From beginning to end, Jiang Li never raised his head.

The messy hair covered his slightly drooping face, and also covered all his anger and expressions. He was like a puppet, being dragged out by others to show off to the public, and then pushed up the cliff by the relatives he once loved the most.

In Changming's known past, this scene did not happen.

According to the original history, after Luomei Ascension failed to seize Jiang Li's body, he has always appeared as Jiang Li. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Li took over the mantle and palm from the disciple of Wanjian Xian Sect and became the leader of the sect. It was natural and smooth.

Over the long years, Luomei slowly consolidated his power, eliminated dissidents one by one, and finally formed a situation where one person was dominant, which paved the way for the chess game he later laid out. The name Yao Wangnian never appeared before.

When many people have forgotten or died, almost no one remembers the doubts and flaws in Luomei Zhenren's early years.

Only by knowing that they put themselves to death and survived, and go back to the past, can these dusty past events and the inside story be revealed.

Jiufang Changming, who was supposed to be in the limelight, was completely overshadowed at this moment.

All eyes fell on the heavy-stepping figure with iron chains dragging the ground. It was like a solid light, penetrating and tearing, causing the man's originally motionless head to shake slightly and raise his head.

Through the messy hair, even Chang Ming couldn't tell whether Jiang Li was awake or comatose.

"A few years ago, when I was practicing in seclusion, I handed over the affairs of the sect to my disciple Jiang Li, and ordered him to temporarily act as the sect leader. I thought everything was safe, but one day my disciple came to report that Jiang Li had left without any reason.

The mountain has completely disappeared."

Along with Master Luomei's voice, the whispers gradually quieted down, and many eyes shifted from Jiang Li to him.

The plum blossoms on the high platform are fluttering, and the sleeves are stretched. She does not need to use much force to speak, and her face is always calm. However, her tone is inexplicably contagious, and unknowingly it casts a layer of pity on people.

, listen carefully.

This is the highest state of sound transmission and mind-taking. It is so superb that it makes people feel the same. It is like being there, and it is impossible for ordinary people to detect it.

Jiufang Changming looked at Ouyang, Ren Yansu and others from a distance.

As expected, Ouyang frowned slightly, and Ren Yansu wanted to move, but he held him down.

There were Qingyun Zen Temple and several other masters nearby, and they were more or less aware of it.

But they didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and they all had the attitude of waiting and watching with indifference. However, monks like Xia Zheng and Li Muxing were unprepared and fell into the trap at once.

Jiufang Changming thought that if he hadn't completely eliminated future troubles, Luomei might not have chosen today. This was too hasty for Luomei, who was meticulous and meticulous. But Luomei had no choice. The incident in Hongluo Town exposed Yao Wangnian and forced him to

Deluomei must cut through the mess quickly to prevent Yao Wangnian, a pawn from ruining his plans.

"Everyone knows that Jiang Li is not only a poor disciple, but also the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. When this incident came out, it shocked the whole world. I had to go down the mountain to look for him myself. Until I found this unscrupulous disciple of mine in Hongluo Town.

In the past, the traitor Yao Wangnian of the Japanese sect colluded together. Speaking of Yao Wangnian, this is also a painful thing in my heart. I have only two direct disciples under my sect, but they went astray and colluded with the devil, causing great disaster. I believe in this

We are not strict enough to have such consequences. Today, in front of everyone, we will deal with the rebels and give an explanation to those who died yesterday. After this incident, Pindao will also give way to seclusion and no longer interfere with the affairs of the sect."

After Luomei said this, she raised her palm and a sword light appeared in her hand.

If the moon hangs alone, the sky will be dark. This is the Lone Moon Sword passed down from the successive masters of the Wanjian Immortal Sect to their direct disciples.

This sword used to be in Yao Wangnian's hands, and later it was given to Jiang Li, and now it is back in Luomei's hands.

Different people use this sword, and the effects are naturally different. Here in Luomei, Guyue Sword bursts out with unprecedented fierce momentum and sharpness. It flies into the air and hovers far above Jiang Li's head, ready to appear at any time.

It may fall and pierce the opponent's Tianling Cap.

Jiang Li, who was entangled in iron chains, was forced to kneel on the ground on the Bagua diagram in the center of the square. The disciples on the left and right had already left, but he was unable to struggle to escape. He could only raise his head tremblingly, his eyes were cloudy and his mouth seemed to be closing slightly.

, but he was too far away, and even Chang Ming couldn't tell whether he spoke or what he said.

The iron chain was also shaking, but there were magic talismans on it, so this little struggle had no effect at all. Jiang Li's struggle was destined to be in vain.

In a daze, he heard a familiar voice coming from him. If it seemed far away, if it seemed not there at all, it was Master Luomei, his most beloved teacher and relative.

Those pinprick-like gazes fell on him, and he seemed unaware. Only the master's voice became clearer and clearer.

