A white tiger, which was ten feet long, rose above Fang Ling's head as the formation map was sacrificed. Although the white tiger had no movement, its endless power made people feel cold in their hearts.

"The white tiger condenses, it's really the white tiger condenses!" Looking at the white tiger, Li Zhengqi's excited palm trembled, and a tear scar rushed out of his eyes!

"Sacrifice!" Xu Feiqiong glanced at Fang Ling with a strange face, and suddenly slapped his Qiankun bag. A formation map flew out of her Qiankun bag. The formation map instantly turned into a flame in the void. A fiery red vermilion bird that was only half a foot long spread its wings and flew in the flames!

Suzaku Divine Fire Picture!

As Xu Feiqiong's treasure map was sacrificed, Li Zhengqi and Jia Chenan sacrificed two formation maps almost at the same time. In an instant, a green dragon and a black black twilight appeared above the two of them.

The moment when Fang Ling was condensed in Jia Chen'an's Xuanwu shape, he felt a vague connection between himself and the three of them. This connection was invisible and intangible, but it was real.

Li Zhengqi and the other three also sensed this connection. The three of them had smiles on their faces. Li Zhengqi said first: "Fang Ling, these four array diagrams are originally a complete four-spirit array diagram, but it is too difficult to sacrifice and refine these four-spirit array diagrams, so the senior ancestor used ** power to divide the four-spirit array diagram into four parts."

"But as long as we join forces, although we cannot exert the power of the complete Four Spirit Array Map, we can still use most of the means. As long as we can exert half of the power of the Four Spirit Array, our Zhendao Sect can gain a foothold among the five major sects."

Xu Feiqiong took the Suzaku Divine Fire Picture above his head and whispered: "Fang Ling. I'm afraid you don't know it yet. Yesterday, the four Nascent Soul Ancestors summoned me to wait for me. In addition to discussing the fight against the enemy, there is another thing about you."

Fang Ling also quickly put away the White Tiger Seven Killing Picture. He already had a bad idea at this time: "About me?"

"Yes, it's about you. The Lan Yang Yushi of Lishan Palace decided that today, you will be killed in front of all the monks of the five sects on the grounds that you have left your post without permission and are afraid of death!" Jia Chen'an said with a hint of disdain: "He is simply farting for such reasons. But his Nascent Soul Ancestor."

"But now, you have refined the White Tiger Seven Killings Picture, so we are not afraid of him, Lan Yang Feather." Li Zhengqi smiled and said, "This time, our Zhendao Sect must find our lost position back."

Looking at the three people talking, Fang Ling felt a cold sweat. He knew in his heart that if he hadn't refined the White Tiger Seven Killings Picture, these three people would have handed him over to Lan Yang Yushi without hesitation.

Leaving your post without permission, greed for life and fear of death! This is the crime of wanting to be accused of. No refusal. Facing the pursuit of the five foundation-building monks of the Lianzun Sect, if you stay in Qingfu Palace, there is no other way to go except to die.

Now, killing oneself in this name means that some people don’t want to let themselves live. For those who are unwilling to let themselves live, reasons are not important, and excuses are not important. What is important is that they have strength in their hands. They are the ancestors of the Nascent Soul, and they control the life and death of countless people. In their eyes, I am afraid that they are just an insignificant ant. It is precisely this reason that if they want to kill themselves, they can kill themselves.

Life is not under his control, and this feeling makes Fang Ling feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, his desire for power is even stronger. Because only power can control his life and death, and only power can make himself live with dignity!

"Now, there is still one hour before the time that Lan Yang Yushi's definite is determined. Let's discuss the mystery of the Four Spirit Array and strive to exert the maximum power of these Four Spirit Arrays." Li Zhengqi smiled and said, "This time, I must let the Lan Yang Yushi know that our Zhendao Sect is not a soft persimmon that he can pinch if he wants."

Jia Chen'an and Xu Feiqiong nodded with a smile, and Fang Ling followed the three of them to a quiet room. His anger when he first heard the news had disappeared a lot. At this moment, he had all the determination in his heart. No matter who you are, if you want to make a decision, I have to tear off two of your teeth!

The disciples of Zhendao Sect were all listlessly doing their own things. At this time, most of the disciples of Zhendao Sect were heartbroken. Although they didn’t deal with Fang Ling much, a fellow disciple who defeated Dong Haoran of Lishan Palace made them look very glorious, and in front of other sects, it was enough to make them hold their heads up.

For many years, the Zhendao Sect has always been lower than the other four major sects. They have the least amount of offerings from Lu State; they have the second most; some battles that have been in fact taken advantage of the truth and suffered losses, and in the end they have been refusing to apologize to others! All of this is like a little accumulated flame, pressing on the hearts of the disciples of the Zhendao Sect. The flames burned them very uncomfortable. However, no matter how uncomfortable they felt, they had to endure it.

