"Is Junior Brother Lin still kneeling?"

"Well, I'm still kneeling. If you want to say that Junior Brother Lin is really a person who values ​​friendship, but this time he made a mistake. If someone else is replaced, the ancestor may still show mercy, but Fang Ling..."

"Who said no? The wood is so beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. If you want to blame it, you can only blame him for being too outstanding. Defeat Dong Haoran and become the first person to build a foundation. Hehe, this is not so easy to be a foundation-building monk!"

Several disciples of Qingyuan Sect were talking in a low voice. Just when they almost laughed out loud, a figure came out from the inner courtyard. When these foundation-building monks saw the visitor, they respectfully said, "Greetings to Senior Brother!"

Guo Zhenying nodded without saying a word. He walked out of the yard. Guo Zhenying's face was a little tight, looking like he was not close to someone, but there was a trace of ecstasy hidden in his heart.

The person who killed Fang Ling was like a mountain was about to die in the words of Lan Yang Yushi. While this person's death made him feel relieved, he had a hint of anxious expectation, that was, if Dong Haoran died, it would be so refreshing.

However, when he walked outside the gate, a hundred feet away, his face darkened. He quickly walked to the person who was kneeling straight outside the gate, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Lin, you have been kneeling for a day and a night, but the ancestor made up his mind and cannot save it. Why are you doing this!"

The man kneeling on the ground was Lin Mucheng. His face turned a little pale. Although he was a foundation-building monk, in order to show his determination, he did not urge his true energy to protect his body. Hearing Guo Zhenying's words, he whispered: "Senior Brother, I know that hope is slim. But I have to do it, this is the only thing I can do for Fang Ling."

"Junior Brother Lin, although Fang Ling helped us on Jintongling, you are not afraid of angering the ancestor to save him, which is considered to be a return of his affection. If you insist on persisting like this, it will be of no benefit to anger the ancestor." Guo Zhenying said this and sighed again: "Fang Ling's death is not because he made any mistake, but because he is too outstanding!"

"As a disciple of the declining sect of Zhendao Sect, he is so outstanding. Do you think all the elders will give him a way out?"

A hint of gloom appeared on Lin Mucheng's face, but then he knelt down silently on the ground again. Guo Zhenying looked at Lin Mucheng's insistence and whispered: "Don't waste your time. It's about to arrive at noon. Let's go over and see him off!"

This sentence made Lin Mucheng's heart tremble for a moment. After pondering for a moment, he stood up from the ground with difficulty and said, "The eldest brother is right. Although he can't help him, he has to send him a ride."

"Dangdang..." The clear bell sounded in the courtyard where Qingyuan Gate lived, and disciples of Qingyuan Gate gathered from all directions into the courtyard. Seven real people from Jindan surrounded Sun Dali and walked out of the main hall. Sun Dali's eyes swept across Lin Mucheng's face. Then he took the lead in floating outside the door.

The disciples of Qingyuan Sect walked behind him very regularly. For a moment, the indescribable solemnity and blazing sunlight dropped from the void, adding a lot of golden light to all Qingyuan Sect disciples.

At the Lishan Palace, Lan Yang Yushi, the elder of the Lishan Palace, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on a white jade treasure collapsed. Invisible spiritual energy was like the rivers of the sea gathering towards his body.

"Report to the Supreme Emperor, it will be three o'clock in the morning." A Jindan Zhenren who looked over 40 years old reported respectfully to Lan Yang Yushi. Lan Yang Yushi nodded, but asked in a deep voice: "Is there no news about Haoran yet?"

"Not yet, but please rest assured. With Junior Brother Zhang here, he will not be in any danger." The Jindan Zhenren said hurriedly.

Lan Yang Yushi nodded and said in a deep voice: "I'm not afraid of Haoran's danger, but I'm afraid that he will get stuck in a stubborn manner. He has never suffered any setbacks..., Alas, this damn Fang Ling!"

The Jindan Zhenren looked at the sigh of Lan Yang Yushi, and couldn't help but think in his heart that there had been legends in the sect that Dong Haoran was the illegitimate son of Lan Yang's ancestor. He was originally skeptical about this matter, but now it seems that it is 80% true.

Otherwise, most of the disciples in the sect who failed once would give up decisively. How could they just get the mistakes on the opponent like Old Ancestor Lan Yang, and ignore their identity and directly erase the foundation-building cultivator?

Lan Yang Yushi also realized that he had lost his composure and calmed down his emotions and said, "Since the time is almost over, let's go there too. By the way, Li Zhengqi, the Zhendao Sect, did not have any accidents, right?"

"Disciple and two senior brothers monitored for a night, and no one from Zhendao Sect went out." The Jindan Zhenren hurriedly replied respectfully.

