Luo Yuan looked at the beautiful and unreal woman under his feet and couldn't help but sigh. A girl as charming as a fairy should have enjoyed the amazement and pursuit from all over the world and the love of her parents and relatives. But now, a girl who was originally kind and innocent was in despair that was almost crazy. Her lover betrayed her, her family was destroyed and her family died, from being high above to having nothing, she didn't understand why human hearts were so ugly. She didn't understand why fate treated her so cruelly, and ruthlessly deprived her of everything at her best.

However, she was lucky than Luo Yuan. Because she met Luo Yuan, but Luo Yuan never met a strong man like himself back then. Luo Yuan looked at her as if he had seen himself, fleeing alone, and from then on only revenge was left. He raised his hand and pointed at Huang Zitao and the so-called third young master, and a sword energy flew out, instantly penetrated the two of them's dantian.

"Ah! Ah!"

The two screamed almost at the same time. Their golden elixir was directly disintegrated and shattered by the sword energy, and then all the spiritual power on their bodies was sealed. At this time, they were no different from mortals except for their stronger bodies. There was no doubt that their cultivation was completely destroyed and their tendons were sealed. Unless they broke the seal of Kailuo Abyss, they would not be able to use their cultivation for the rest of their lives.

"Jiu", a long sword was inserted in front of Zi Yueling, and what followed was Luo Yuan's faint words, "Their cultivation has been destroyed, you can deal with it yourself. If they solve them, I will take you back to Zifeng Villa and destroy the Huang family and the Qingshi Sect monks there. Then, go to Qingshi Sect again. There is no need for this sect to exist. Also, I want the so-called treasure in your Zifeng Villa."

When Zi Yueling heard this, she bowed softly, "Yes, Lord. Thank you for your actions and avenge your servants."

Luo Yuan nodded, then closed his eyes and slowly sat cross-legged in the sky. He knew that only in this way could Zi Yueling get rid of the inner demon and never become a walking corpse. As for getting rid of the knot of his heart, it was not possible to do it overnight.

Zi Yueling slowly drew out the long sword. Her first target was the so-called third young master. It was not that she did not hate Huang Zitao, but that she hated Huang Zitao no longer spoken. She did not allow the other party to die so quickly. Su held the sword in her hand, moved her lotus steps lightly, and her long skirt fluttered, as if she was walking on a song, which was quite moving.

However, this scene fell in the eyes of the third young master, like a demon. The purple moon spirit in his eyes was no longer a charming fairy, but only infinite murderous intent and resentment. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zi Yueling tremblingly, "Don't come over, you witch. Don't come over, this young master is the third young master of the Qingtian Sect. If you dare to act rashly!"

Before the third young master could finish his stuttering words, the cold light moved, accompanied by the third young master's scream, but he saw that his outstretched hand was bleeding, and his fingers were cut off. Even the bones were scraped off. For a moment, the third young master kept wailing, and even the words of begging for mercy could not be expressed.

I saw him holding his right hand, arching his body on the ground, rolling around like shrimps.

A hint of unbearableness flashed in Zi Yueling's eyes, but then she was replaced by hatred and swung her sword again. This time, the third young master's left arm was cut off at one point. One arm flew about a foot away, and a stream of blood surged like a spring water.

What came immediately was the scream of the third young master. His lips turned pale. The eyes of Zi Yueling were already gone. Some were all left with endless fear and regret. He regretted why he didn't kill her directly. In this way, there would be no such subsequent changes.

Before he could ease, Zi Yueling slashed down with another sword. This time, the third young master's right arm was thrown high, but he couldn't even scream. Then, his left and right leg was cut off again, and the third young master of the dignified world sect has now been cut into a human pit.

Fang Bo looked at Zi Yueling from a distance, tears streaming in his eyes. He felt powerless and heartbroken, but he could not stop him. Finally, he could only sigh heavily.

Luo Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, brows moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, just indulging Zi Yueling to torture and kill the other party. After all, he didn't care about the life or death of that kind of ant.

The third young master has already emitted more energy and has less energy. If it weren't for the blood foam coming out of his mouth from time to time and his chest was still undulating, it wouldn't be clear that he was still alive. At this point, he might as well die directly. But he has been frugal since he was a child, and as a style, he has never experienced the tempering of life and death, and he has never even had the courage to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

A stream of blood spurted, and the third young master's head rolled straight in front of Huang Zitao. This was not a coincidence, but Zi Yueling deliberately did it.

"Yueling, no, Ling'er, do I know you still love me? You still have me in your heart, you won't hurt me. You have said that what hurts me, what hurts me, what hurts me, we."

