"Buzz~~~"

Gu Lingyu stood above the sea of ​​books, and suddenly felt a blank in his mind. A wisp of the power of the inner demon eroded the body and directly enveloped Gu Lingyu's mood. Although he knew that this was an invincible inner demon eroding the heart, Gu Lingyu still felt that his soul was burning.

“…”

He frowned, his body suddenly fell, and finally fell into a forest of steles. There was a lot of Confucianism in the air everywhere, and even the sound of reading came from the Confucian Academy in the distance. This scene was really familiar.

This is the Confucian literary forest and the place where Gu Lingyu grew up.

"gentlemen."

His heart suddenly trembled. When he looked into the distance, he found an old man standing outside Wenlin, wearing a shabby Confucian shirt, with a completely thin and thin body, gray hair, and no charm in his eyes. He was Gu Lingyu's Mr. Zihuai of Confucian Wenlin.

Looking at the miserable appearance of his husband, Gu Lingyu's heart was as if he was shattered and rushed forward a few steps, but his feet seemed to be in the mud. He burst into tears and said crying: "Sir! Why did Mr. look like this?"

“…”

Mr. Zihuai slowly raised his head and looked at Gu Lingyu with sad eyes: "It turns out that it is... my family Lingyu... This place is not a place for a long time, go quickly... and go quickly..."

"gentlemen!"

Gu Lingyu knelt on the ground, unable to move his body.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery began to change, and the forest of text steles slowly disappeared, and then turned into black trees full of thorns. It was still the literary forest, but it was just the "careful forest" that scholars despise the most despised by scholars in the literary forest, and it was the place where scholars who made mistakes in their own lives.

Mr. Zihuai was still standing there, but a trace of bright red blood appeared on his shoulders, and a pair of golden shackles had penetrated his shoulders and sealed his cultivation.

The golden lock of sins of oneself is a severe punishment that only those who are guilty of the Confucian literary forest will bear. Any scholar who is covered with the golden lock of oneself is a sign that he has been removed from the Confucian literary forest. From then on, Confucianism will never think that this person is a Confucian and Taoist person.

"gentlemen……"

Gu Lingyu's voice began to tremble, tears rolling, and he said angrily: "What mistake did sir make? I, Gu Lingyu, are not convinced. Even if I sue the Supreme Master, I will definitely seek justice for sir!"

Mr. Zihuai looked sad: "Forget it... Is there really justice in this world?"

For a moment, Gu Lingyu's mood trembled and shook, and his peak at the twelve realms began to shake.

...

"Zero elm!"

Lin Zhao stood in the sea of ​​books and shouted loudly: "Don't get deeper and deeper, they are all inner demons, they are all false, you must see through it!"

Unfortunately, his shouting could not reach Gu Lingyu's eyes.

At this moment, when he suddenly looked back, he saw Feng Zhi's delicate body shaking in the wind, his pretty face full of paleness. At this moment, Feng Zhi was also deeply trapped in the inner demon.

"grown ups!"

In the desperate situation of the inner demon, Wu Zhi seemed to have become the girl in white again. Her right arm grew out again, holding a sword in her hand, and her sword intent at the peak of the twelve realms was squirting. Unfortunately, Wu Zhi couldn't see the person she wanted to see at this time. The commander of the three armies in white disappeared.

"grown ups……"

Wu Zhi cried heartbrokenly. She never thought that she would face such a catastrophe again, nor did she think that Lin Zhao, who was reincarnated and reborn, would die again. She looked ahead. There was half a mountain there, and the mountain was filled with black airflow, which was densely filled with inner demons.

Lin Zhao died in the mountains.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

The tears of the gardenia are gurgling, standing alone in place.

At this moment, a piece of sword tip suddenly pierced from Kuzhi's chest, and then flames swelled from the sword tip, directly burning Kuzhi's heart into a big hole, and even his heart disappeared. Behind him, the sound of the Thirteenth Realm monster came.

"Hmph, the legendary left-handed sword immortal, Wu Zhi, but so, what kills demons, and what is the strongest twelve realms in the world, it turns out that they can be killed with one sword. The young men loaded Wu Zhi's body into the car, put it together with her poor master and transported it back to the ancestral mountain, burning it to sacrifice to the sky with a fire!"

“Hahahaha~~~”

A group of demon soldiers laughed wildly.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhi felt that his body was moved up by a demon soldier and threw it hard on a corpse transport cart.

This corpse transport truck was full of fishy smell. This smell had long been deeply imprinted in the depths of Feng Zhi's heart. It was a nightmare for her, but Feng Zhi didn't expect that this nightmare would happen again.

Moreover, this nightmare made her heart even more heartbroken. Just when Wu Zhi was thrown involuntarily on the corpse transport cart, she turned and saw a scene that broke her heart.

She saw Lin Zhao's body, wearing a white robe and silver armor, and was still carrying the dragon-slaying sword behind her. However, her white robe was almost dyed red with blood. She lay straight on the corpse transport cart, and half of her face was cut off by the sword cultivator of the demon clan, and her death was extremely tragic.