This is the case in this world, either cruel or tolerant. They also want to be cruel, but they don’t have the strength. Because their sect has no Nascent Soul Ancestor and no one supports them. Now, seeing a senior brother who can stand up and bring them glory will appear in the sect, but he will be killed in front of all the cultivators of the five major sects.

The reason for the killing is to leave the post without permission!

"It's just a fart! Faced with the siege of the enemy, the people from their Lishan Palace ran faster than their senior brother. Half a month ago, the first one to run was their Lishan Palace disciples. If they want to kill them, they should kill those dogs!" A big man sitting on a stone slapped the stone hard, and the stone instantly turned into pieces.

His venting suddenly ignited the flames in the hearts of other foundation-building disciples of Zhendao Sect. A disciple standing under a tree shouted: "Why did Lishan Palace kill Senior Brother Fang? Isn't it because he is afraid of his talent? Isn't he defeating Dong Haoran, who is known as the first person in the foundation-building of the five sects?"

"If you have the courage, let Dong Haoran and Senior Brother Fang have a life-and-death battle. Relying on the identity of the senior ancestor, what is it!"

"Yes, what's the point? I don't agree!"

"I'm not convinced if I wait. I'll defend myself before the immortal platform. I want to see if the Lan Yang Yushi wants to be shameless!"

Jiao Feihu frowned as he heard the increasingly fierce discussion. He was unwilling to speak, but he knew that letting them vent their anger without restraint would definitely cause trouble for the sect. As one of the core disciples, he knew very well the difference between the Zhendao Sect and several other major sects. What's the use of defending against the Nascent Soul Ancestor? If the Lan Yang Yushi was a reasonable person, he would probably not use a very bad reason to kill Fang Ling.

"My junior brothers, don't talk about this anymore. If someone hears it, it will cause trouble for our sect!" Jiao Feihu said these words very difficult, but he must say them. Another disciple was dissatisfied and wanted to argue. He waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, I know everything you want to say, but everyone should understand that we are facing a Nascent Soul Ancestor!"

The atmosphere around suddenly became silent, and everyone's expressions became extremely heavy. Unwilling, grief and anger, silence... In this atmosphere, there were also people laughing. The laughing person hid in the house and laughed happily. Although his laughing made him twitch and felt a little uncomfortable, he still couldn't stop laughing. This person was Bai Yuqi. He thought he would never have the chance to take revenge, but he never expected that God seemed to have heard his prayers. Several Nascent Soul Elders were going to kill Fang Ling on a false charge. Hahaha, the killing was good, the killing was wonderful. What was not important. What was important was that Fang Ling would definitely die, and he was ruined! At that time, I must go and see how Fang Ling died. He should be very sad, angry, helpless, and uncomfortable...

Bai Yuqi waved her arm, as if Fang Ling could be killed by her wave, but this wave made him feel extremely uncomfortable. The damage Fang Ling brought to him was not as simple as external injuries. Thinking of her being humiliated by twelve ghost-like women, Bai Yuqi's hatred increased a little!

You must die a little!

Whether they are happy or angry, time will not be shifted by their emotions. As the sun gradually moves to the position of Zhongtian, it begins to approach at noon. Many disciples are ready to set off for Tianshou Palace in the residence of Chunyu Valley!

"Senior Sister, when will we set off?" Junior Sister Ji, with a gloomy face, came to Chun Wushuang's side and asked Chun Wushuang in a low voice.

Chun Wushuang whispered: "Isn't it still a while? Why are you doing so early?"

"Senior Sister Chun, will Senior Brother Fang really be killed?" Junior Sister Ji said this and rubbed her hands and said, "In Jintongling, if Senior Brother Fang hadn't broken the Thousand Soul Formation, we foundation-building disciples would have at least more than half of them died. Should we ask the ancestor to ask him to protect Senior Brother Fang's life?"

Chun Wushuang's heart twitched suddenly. She had not thought so. However, the moment this thought arose, she rejected it. Not to mention whether her ancestor would turn against Lan Yang Yushi because of this matter, I am afraid that his ancestor would also contribute to this matter.

No one wants a genius disciple to appear in the decline of Zhendao Sect, and he doesn't want this genius disciple to grow up. After all, a person who is completely in line with the magic weapon has great hope of achieving the golden elixir, and the possibility of achieving the Nascent Soul is not small.

Just yesterday, when he heard the news of Fang Ling's return, Chun Wushuang sighed that he was very lucky, but he didn't expect that he would enter the Qudu City and enter the Wude Death City. He killed him for the crime of leaving his post without permission. This is so funny. Which sect teaches his disciples, does not mean that when encountering irresistible dangers, it is best to avoid them? And the more this happens, the more it means that the intention of the Nascent Soul Ancestors to kill him is already very obvious, and no one can save him!

"Don't waste your energy!" Chun Wushuang said lightly. (To be continued...)
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