Li Heng, who was sitting beside the bed, first looked at Yang Lin lying on the bed, and found that the elder had fallen asleep at some point, so he covered him with a quilt and took Hai Ao out of the door, saying, "If you don't want to stay here, you can leave."

Hai Ao stared at Li Heng's face and asked, "What about you?"

In the breeze, the sun shines, and the entire Lingcangmen is green and the scenery is beautiful.

Li Heng was wearing a short robe with linen. He was handsome and had long hair tied behind him, revealing his smooth forehead and sparse eyebrows. His expression was calm, but Hai Ao could feel that Li Heng's eyes were warm when he looked at Ling Cangmen.

"This is our home, how can we leave it? It is indeed weak now, but so what? I am with my family, and I can bear all kinds of suffering together." Li Heng said softly, then turned to look at Hai Ao, "Do you understand the feeling of home?"

Hai Ao was slightly stunned. He remembered the days he spent at the Yang family.

"Even if you don't leave, you shouldn't live such a life. You are bullied and dare not fight back. You are like a coward." Hai Ao said coldly.

Li Heng's expression had not changed. His eyes looked at Hai Ao as if he was looking at a child. He asked, "What do you think you should do it?"

Hai Ao asked him back: "Don't you have a stronger heart?"

Li Heng chuckled softly: "Is it enough to have a stronger heart?"

Hai Ao really felt that they were helpless. A group of cultivators who could practice were bullied all day long, but in the end they were bullied so much that they didn’t even have the idea of ​​resisting. They bowed down and obediently, what else could such a person count on?

Without wanting to say anything else, Hai Ao turned around and left Yang Lin's residence.

The sun shone high, and Hai Ao had nowhere to say anything about his indignation. On the way back to his courtyard, he stopped, then turned around and walked towards Lingtian.

It was already lunch time, and most of the trampled part had been taken care of. After experiencing what happened in the morning, there was only one person left in the huge spiritual field, the head of the Taoist Lu Fang.

Taoist Lu Fang took off his robe by the field, and his long white hair was tied behind his head. He bent over and picked up the trampled spirit seedlings bit by bit. His lonely figure looked a little thin and pitiful on the large area of ​​spiritual fields.

Hai Ao walked over from the edge of the field and stopped until he reached the side of Taoist Lu Fang. He looked at the spiritual seedlings that were being helped up one by one under his feet, and did not take the initiative to speak.

Taoist Lu Fang straightened his waist, looked at Hai Ao, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Hai Ao looked at the thin old man and asked directly: "Don't you even have a stronger heart? Can't you even resist?"

Taoist Lu Fang lowered his eyes, stroked the dust stained on his sleeves, and said, "You don't understand."

"Ha." Hai Ao smiled immediately, "Everyone said I don't understand, but I really don't understand. On the day I was born, I was the pride of heaven. I was used to others being respectful and servile to me, used to bullying others, and used to stepping on all those who don't like on the ground. Until today, I never thought I was wrong."

The head teacher, Taoist Lu Fang, looked at him with broad and tolerant eyes.

"Until today, I saw that group of people, and saw all this from the perspective of a bystander. The disgusting faces of those people were in my eyes, the disgusting I was in the past." Hai Ao paused for a moment and continued, "Now, I am not a powerful person, but I will not be willing to be a bullied like you, and I dare not even resist."

Taoist Lu Fang looked up at a mountain range in the distance, shook his head: "You still don't understand."

"I don't understand?"

Hai Ao looked at the head of Ling Cang Sect in front of him, raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when he heard a teasing voice from behind: "You really don't understand."

Taoist Lu Fang froze slightly, and turned his head at the same time as Hai Ao. More than a dozen people wearing black-bottomed full moon Taoist robes fell from the air and stood in front of the two of them.

The people from Zhaoyue Pavilion? Hai Ao frowned. Didn’t they take the Lingmi and leave? Why are they back again?

Among these more than ten people, five people who just came to ask for spiritual rice, Zhao Lu followed respectfully behind a powerful man in the Immortal Tree Realm.

"Elder An Zhi, it sounds like they are really ill-intentioned." Zhao Lu bent over and said with a flattering expression.

Taoist Lu Fang's eyes stayed on Taoist An Zhi for a moment, and seemed to have reacted. He quickly bent down and bowed: "The distinguished guest has arrived and has not been able to greet him. I wish you forgive me for your sins."

The disciples of Lingcang Sect also noticed the movements in Lingtian and rushed over. When they saw the people in Zhaoyue Pavilion, they were stunned. They didn't know what these people meant to go back.

Hai Ao looked at the monk called Elder An Zhi. He was tall and looked like a middle-aged man. His facial features were straight, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he had a more majestic aura. He was completely arrogant without anger. When the pressure of his cultivation level in the Immortal Tree Realm came out, many people couldn't breathe.

Taoist An Zhi looked at Taoist Lu Fang with an expressionless face, suddenly raised his hand and clapped his palms: "You are so good at acting, I'm almost cheated by you."

The disciples of Lingcang Sect knew that these people were not good, and were shocked by his sudden actions and looked uneasy. However, Hai Ao was confused and didn't know what they were talking about.

Taoist Lu Fang's expression did not change, he just bent over humbly, lowered his head and said, "I don't understand what you mean?"