Lan Yang Yushi smiled and said with some satisfaction: "I don't dare to measure him! If this Fang Ling wasn't really hateful, I would be very willing to send him away. Unfortunately, this kid has just such a little courage."

Hundreds of disciples from Lishan Palace were already waiting outside the hall. When they saw Lan Yang Yushi coming out, they bowed and said, "Disciple, pay homage to the ancestor Lan Yang!"

Lan Yang Yushi waved his hand and walked out of the palace gate. The golden elixir disciples surrounded him like stars and the moon. The steps of the people finally gathered into a cloud, which looked like a layer of white clouds supporting the Lishan Palace and the group of people flying.

Many mortals who saw Lan Yang feather traveling saw this scene, fell to their knees on the ground, calling out loudly to the old gods.

When Lan Yang Yushi and others arrived at Tianshou Palace, a large number of disciples of the five sects had gathered in the Tianshou Palace. A new platform that was three meters high was built at the center of Tianshou Palace. This platform was ordinary, but the eyes of many disciples were still on this platform.

"Wait a minute, I'll kill Fang Ling on this platform!"

"I heard that at that time, I would use a talisman to seal Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness. With one knife, both the soul and soul will be destroyed!"

"If the souls and souls are destroyed, how could it be called the Immortal-Slaying Platform?"

When Lan Yang Yushi thought, the discussions around him had already fallen into his ears. He did not care about the discussions of these disciples at all. As his thoughts turned, he walked towards the steps of the hall.

"Old Ancestor Lan Yang, Fang Ling is just a child. Please give him a thumbs up and let him go!" A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly ran out of the crowd, knelt respectfully in front of Lan Yang Yushi, begging bitterly.

The sudden appearance made Lan Yang Yushi frown. This is a mortal with a cultivation level that has not yet been cultivated for seven levels. Therefore, when he broke through, the ancestor Lan Yang did not notice him at all. It was like an elephant not paying attention to an ant. Such a mortal did not pose any threat to the ancestor Lan Yang. How could he have the leisure to pay attention to such a mortal?

"Ancestor, although Fang Ling did something wrong, he will not die of sin. I, Ancestor, please help him to help him live. As long as you can spare him, I, Liu Xu, are willing to be a cow and a horse for the ancestor, and I will never refuse!" The person who knelt on the ground kowtowed hard while speaking.

The ground of Tianshou Palace was paved with big bluestone. Liu Xu's head hit the ground. With just a few strokes, blood flowed down his forehead.

The many disciples who were originally talking about it couldn't help but look at this place, and many disciples who couldn't squeeze in were even flying in the void to watch the fun.

"Who are you?" The good mood of the ancestor Lan Yang was suddenly destroyed a lot, but as an ancestor of a sect, his demeanor must be maintained in front of so many disciples.

"The villain Liu Xu is the father of Fang Ling. The so-called adopted son is not a godfather. Since he was born, the younger generation has rarely disciplined him for some reasons, which caused trouble. He also asked the ancestor to be merciful and protect him from his life. I... I am willing to bear all the guilt for him. The ancestor is merciful!" Liu Xu said this and kowtowed again.

"The great way is ruthless, not to mention that at this critical moment, Fang Ling's sutra is unforgivable. You leave!" As Lan Yang Yushi spoke, he waved his sleeves into the void. Liu Xu, who was still kowtowing, was suddenly locked in the air. Several monks of Lishan Palace who were following him came up and pulled Liu Xu and walked out.

Liu Xu wanted to shout and beg, but his mouth couldn't make any sound. Now the only thing that could move in his body was his eyes. At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was despair.

After hearing the news that Fang Ling was going to be killed, Liu Xu knew very well that with his meager strength, he would not have any effect at all. The hope of begging Lan Yang Yushi to release Fang Ling was even more slim. However, no matter how slim he was, he would still try it. After all, this was his only way to save Fang Ling.

Although Fang Ling is stronger than him, as Fang Ling's father, even if he has the only hope, he is unwilling to give up, nor can he give up!

"You can't resist your thighs, so you'd better live your life honestly!" After throwing Liu Xu outside Tianshou Palace, a disciple from Lishan Palace whispered: "After an hour, the forbidden area on your body will disappear."

Several Lishan Palace disciples gradually moved away, and Liu Xu's heart was extremely painful. He was filled with sadness and anger, and even more helplessness. Although he didn't have much contact with this son, watching him die, he felt uncomfortable as if he was cut by a knife.

"Take Fang Ling!" A voice full of majesticity came from Tianshou Palace. With this sound, a murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire void!

On the giant steps in front of the Wanshou Palace Hall, four jade chairs lined up in a row. Lan Yang Yushi and four Nascent Soul Ancestors sat steadily on the chairs. On both sides of them, more than 30 Jindan real people stood with their heads down! (To be continued...)
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