God-level Punishment System

How does it feel to be alone for three years? How does it feel to be alone in a nih, a place without the slightest color, for three years? What will happen to a person who has endured the torture of innocence and grinds lonely for three years in nothingness? It was the belief in the heart, the father Ling, and the Luo Yezong, which gave Ling Zhi the motivation to persevere.

When he came out, he refused to mention anything in the black hole because he didn't want to mention it.

This is what he has suffered and suffered, but it will turn into his strength, melt into his body, and pave his way.

The speed of the black ridge shark is already surprisingly fast. After being promoted to the middle-ranking spirit beast, it is even faster. Lexus just pointed in one direction and allowed it to gallop in this vast ocean. Zheng took the black ridge shark. , Take a black ridge shark, go.

Not lost to the body of the middle ninth rank spirit beast, not lost to any soul power in the middle stage of the artistic conception, strong soul body defense, a Wang Bing beast killing arrow comparable to the high-grade Horcrux, a concentric sword graphite Sword, fifth-level alchemist.

Ling Zhi entered the boundless sea with nine levels of physical realm, but now, he is already on the fourth level of artistic realm.

This is the level and realm reached by the Patriarchs of the Four Great Masters.

At that time, he could only look up.

Now, he is in this position.

"Wait for me, I am Lexus back!"

Ling Zhi resisted his inner excitement, his eyes were sharp, as if he had pierced the sky and saw the Fallen Leaf Sect.

Before leaving the inland sea, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the seashore. Ling Zhi was surprised for a while and motioned for the black ridge shark to move towards the black shadow.

...Xuanzhou, Luoyezong.

"metropolitan."

Outside the tower, several elders of the Fallen Leaf Sect stood on this square.

They hesitated for a while, and then they called out in unison to the tower.

Under the tower, behind this square, there are countless fallen leaf disciples standing densely, one by one standing there with grief and indignation, looking forward to the tower.

Among these disciples, Ye Qingcheng and others were not there, but the number was very large, and there were 70% to 80% of the disciples of the Fallen Sect, all of them here.

The eyes of some disciples were crying red, some disciples' fists were clenched, and some disciples' bodies were shaking.

The second elder turned angrily and glanced at the top of the elder peak, which was where the elder was.

"Send someone to call the Great Elder?"

"Back to the second elder, shouted."

Some disciples returned to him.

"Any response?"

The second elder asked, he had a grumpy temper. He was Niu Yuanhang's master with twice the hands of ordinary people.

This disciple stubbornly didn't know how to answer.

The blue veins on the hands of the second elder violently violently violently, gritted his teeth and stared in the direction of the elder peak.

"Don't look, this matter is too big, you and I can't solve it, you must ask the Sect Master."

On the side of the second elder, one spoke and stopped the second elder.

"but……"

The second elder hesitated,

"You know why the Sect Master went in, if you disturb him when he is most critical."

"I can't manage that much. This matter is too critical. If the suzerain knows, he will definitely support our actions."

Seventh Elder Yao Luo spoke, preventing the second elder from speaking.

Yao Luo is Ye Qingcheng's master, but 30, mature, is the first beauty of the Fallen Ye Sect before Ye Qingcheng.

Although the beauty is slightly inferior to Ye Qingcheng, the maturity and every move is not comparable to a young girl like Ye Qingcheng.

If Ye Qingcheng is the most popular among Luoye disciples, then Yao Luo's popularity is also at the forefront among the Luoye management and even among the talented disciples of the previous generation of large sects.

"metropolitan!"

Yao Luo continued to speak, and the second elder sighed, knowing that this matter could no longer be delayed, and stepped forward to tap a piece of ground in front of the tower according to the method Zhou Xuanqing left before the retreat.

This is a moment of formation in front of the tower, and only the Sect Master has always known.

"Hey, scream, scream, that old Piff hasn't made a breakthrough for so many years, and in this short period of time, he can't break through to the late stage of the artistic conception. How can it be so easy!"

The great elder walked out of his darkness for the first time, looking savagely here.

His body is very similar to Zhou Xuanqing, but his head is still hidden by the black hood, and his face is not visible.

In the tense and tormental waiting of everyone, after a stick of incense, a portal naturally emerged in front of the tower.

"It's the suzerain!"

Many disciples exclaimed, looking to this side excitedly.

The elders held their breaths and stared at the door, their bodies trembling slightly and nervously.

The most feared thing in retreat is to be disturbed by others, which can easily lead the martial artist to get rid of the devil, or to abandon his previous achievements.

They were afraid, afraid that they and others would interrupt Zhou Xuanqing's cultivation.

If so, perhaps the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

In the nervous waiting, a figure finally stepped out from behind the door.

Zhou Xuanqing's figure appeared in front of all Rao.

The upright body, the face is no longer full of wrinkles, a blue silk, a few strands of white hair, but more charming.

The clothes are still gray, but they have a completely different taste.

The contemporary lord of the fallen leaves, the number one who suddenly rose decades ago, Zhou Xuanqing! Because of some things, he hadn't practiced for ten years, but his realm was still unconsciously pushed from the fourth level of artistic conception to the next sixth level.

Now, what kind of state will he be like when he enters the tower and practices in retreat? ...

"Ao Gui?"

Ling Zhi frowned suspiciously and looked at Ao Gui who appeared in front of him on his own initiative.

Ao Gui's head was half-shucked, and he was ready to assume the strongest defensive posture at any time.

During the fierce battle that day, Ao Gui had never taken action, leading to his departure later, and Ling Zhi never saw it.

But Ao Gui didn't make a move, so there was no grudge between each other.

"With your personality, why would you take the initiative to find me?"

Ling Zhi curiously asked, and he deliberately pressed his lips.

"Why, did you see my arrow, or did you see something like that on me?"

"I always hear that tortoise soup is the most replenishing. You are an old tortoise for thousands of years. I am afraid that this tortoise shell can be cooked for three or three nights. It just happens that my body has been in short supply recently. Do you mean it? "

Ling Zhi smiled.

Ao Gui trembled all over, and glanced at Ling Zhi suspiciously.

After a while, he said,

"I know you are not that kind of person, then I didn't do anything, and I came to see you for something really happened. If you scare me again, you will regret it."

Looking at this Ao Gui who doesn't know which generation he is in, if he is classified by seniority, Ling Zhi also raised his forehead and was speechless.

"You, your bone, can you lend me a look?"

Ao Gui hesitated for a moment, and said.

Tell me loudly, you guys are cool, the girls in the group are cool anyway (the train is on)