"Don't understand?" Taoist An Zhi's voice was gentle and gentle. He looked at Taoist Lu Fang, who seemed honest and humble, and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I will let you understand."

After saying that, Taoist An Zhi no longer looked at Taoist Lu Fang, but raised his feet and walked towards a low mountain.

Zhao Lu looked at Taoist Lu Fang and other Ling Cangmen disciples surrounded by the spiritual field with a smile: "Let's go and have a look together."

Taoist Lu Fang looked at the way Taoist An Zhi went, and his face slightly darkened, but at this time he had no choice but to follow him.

Hai Ao looked at the short mountain not far away. The mountain was only half the height of the main peak of Lingcang Sect. The rocks were paved and looked dull and impermanent. He had never been there before. However, Hai Ao remembered that when he was talking to the head Taoist Lu Fang, Taoist Lu Fang looked at the short mountain several times with a distant look.

What's there?

Elder An Zhi took everyone to the foot of the low mountain and had no intention of moving forward. He had just stopped, his wrist trembled, and a snow-white flying sword suddenly appeared. In Hai Ao's puzzled gaze, he suddenly slashed at a huge rock two-tall at the foot of the mountain!

The sword energy roared, the huge rock shattered, the gravel scattered all over the ground, and the rich and pure spiritual energy gushed out.

Through the flying dust, Hai Ao saw a young man wearing ordinary clothes and sitting cross-legged.

The young man looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with clear eyebrows and strong facial features, but at this moment his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and there was blood that had just overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Threads of spiritual energy originally wrapped him like white fog, but was stimulated by the sword energy, and the spiritual energy rolled like boiling hot water, which actually completely controlled the young man!

Taoist An Zhi looked at the boy, and a cold curve was pulled out from the corner of his mouth. A bright light flashed in his palm. A round and delicate bronze mirror appeared in front of everyone. The mirror looked straight at the boy. In the mirror, there was a full gray fairy species, full of vitality. Forty-six fairy leaves grew on it, lush and green, with spiritual power as water.

He is a disciple with a gray immortal species, and this disciple is young and is actually at the forty-six-leaf realm of cultivation!

In an instant, everyone became quiet, and their uneasy emotions floated in the void.

Hai Ao looked at Taoist Lu Fang in surprise, shocked, and the blood on Taoist Lu Fang's face faded and pale.

Slap sex.

Applause rang out from Taoist An Zhi, and he looked at Taoist Lu Fang with a smile: "It's so good to hide it. If your people hadn't revealed their legs, I wouldn't have found out his existence."

"Gray seed, good, so good." Taoist An Zhi's eyes fell back to the boy who had been controlled by him and said softly.

There were blue veins on Taoist Lu Fang’s forehead, and he moved his body and blocked the exposed boy. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Taoist An Zhi with a cold and murderous look in front of him. On his old face, he begged: "Sir, please, please, please, he, he is the only hope of our sect."

Taoist Lu Fang gritted his teeth hard, and then thumped in front of all his disciples and knelt down at Taoist An Zhi. His voice was hoarse and his tone was humble: "Please, sir, we dare not be enemies with your sect, we just want you to let our disciples go."

"Your disciple?" Taoist An Zhi looked at the disciple, his mouth curled, and he was indescribably cold. "It is already forty-six Ye realms. Even if he is forced to turn to our disciple, he will not be loyal. If that is the case..."

brush!

The flying sword in An Zhidao Ren's hand turned into flowing light and came out in an instant, arousing heavy waves of air in the air, and endless murderous intent poured out!

Taoist Lu Fang's expression suddenly changed, and he staggered to get up to block it, but it was still too late!

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword came to the boy's left chest and passed through his heart. Its strength was so strong that he directly led the boy sitting cross-legged on the ground, and nailed it to the mountain wall with a bang!

The bright red blood spurted out from the boy's chest, dyeing his clothes red. The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly. He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but finally he lowered his head and completely lost his voice.

"Jiang Yue!" Taoist Lu Fang watched his disciple being nailed to death on the mountain wall with a flying sword. He was furious and screamed in pain. His eyes widened, his body trembled, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

"Junior brother!"

"Ah! You beasts!"

The ultimate silence is followed by a roar of despair.

The entire Lingcang Sect people were crazy. The blood flowing from Jiang Yue seemed to dye their eyes red. That was their future hope for Lingcang Sect!

Like a trapped beast who was forced into a desperate situation, it felt anger to tear everything apart in boundless despair. Everyone clenched their fists and walked towards the people of Zhaoyue Pavilion.

I endured myself for many years just to make Jiang Yue grow up well, but now, Jiang Yue is dead and the hope of the sect is gone.

Then what else is scary? I could even abandon my dignity, let alone life?

Taoist An Zhi looked at the disciples who were walking towards him in anger, and a contemptuous curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm really overestimating my ability."

Taoist An Zhi's body shook slightly, and a fairy tree as tall as two hundred feet rose through the air behind him. The surging spiritual energy roared out, the air waves rolled, and the strong wind blew. In an instant, all the disciples of Lingcang Sect flew out!

Hai Ao's arm was injured, and he forced himself to sit up halfway, and found that there was a mess in front of the short mountain, and no one of the Lingcang disciples stood.

The disciples of Zhaoyue Pavilion looked at them condescendingly, as if they were looking down at a group of ants.
Chapter completed!