Immediately afterwards, corpses fell down and buried Lin Zhao's body.

"Sir... Sir..."

Wu Zhi cried so hard that her heart was heartbroken. At this moment, her innocence completely collapsed. Living in this world was no longer meaningful.

...

"Baizhi!"

Lin Zhao clenched his fists tightly, stretched out his hand to shake it and was drowsy. His eyes were blank, but there was no way. Wu Zhi was deeply trapped in the inner demon. Moreover, when Lin Zhao held Wu Zhi's shoulder, his hands seemed to be exploring into flames. The blazing flame of the inner demon was unbearable.

He hurriedly withdrew his hands and said angrily: "Baizhi, it's all illusions, don't be so heartbroken, cheer up!"

However, Wu Zhi was covered by the black vine of the inner demon, and was bathed in the flames of the inner demon, closed his eyes and kept crying, and just murmured: "Sir... If you want to leave, take Wu Zhi with you. I don't want to live alone in this world anymore..."

Lin Zhao's eyes turned red. He had long known that Wu Zhi was very dependent on him. It was not love, but it was a very pure relationship. However, Lin Zhao did not expect that Wu Zhi's dependence on him would be so deep that he had become the biggest source of her inner demon.

Can you hate her for being incompetent?

No, Lin Zhao could only feel distressed and guilty towards Shao Zhi at this time. His death was indeed sober, but those who were alive had to endure a hundred years of suffering.

At this moment, Lin Zhao suddenly turned around and saw Tang Guangjun kneeling on the ground with a "thump" look on his face, holding a sword in his hand, tears rolling in his eyes. Under the torture of great guilt, he almost drew his sword and committed suicide.

"Tang Guangjun!"

Lin Zhao rushed over, grabbed Tang Guangjun's arm holding the sword, and shouted angrily: "It's an illusion, not real. No matter what you see, it's the invincible inner demon that wants you to see. Don't get stuck in the mud!"

Unfortunately, Tang Guangjun could not hear Lin Zhao's voice at all.

In the desperate situation of the inner demon, Tang Guangjun stood in the back mountain of the military ancestral courtyard, kneeling on a large blue stone. Not far away, an old figure shaking. His hair was disheveled, his armor was ragged, and his military priest was also very thin, but his ghostly aura was very strong.

The old man was nothing but Li Xin, one of the seventy-two generals of the Wu Temple, who was taught by Tang Guangjun.

Unfortunately, although Li Xin's military achievements were outstanding and he had made many contributions to the ancestral court of military strategists, he seemed not good at practicing military strategists. Although he was ranked among the 72 generals, he was always just a galaxy realm.

Among the 72 generals in the Wu Temple, Huo Piaoyao, Huangfu Song and others are all real thirteen realms. Military cultivators have always been very difficult to fight, otherwise they would not be worthy of being called military strategists. Looking at the Wu Temple, the four saints are all fourteen realms, and the ten philosophers also started at the thirteen realms.

Therefore, although Li Xin is ranked among the 72 generals, his realm is really too low. What else can he do except lead troops to fight in a galaxy realm? For example, the inner demons of the outer heaven are everywhere, and there are countless people in the ancestral courtyard of the military corps who can lead troops to fight in a war, and there are no shortage of him, Li Xin.

Moreover, there is another rule in the ancestral family of military strategists. In the ranking of military strategists, the ranking of disciples cannot surpass the master. Therefore, even if Tang Guangjun is a military strategist, he is already a peak sword cultivator at the twelve realms, but he still cannot enter the 72 generals of the Martial Temple.

Li Xin not only made Tang Guangjun but also became a shackle for Tang Guangjun.

Therefore, there was a quarrel between masters and apprentices from the ancestral court of the military ancestral family and heart-to-heart. After that quarrel, Li Xin committed suicide directly and the soldiers died. It was precisely because of this turmoil that the Soldier sent Tang Guangjun to the Snowy Tianchi as a janitor.

After all, Li Xin is Tang Guangjun's inner demon.

"Old man!"

Tang Guangjun knelt on the huge rock, tears flowing. What he thought of was the scene of following his master Li Xin when he was a competitive boy. Even if he climbed onto Li Xin's shoulders, his master never blamed him and loved him very much.

Even once Tang Guangjun fought with other apprentices in his ancestral courtyard, and Li Xin actually ran to the other side's master at the twelve level in a mere Galaxy Realm. If it weren't for the military immortal Han Xin coming forward, Li Xin would probably be beaten.

Unfortunately, Tang Guangjun was ignorant at that time and even complained: "Old man, your biggest problem is that your realm is too low and your combat power is too weak, so you can't even protect your disciples."

That night, Li Xin cried alone in the back mountain all night.

Now, Tang Guangjun remembered the past, knew his sins well, knelt on the stone and cried loudly. Looking at Li Xin's disheveled and wronged soul, he didn't feel scared at all, but just cried loudly, his heart full of repentance.

Although the old man is weak, he is actually trying his best to protect himself.


Chapter completed!