A cold light flashed, and another blood spurt. With Huang Zitao's scream, a bloody ear flew out of the sky.

"From now on, you will never hear these words again." Zi Yueling spoke coldly, and then another sword. With the flying sword energy, Huang Zitao was struck by lightning, and his body shot three feet away. There were hundreds of scars on his body, and his tendons, veins, acupoints, and every part of him was damaged, making him unable to struggle and unable to speak, but it was not enough to die.

Huang Zitao kept screaming, but he couldn't even roll. His tendons and legs were all broken, like a ball of soft flesh piled up together. Every part of his body was seeping out of blood. At this moment, he was no longer human. Except for the "cuckoo" sound from his throat, there was no other sound. Even at this moment, he was still thinking about living, and he wanted to pretend to be dead, making Zi Yueling mistakenly think that he was dead under the hatred.

He believed that although he was terrible at the moment, as long as he was alive, there would be infinite possibilities. Before the arrival of the Qingshi Sect, he was a genius in the Eastern Region and was respected by all parties. Even the Nascent Soul Ancestor had praised him one by one. He was so proud that he seemed destined to rise and become a huge slaughter. And his Taoist partner was the first on the beauty list of the Eastern Region, and could be glorious. But today, all his pride was shattered, and the Taoist partner who should have been with him for the rest of his life became a great enemy who would never stop.

"I want to dig out your heart and see if it is red or black. I want to cut open your head to see what is inside!" Zi Yueling's beautiful eyes were filled with evil, her silver teeth were clenched, and her murderous intent was boiling to the extreme. This was the first time she had the murderous intent in this life, and the strongest one. If she hadn't met Luo Yuan, her fate would have been endless desolation.

As soon as this sentence came, it was like the arrival of winter, and even the temperature between the world suddenly dropped a lot.

"Huh?" Luo Yuan felt a strange aura vaguely, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and stared at Zi Yueling. After a few breaths, he closed his eyes again and waited for the result.

"Kill me, please, please." The moment he heard Zi Yueling's words, Huang Zitao knew that he was destined to be unable to survive. He used all the accumulated power to ask for death. Compared to death, he was more afraid that life would be worse than death like the third young master. In that case, even if it was, it would have no meaning.

"Die? That's so cheap. You said, we once had a vow, how could I kill you?" Zi Yueling smiled slightly, and her heart was twisted. If a person with a very kindness sinks into the darkness, it must be the most evil existence. From now on, her heart will only be kind to one person, that is Luo Yuan. For Luo Yuan, she will do whatever she wants even if she is broken into pieces.

When Huang Zitao heard this, his heart was filled with panic. At this moment, he began to fear that he would still be alive. He regretted a little, regretting why he didn't die directly, and regretting why he didn't kill Zi Yueling.

With a sword, Huang Zitao's left hand to his wrist were cut down together. In the second sword, Huang Zitao's forearm to his elbow were cut down together. His wound was sealed by Zi Yueling with his cultivation, hanging his life.

The severe pain made Huang Zitao keep making muffled, but his vitality was not weakened under the protection of Zi Yueling's cultivation. The strong severe pain made him unable to even faint. This was the first time in his life that death was so happy.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Zi Yueling slashed down with one sword after another. Not only did she not feel disgusted with the blood on her dress and her face, but she vaguely felt a little happy. After a while, Huang Zitao was cut into a human pit like the third young master before. Beside him, his fingers, toes, palms, forearms, and calves were scattered, as if they had been broken.

His eyes were empty, but he had not died. Apart from the painful sound in his throat, he was like a puppet.

Fang Bo had already carried his body over, and even he could not bear this kind of scene. Even if he killed a lot of people, he had never seen such cruel torture. Over the past three hundred years, it can be said that his mood and ability to bear were still acceptable. However, if he had not carried his body over, he would have even vomited bile.

Luo Yuan's eyes opened and closed again, looking down, there was still no big fluctuation in his eyes. Although this scene was terrible, it was nothing compared to the killing in the Xue'an Mountains, and it was acceptable.

However, the next moment, Zi Yueling's actions made Luo Yuan a little difficult to accept.

Zi Yueling's figure was like Shura who returned from purgatory. He held a long sword and slowly walked to Huang Zitao's side. However, he bent down and rubbed the sword blade against the exposed bones on Huang Zitao's shoulders. This was to use Huang Zitao's bones as whetstones. The sound of the real bones rubbing against the sword blades sounded. Even Huang Zitao was like a loss of soul. At this moment, he couldn't help but howl, "Ah! Ling'er, I was wrong! Ling'er, please, please kill me! I'm worse than a pig or dog in my life. I'm a beast, kill me!"
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