his dream, his heart ached again, as if the flying sword had pierced through his body again after a thousand years.
Seeing his absent-minded look, Le Kun thought for a moment and said, "Don't think about it anymore. After all, it's been a thousand years..."
After hearing his words, Wu Ling couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"But, Master! Master, the person who stopped me a thousand years ago was you, right?" Wu Ling suddenly realized something when he saw the senior who taught him so much. He grabbed the old man's arm and asked anxiously, "So, in fact, the past a thousand years ago that you showed me was not an illusion or a memory, but I really went back a thousand years ago, right?"
Seeing Wu Ling asking this, Le Kun was stunned for a moment. He did not struggle to free his arm, which was tightly grasped, but just looked at Wu Ling with a sullen face.
Wu Ling did not avoid his gaze, and stared at him with a pair of young eyes like him, trying to see through this old skin and see the senior brother who practiced with him for twenty years more than a thousand years ago.
After a while, Le Kun finally sighed slowly, then he put down the water bottle in his hand, and a cloud of mist began to roll over him. Wu Ling stared at him intently, watching the old man in the mist slowly turn back into the familiar Brother Le Kun, who had curved eyebrows, was not very talented, was not very smart in learning magic, but was very helpful, open-minded and cheerful.
"Junior Brother Wu." The young man stood sideways, wearing a simple blue shirt, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, and called out to the black spirit that had covered his face without knowing when.
"Senior Brother Le Kun." Wu Ling suddenly groaned and immediately opened his arms to embrace this senior brother from over a thousand years ago, "What on earth is going on, Senior Brother?"
Even though his senior brother had returned, Wu Ling still couldn't understand this matter. Everything seemed extremely strange.
"Actually, I didn't quite understand it at first." Le Kun let him hold him, but in the end he couldn't help himself and reached out to touch the hair of this junior brother, then raised his head and said, "I did watch you die at that time. Senior brother is a useless guy. In the end, he didn't even dare to collect the body of junior brother. He actually left you alone in the wild to be exposed to the wind and rain for three years until the Tiandi Sect was destroyed."
"Then what on earth happened back then?" Wu Ling asked anxiously.
Le Kun looked at him quietly, and the memories of a thousand years ago seemed to come back to his mind in an instant.
"Oh, oh. Damn it! A small manager of Wanbao Pavilion actually dares to bully me. Does he know who I am?"
"Alas, the days are getting worse day by day."
"Think about it, when we first went down the mountain, we were surrounded by people. Not to mention him, a manager, even their pavilion master didn't dare to stop us disciples from wanting something. How could that manager secretly withhold it and give it to others? How dare he do that!"
"Yes, how dare he do that! I really can't swallow this, Junior Brother. Why don't we go and intercept his trade route?"
"No, calm down, Senior Brother Li. I heard that not long ago Senior Brother Tan from Yaofeng went to cause trouble with some of his fellow disciples because he didn't get the herbs he had ordered in advance. Guess what happened?"
"How is he?" Senior Brother Li, dressed in black, was kept in suspense by his junior fellow apprentice. He forgot his anger for a moment and could not help but lower his head to listen carefully.
The junior brother blinked and then said softly, "In the end, that group of disciples were all beaten out by the Pavilion Master of Wanbao Pavilion, and their cultivation was all destroyed. Senior Brother Ting, who was the leader of all this, was beaten so badly that his meridians were severely injured and he died a few days after being brought back!"
"What? How dare they do this? We are—"
After hearing the last few words, Senior Brother Li's face changed drastically. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but the junior brother interrupted him and said, "Are you a disciple of Tiandi Sect? Haha, Senior Brother, don't you understand? We are no longer the same as before."
"Hey, you have to know that when his most beloved disciple was brought back with serious injuries, guess what the head of Medicine Peak did? He didn't say a word and directly declared seclusion."
"He doesn't dare?"
"Not only do I not dare, I even want to cut off all ties with that disciple - wait a minute, Senior Brother Li, what do you see there?"
"What?" Senior Brother Li was caught off guard and slapped. He was about to get angry, but his attention was attracted by the movement below the mountain. He stretched his neck to look unconsciously, and gradually, a look of fear began to appear on his face, "Quick! Quick! Go and tell the elders!"
As he said this, he began to run non-stop while shouting. In his panic, he couldn't even use the flying technique.
Behind the two of them, a dense, black mass of enemies, like a swarm of locusts, were chasing them at a very fast speed.
between moments.
There was no time for even the bell to ring, and the entire huge protective formation was punctured like a piece of paper.
That battle was extremely difficult.
All the invading enemies were dressed in black, covering their faces and making it difficult to see them clearly.
That night, the entire Tiandi Alliance was a river of blood, and no one knew what method the murderer used. Even the nearby sects did not receive any message for help. Even the powerful people within the sects died silently on that day.
Le Kun also deserved to die at that time.