When he came down the mountain, he never imagined that he would end up like this.

His body was ruined and his reputation was ruined, and he died without a burial place.

He once had a bright future. As the first disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, he also held the position of acting sect leader. Sooner or later, the acting sect leader would become the sect leader, but now everything was ruined because he wanted to pursue the truth, but Jiang Li did not expect that

, the resistance he encountered was so great that he even lost his life.

Jiang Li suddenly remembered what Yun Weisi said in Hongluo Town. He said that Luomei killed Yao Wangnian and would kill Jiang Li in the future. Making Jiang Li the sect leader was not a recognition of Jiang Li's ability, but just to make it easier to seize the body in the future.

Conveniently, without knowing it, Jiang Li was doubtful. He didn't want to believe that the person he had respected and respected since childhood was actually a demon in human skin.

But now he believes it.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the condescending Luomei from a distance. The master and the disciple were in a very different situation.

Jiang Li seemed to see the complicated look in Luomei's eyes, which made the other party delay in cutting off the sword.

He smiled bleakly, and the corners of his mouth turned into a heart-rending weak arc.

Luomei may have some feelings for his disciple, but this old feeling is far outweighed by the overall situation in his heart.

The sword light suddenly brightened, filling the entire sight.

Jiang Li closed his eyes and waited for the almost foreseeable ending.

Jiufang Changming's fingers moved slightly, but his expression and body shape hardly changed. Like all the onlookers, he was surprised and curious, but did not show anything strange.

He felt that Luomei would not kill Jiang Li so easily because the other party wanted to use Jiang Li as bait to catch bigger fish.

Sure enough, the sword flashed, Jiang Li groaned in pain, and blood spilled from his arm, splashing bright red like ink on the ground.

The wounds are visible to the bones, but they are not fatal, they are just torture.

The entire Zhengrong Villa seemed to fall into silence for an instant. There were so many people, but they didn't say a word or even whisper to each other. The hustle and bustle of not long ago was no longer visible.

Only one person spoke in this eerie silence.

"You said Jiang Li colluded with demons, is there any evidence?"

This is Ren Yansu, the leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

Ouyang couldn't hold him down and sighed secretly.

Luomei also sighed: "Fellow Taoist Ren, I haven't seen him change his temper and start killing yesterday, so that's fine."

He waved his sleeve towards Jiang Li and brushed it away in the air. Black air instantly steamed out of Jiang Li's body, turning into a ferocious ghost in mid-air, with teeth and claws.

"Hiss!" Lin Wenyu gasped, "Is he possessed by demonic energy?"

Most people had similar reactions to him.

He didn't expect a response to his exclamation, but someone answered him.

"It's not that the demonic energy is possessed, but that someone has locked the demonic energy on the iron chain and moved it according to the situation. When he wants others to see it, others will naturally see it."

Lin Wenyu asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"

Jiufang Changming didn't seem to hear his doubts at all: "Look at the northeast corner."

That was Xun Wei, the direction where they originally stayed. Lin Wenyu couldn't tell why, but Li Muxing vaguely saw something unusual.

"There seems to be a slight fluctuation?"

Jiufang Changming: "That's a flaw in the formation. If you want to break the formation, that's the best way to come in."

Lin Wenyu was confused: "Why do you want to break the formation?"

Jiufang Changming: "Because that is a flaw left intentionally by the master to attract people in."

Lin Wenyu didn't understand the reason yet, but Li Muxing could already tell there was something behind his words.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, you mean that Sect Master Jiang...may have accomplices coming to rescue him? That's why Master Luo Mei chose to deal with it here and lure his accomplices out?"

"Li Daoyou is smart."

Before Li Muxing could think further, his feet trembled, and there was a huge spiritual power fluctuation in the northeast corner. The monks who were close to there had subconsciously taken a few steps back and revealed their weapons and magic weapons.

But what hit them was the cold air that they had not expected!

Everyone couldn't help but their expressions changed drastically, revealing a look of horror.

"My magic weapon!" someone shouted.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the water-frost blade in the man's hand suddenly shattered when the black air hit him, and the man's hands were also stained black. The other person was first frightened and then angry, and rushed towards the source of the black mist.

The thick black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a figure in black robes.

Most people present were absolutely unfamiliar with this figure.

Except Jiufang Changming and Luomei Zhenren.

The ghostly aura in front of Yao Wangnian made people's faces change. Wherever he went, others gave in one after another, and more monks surrounded him but were wary of it.

On the high platform, several grandmasters stood up one after another with solemn expressions.

"Where did the ghost cultivator come from?!"

"How unreasonable is this? Qianlin Club is a place where young people can come and leave whenever they want!" Master Liu was furious.

At this moment, Ouyang heard Ren Yansu muttering to himself next to him.

"Why do I think this person looks familiar?"

Ouyang looked at him carefully, and he felt that he was an old friend.
To be continued...