"Meet the senior brother!"

At the top of Fuyao Peak, a fifteen-year-old boy climbed to the highest peak of this sect with a doll in his arms and carrying the sword of immortality he had just obtained from the forbidden area.

In front of him was an old man with white hair and kind-looking eyes.

That was the Supreme Master of the Sect, the ancestor of the Sect, and he, from today on, became the junior brother of the Supreme Master, and was personally passed down by the ancestor.

The old man nodded and chuckled, and his laughter was like the breeze, which sounded peaceful.

From this day on, the young Changsheng lived in Fuyao Peak, and his senior brother became the commander to guide him.

As time goes by, the first young man becomes more and more prosperous.

When he walked out of Fuyao Peak, he killed the name of the genius and resounded throughout Nanzhou.

When I returned, there was a bloody storm behind me.

People in the world only know that killing Tianjiao is invincible, but no one knows that Zhong Wuyin, the Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect, who silently contributes for his junior brother.

That is a day-to-day teaching, from the mind to the explanation of the martial arts.

That was the consumption of countless spiritual elixirs, and Turin stones are like mountains every day in the stone house.

That was the name of killing the genius that was created by the lifelong efforts and the cultivation of the powerful Nascent Soul.

Five years later, the boy became heroic and upright, and his breath was as sharp as a blade that was out of his body.

"Senior brother, I want to attack the Nascent Soul."

The young man standing on the top of the mountain clenched his fists. He was unwilling to stay in the realm of the Golden Elixir. He wanted to become a strong man in the cultivation level of the same level as his senior brother.

"Okay, my senior brother will help you one last time."

The white-haired old man still smiled kindly, but his back was much hunched. He first walked into the stone house inside the sky stone.

This night, thousands of clouds changed drastically.

The uncle of Qianyun Sect died and died.

No one knows what happened in the stone house.

In addition to being immersed in this lost memory,

A terrible scene appeared before Changsheng's eyes.

In the stone house, the old man covered the boy's head with a single palm, and a mysterious and terrifying aura was emitting from his palms.

Due to the pain, the boy's expression became extremely ferocious, but he couldn't break free.

"Senior brother, stop it!!!"

The boy was wailing.

He couldn't figure out why the senior brother wanted to wipe his soul, and he couldn't figure out how cruel the seventh senior brother who was as kind as his father would be.

"Don't be afraid, it won't be in pain soon. Your mission is over and your soul will disappear."

The old man's eyes were always cold, and he looked at the young man in front of him, just like looking at a pair of tools.

"Why!! Senior brother! Why do you want to kill me!!"

The boy was unwilling to accept it. He struggled hard, and his pretty face was twisted like an evil ghost.

"Because you are the body I raise."

With the old man's cold words, the boy's face became desperate.

It turns out that those caring words, those careful teachings, those spiritual elixirs and stones, and those cultivation gifts from elders are all fake.

"No...I don't believe it!"

Hurry!

The books covered with scratches were thrown out one after another, and the boy roared: "You are trying my strength, right, senior brother? Tell me this is your trial! This is not true!"

"Stop struggling, from the beginning, you are the body I chose."

The old man took away the three books leisurely and said lightly: "There is no gift in this world. I will infuse my cultivation into your body, so I am destined to receive rewards. Now, the time has come, my body is about to die, and your body is my rebirth."

As he spoke, fires appeared all over the old man's body, his hunched body gradually cracked, his skin was shriveled and rolled, like a cracked earth, and you could see flames flowing in the gap.

The Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect actually had strange flames burning in his body. These flames burned his life, and I don’t know how long it had existed.

"Don't take away me! Senior brother! Please don't take away me! I'll help you find a better body!"

The boy's wailing was hysterical.

"It's too late. I was hurt too much. At the beginning, I shouldn't have gone to the grassland..."

The power in the old man's hands became stronger, and a suction vortex began to appear in his palm.

The boy's eyes had completely disappeared, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't even breathe. He paused his hands and feet, and when he was about to die, he grabbed Qian Yunling hanging on the old man.

"Senior brother...senior brother don't kill me..."

Two lines of turbid tears were left in the young man's empty eyes, and he could no longer breathe. His soul was dissipating. His unwillingness and pain could only gather in his palms, and he desperately inserted the Qianyun Ling in his hand into the stone bed.

"Do you know why you call him a Hide Tian?"

The old man's tone was a little sighing and said in a deep voice: "If you want to hate, just hate the heavens. Don't hate me. Junior brother, senior brother is forced to do so."

In the stone house, the boy's limbs twitched, his eyes full of reluctance, and he stopped moving.

More flames emerged from the old man's body, burning him into nothingness. The flame was very strange. After it was burned, there was not even a little dust.

When the old man's body was burned, a soul flew out of the flame and penetrated into the young man's heavenly spirit.

In the empty stone house, only the corpse of a young man lying on the stone bed was left.

Changsheng can see all this clearly.

When the old man killed the young man, Changsheng felt that he was standing next to him and was in the scene.

Especially when the old man's soul was immersed in the young heavenly spirit when he began to take over the body, Changsheng was also pulled by strange forces and immersed in the young heavenly spirit.

call!

Chang Sheng, who was unable to move before, suddenly became able to move.

I hurriedly watched around and found that I appeared in the pharmacy space, and the souls of the old man and the young man disappeared.

"Changhen the sky, it turns out that the meaning of the word "Hate the sky" is so sinister. What kind of injuries did that guy Zhong Wuyin suffer? His body is not protected..."

Chang Sheng's mood fluctuates. If he didn't see this memory clip, then the mystery of how the real Zhan Tianjiao died will never be solved.

Now that I learned that everything was done by the Supreme One, Changsheng was not only indignation, but also indignation and sadness.

The handsome boy is at the moment of fame. Once he enters the Nascent Soul, the famous general who kills the genius resounds throughout the Two Moon Continent.

However, fate is like an iron lock, always locked on the boy.

"Zhong Wuyin's soul was squeezed away by me, and he could only hide on the gray cat and wait for an opportunity to move."

Thinking of the method of taking over the body that Brother Qiao San and Xiao Mianhua discussed, Chang Sheng couldn't help but wonder.

"The house-taking can only be taken once, and the success rate of the second time will become extremely low. Why does he still think that he can regain this body?"

Chang Sheng talked to himself, guessing Zhong Wuyin's actions, and suddenly heard an old voice coming from under his feet.

"It is indeed difficult to take over the second body, but don't forget that this body was my first time taking over the body. Now I take it back, it can only be considered a battle for the body and has nothing to do with taking over the body."

With the old words, Zhong Wuyin's soul floated up from the ground, and the residual soul that killed the genius had become even smaller and faintly visible. It was grabbed by Zhong Wuyin, like pinching a small mouse.
Chapter completed!