He was just a small outer sect disciple, so he was also the first to fall, but no enemy cared about him as an ordinary disciple, and he was lucky enough not to die immediately after receiving a fatal blow.
Le Kun fell into a coma at the time, but soon woke up. After discovering that he was not dead, he quietly hid among the corpses and hid himself.
There were simply too many corpses throughout the sect, and outer disciples were obviously not the enemy's main focus when cleaning them up, so Lei Kun luckily escaped.
After the destruction of the sect, the group of people left the ruins of Tiandimen as quickly and neatly as they came.
Just when Le Kun was hesitating whether to come out from his hiding place, a figure appeared in the gate of heaven and earth filled with corpses.
It was a gray figure, which would never be so conspicuous on ordinary days, but at this moment, in the blood-red color of the sky and the earth, he looked so special.
The enemy was extremely cruel, but for some reason they let him go.
He walked slowly in the sea of blood and corpses, with the shackles on his body still on. Slowly, he stopped and raised his head to look in the direction of Le Kun.
Le Kun couldn't help but hold his breath. Even though he didn't think this guy would do anything to him, he still couldn't help but do it.
The ravaged face slowly rose up, and among the terrible scars, a pair of misty eyes slowly emerged.
He just looked at Le Kun quietly, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at him. In the midst of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the gray figure seemed to be just a cloud passing by, untainted by anything.
Le Kun was stunned for a moment.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At this moment, a sad cry suddenly sounded, which immediately attracted Le Kun's attention.
In one direction, a man in a disciple's uniform stumbled and fell off the sword.
After dropping the sword, he immediately got up from the ground and walked forward trembling.
He stumbled over the corpse every time he took a step, and stumbled again after getting up. Finally, he stopped walking and simply crawled on the ground. He lay in a pool of blood, his head and face were covered in dirty blood. But he didn't care about his body at all, and stared blankly at a sitting corpse in front of him. The corpse's cultivation was not low, so the treatment it received was not bad. The death was extremely miserable, and there was almost a big hole in the chest.
Seeing this scene, Le Kun felt sad again. He also knew this deceased man, who was a highly respected teacher in the school.
"Master!!!" The disciple finally couldn't move. His face was already covered with tears. His eyes were red and he was looking at the scene in front of him with tears in his eyes. "Who is it? Who killed you!!!"
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a figure standing not far away. When the completely rational disciple saw this figure, he immediately jumped up and rushed towards the figure with anger.
"Junior brother!" But at this time, another pale hand held him down. The disciple looked over with red eyes, and saw that his senior brother also had tears on his face, but he was still calmer than him. "Junior brother, he is the only living person present. We have to keep him here so that we can find out the truth."
"Why do you have to do this!" The disciple roared, and shook off his brother's hand. "Let me kill him first, and then I will investigate the truth and avenge my master and brothers."
The senior brother wanted to stop him, but the impulsive disciple dodged his hand.
At this moment, a group of people landed from the sky. They were disciples of the Tiandi Sect who were patrolling outside. They seemed to have high status and cultivation, and were much calmer than these two. They looked around the scene and then took Yan Xi and the two disciples away together.
The entire sect was almost wiped out because the murderer concealed his face and his whereabouts could not be detected. So the disciples who returned to the sect later saw a tragic scene of a sea of blood and corpses with only a criminal slave in a gray robe surviving. They immediately concluded that these must have been done by this despicable guy. He had been holding a grudge against the sect for many years, so he secretly colluded with the demons, opened a large-scale sect protection formation and slaughtered the entire sect. As for how a small criminal slave with no cultivation could do such a thing, no one thought about it.
Thus, Yan Xi was brought to the Supreme Court jointly established by the three sects and four schools. Among those who judged him, there was also the person who secretly planned the plan to destroy the sect. In fact, even the sect destroyers or the disciples of the destroyed sects, all of them knew that Yan Xi could not do it, but they all knew it and tacitly put the blame on him.
As a result, he was sentenced to be imprisoned in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, where he endured countless punishments day and night, and could never be reborn. At the same time, the excuse and conflict for the war between good and evil were provoked.
This conflict lasted for a full hundred years, and in the end, no matter who started it intentionally or unintentionally, ended up with a bad outcome.
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"Then he didn't do anything at all, did he?"
Le Kun did not move, neither confirming nor denying his question.
"Who did it, you know, right?"
But Le Kun shook his head, and in the end, he said nothing to him. He then turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.
Wu Ling stared blankly at the empty arms for a moment. At this moment, there was a sound of a hard object falling to the ground. Wu Ling lowered his head to look.
I saw a silver-gray iron plate appear on the blank ground at some point.
Wu Ling picked it up and found that it was an extremely simple token.
In the empty cliff, Wu Ling gradually tightened his grip on the object in his hand, and at the same time, an idea in his mind gradually became firm.