Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1039
"Sovereign, why do you judge that my disciple is lying?"

Wu Hang blocked Liu Xiaomei.

"I feel that Yan Fei is dead."

Hearing what Lian Meng said, Liu Xiaomei was shocked.

"What does Yan Fei's death have to do with my apprentice?" Wu Hang asked.

"If I'm not wrong, your apprentice is with Yan Fei."

Lian Meng said coldly: "Elder Wu should know that I can calculate birth and death, so do you still want to protect your apprentice?"

"what happened?"

Wu Hang turned his head and shouted loudly, but there was worry in his eyes.

Worried about Liu Xiaomei.

Liu Xiaomei bit her lip and said, "I was with Yan Fei, and Yan Fei took me to his grandfather's coffin."

"Yan Fei wants to double cultivate with me...and me to stimulate the will of the golden core in his grandfather's bones."

"Well, the Yan family does have such an ability, so you killed Yan Fei?" Lian Meng said.

"Sovereign, Yan Fei is the No.1 of the younger generation, at the late stage of foundation establishment, and my disciple is at the middle stage of foundation establishment. The gap between the two is too big. Even if my disciple wants to kill him, he won't be able to kill him."

Wu Hang spoke for Liu Xiaomei.

"I think she's still a virgin." Lian Meng said.

Wu Hang didn't know how to explain, he looked at Liu Xiaomei.

Liu Xiaomei said: "It's true that he wanted my body, but before he succeeded, his grandfather's bones jumped up. Yan Fei said that his Yan family has a secret method to control the ability of the ancestors, but when he used the secret method Something went wrong and he was killed by his grandpa's bones."

"..." Lian Meng narrowed his eyes, "Yan Fei is dead, but you are still alive."

"I was frightened at the time, and in a panic, I fell into the coffin, and I got here." Liu Xiaomei forced herself to remain calm.

"The Supreme Elder, the Sovereign."

Wu Hang said: "Xiaomei is right, you can indeed reach here from the coffin."

The silver-haired old man and Lian Meng exchanged glances.

The silver-haired old man stretched out a palm.

Black air came out.

The black air lingered, forming a picture.

There are Liu Xiaomei and Yan Fei in the picture, and there is another person, but it is blurry.

"Who is this person?"

The silver-haired old man opened his eyes.

"The old suzerain couldn't figure it out..."

Lian Meng was shocked, "Who sneaked into the forbidden area?"

Liu Xiaomei was frightened, she kept backing away.

"Don't tell me?" said the silver-haired old man.

"Xiaomei, who is it?" Wu Hang asked.

Liu Xiaomei shook her head, it was impossible for her to tell Tian Ermiao.

"Since you don't say..."

The silver-haired old man waved his hand, "Bring those people and her under the sacred monument."

"Elder in the sky, no..."

Wu Hang exclaimed.

"Ok?"

The silver-haired old man looked at Wu Hang coldly, "Are you still thinking about your apprentice?"

"I..." Wu Hang bit the bullet and continued to speak.

"roll!"

The silver-haired old man gave a loud shout.

puff!
Wu Hang couldn't bear it anymore. After a mouthful of blood spewed out, he backed up again and again, sat down on the ground and couldn't stand up.

"Master..." Liu Xiaomei shouted.

"go!"

Liu Xiaomei and a group of people were taken away.

"Where are you taking us?"

"Where's our spirit stone?"

"This place is too scary. I don't want the spirit stone anymore. Let me go back."

"Yes, I don't want Lingshi anymore, I want to leave."

Many people shouted out their hearts, but they have already come, so of course they can't go back.

The sound becomes less and less, and eventually disappears.

It was because, as they got closer to the stone tablet, the dead air was too strong, and their bodies felt intense discomfort.

"Let their blood be released and let them die slowly."

The silver-haired old man said: "In this way, their unwillingness and resentment can reach their peak, and their death will increase even more."

Lian Meng took two steps forward, and with a wave of his hand, a whirlwind swept over those people.

After the whirlwind passed, Liu Xiaomei and the others had wounds on their wrists, and blood flowed continuously.

They are all monks, and in normal times, this wound is nothing at all.

However, they were attacked by death energy, so they couldn't use their cultivation at all, and could only watch the blood flow until it was completely gone.

Resentment and resentment filled the surroundings.

The silver-haired old man nodded in satisfaction.

"I'm going to die, I don't know where my benefactor has gone, I hope he's okay, and master, master, I'm sorry, I have troubled you..."

Tears flowed from Liu Xiaomei's eyes.

After entering Zixia Sect, her master Wu Hang was really kind to her.

Liu Xiaomei has no parents, she feels that Master is like a father.

She saw Wu Hang, and Wu Hang was also looking at her.

Wu Hang was in poor condition, with a helpless expression on his face, he could only watch his apprentice die helplessly.

Wu Hang saw the tear stains on Liu Xiaomei's face, and also saw the shape of Liu Xiaomei's mouth saying "I'm sorry".

However, apart from watching, he only has the right to sigh.

In front of the late Jindan strongman, his strength at the early Jindan stage was simply not enough, and he couldn't bear the angry shout of the silver-haired old man.

The blood flowed more and more, and the surrounding area was dyed red.

And, the blood flowed towards the stele and the bones on the tomb.

Slowly, the stele turned red, and the bones also turned red.

Some people couldn't bear to die, and besides leaving behind bloodless corpses, there was still death.

Liu Xiaomei felt that she was about to die.

She began to hallucinate, and things in her mind were particularly fuzzy.

It became more and more blurred, and the consciousness faded away.

"Are you going to die..."

The silver-haired old man stared at the stele.

Lian Meng asked: "Old Sect Master, after this time, will our Zixia Sect really have a corpse with the strength of Nascent Soul?"

"of course."

The silver-haired old man looked at the stele and said: "He is my master, a genius among geniuses. He is the only Nascent Soul monk in the history of our Zixia Sect. He is the pride of the Zixia Sect. Although he is dead, As his apprentice, I will continue to shine his glory on the Zixia Sect."

"Old Sect Master, if it really succeeds, our Zixia Sect will be able to break away from the second-rate." Lian Meng said a little excitedly.

"Having the Nascent Soul in the formation is the foundation of a powerful force."

The silver-haired old man said: "The Zixia Sect will naturally be promoted to the first class."

"People are almost dead, and death is not bad."

Lian Meng felt the increasing death energy around him, and said, "Do you want to start?"

"Almost there."

The silver-haired old man raised his hand.

Two old men walked towards the stele.

Halfway through, their footsteps suddenly stopped.

Unanimously, the two were shocked and puzzled, and they looked back at the silver-haired old man.

The silver-haired old man was also shocked.

"Old Sect Master, how could the death energy...become thinner?"

Lian Meng said: "Even if it is absorbed by the corpse, it will not be so fast."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
The silver-haired old man shouted: "Open the holy monument!"

The two old men strode over, and they both slapped each other.

However, before their palms touched the stele, a loud noise came out.

boom!
(End of this chapter)