Villain: Overturn the table, I don’t want to play anymore!

The young man was about the same age, but the young woman was still young.

The woman was about 28 years old, with a beautiful face, fair skin, a pair of bright eyes with lively light, and a green dress that made her look more youthful and lively.

At this time, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, sweeping a light worry on her delicate face.

It made her already beautiful face even more pitiful.

The man was about the same age, with a delicate appearance and a thin figure, but the resolute light in his eyes and the momentum of standing there as if he was a man standing alone would make anyone take a few more glances.

The girl was called Luo Tingxuan and the boy was called Lin Ye. They were the two youngest disciples of Tianxuan Saint Lord Mo Yuxiang.

Just a month ago, a secret realm appeared in the Tianlang Territory, which was suspected to be left by a saint.

The secret realm has a cultivation limit, and only the younger generation can enter it. I think the saint intends to leave a legacy and find a disciple who can withstand the test.

For this reason, all the forces, big and small, sent their own young disciples.

Originally, as the son of the Tianxuan Holy Land, Zixiao had an obligation to lead a group of young disciples to the secret realm.

However, he found a random reason to refuse this matter. In desperation, the Saint Lord Mo Yuxiang had to choose his two young disciples to take the young disciples.

After all, young eagles have to go through crises before they can grow up.

This trip will take a month.

Just yesterday, Lin Ye and Luo Tingxuan returned to the sect with many young disciples. Obviously, many disciples went down the mountain for the first time, and the young people should have endless things to say when they return to the mountain gate.

But the disciples guarding the mountain found that the young talents who came back this time were not excited, but lifeless, full of despair, and all of them were injured.

The elders who were responsible for protecting them secretly did not come back with them.

After hearing the explanation of the disciples of the Holy Lord, the disciples guarding the mountain were shocked and quickly notified the elders.

Even the Holy Lord was alarmed.

After Mo Yuxiang asked the reason, her face turned pale and she almost fainted.

Until today, a sect meeting was held.

At this time, there were many cultivators in the hall, but no one spoke, and anyone could feel the heavy atmosphere.

There was a chair made of ice crystals at the front of the hall.

The person on the chair was the Holy Lord Tianxuan, who was also a strong man in the Saint Realm in the Jiuzhou. In this era when the Supreme Beings did not appear, the strong men in the Saint Realm were the strongest in the world.

It was no wonder that she could become the Holy Lord at such a young age.

Mo Yuxiang's skin is whiter than snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. When she looks around, she has a kind of elegant and noble temperament, which makes people feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme.

Her pretty face is covered with a layer of white gauze, making it difficult to see her face.

She wears a ruby ​​necklace on her swan-like neck, which is the same material as the ring worn by Zixiao, which makes her collarbone clear. The white jade chain on her ankle makes her skin look more like snow. Moreover, she is not wearing shoes, and she walks barefoot on the smooth ground.

Her jade feet are white and tender, not stained with dust, and crystal clear. You can even see the meridians under the snow-like skin. The toes are round and smooth, and look like people want to play with them.

Wearing a snow-white dress on her body, she looks like a fairy in the sky who is not in touch with the world.

At this time, Mo Yuxiang did not show her face, but anyone could feel how angry and sad she was at this time.

The intention of the saints resonates with the great way!

Mo Yuxiang's sadness and despair made many elders and disciples feel the same way.

At this moment, Luo Tingxuan, the direct disciple, stood up. She walked forward, bowed to Mo Yuxiang, and said, "Master! Please give justice to the disciples and Elder Gongsun Ming!"

Luo Tingxuan's voice was as clear and pleasant as an oriole, but her tone was full of anger.

Gongsun Ming was the protector of these disciples!

He is now buried in the location of the secret realm.

With Luo Tingxuan taking the lead, hundreds of disciples all spoke up.

"Holy Lord, please help us! The eldest brother... no, the Holy Son usually relies on his status to bully men and women, disregards the laws of the sect, and often beats and scolds his junior brothers and sisters. Now he even sends people to rob the opportunities of the disciples and others."

"We refused to obey, and his attendant actually attacked us directly, without any regard for the feelings of fellow disciples!"

"If it weren't for Elder Gongsun Ming who sacrificed his life to feed

Tiger, if one person stays behind to cover the retreat, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back!"

"That's right! The Holy Son even asked his servants to be ruthless and ruined the cultivation of many disciples! Dozens of disciples have been left in the secret realm forever!"

"My Tianxuan Holy Land is the holy land of the human race! Such an evil senior brother has appeared! Heaven is unfair!"

A group of disciples all knelt on the ground and cried about Zixiao's crimes.

That made all the elders present feel distressed. This is the foundation of their holy land! The Tianxuan Holy Land can always maintain its position as one of the top ten holy lands because of the endless young heroes.

Now it's just a small secret realm, but more than half of these people have been killed, and the remaining people have suffered severe damage to their Taoism and body!

If they are not punished, then if it is spread out, their Tianxuan Holy Land will become a joke. Who will dare to join it in the future?

A mountain master stood up and said loudly: "Holy Lord! I know that the Holy Son is your disciple, and you have brought him up since he was a child! But the law is the law, and my holy land can stand here because of the rules! "

"The Holy Son has repeatedly violated the sect rules, but because of his identity and talent, he was left alone, and finally made a big mistake! Please see clearly, Holy Lord!"

With the participation of the mountain master, many elders stood up and asked Mo Yuxiang to abolish the Holy Son.

The strangest thing is that the Mountain Master of Criminal Law, who hates evil like an enemy, did not speak. Not only him, but also the elders in charge of criminal law under his command were silent.

But the people of Criminal Law Mountain are only a minority after all, and most of the elders and mountain masters all proposed to abolish the Holy Son.

This scene is like forcing the palace.

With the Supreme Elder sitting here, these mountain masters are not afraid of Mo Yuxiang blaming them, not to mention that this matter is originally It was the Son of God's sin, they were just speaking out for justice.

Looking at this scene in the hall, Mo Yuxiang sat on the ice crystal chair, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Her cold and indifferent eyes were slightly red.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ye, the son of destiny, frowned slightly. He was about to say something, but suddenly paused, sighed and stood there, and finally did not take any action.

Seeing that her master still had no intention of speaking, Luo Tingxuan finally couldn't help but speak again: "Master, the eldest brother is unforgivable! Please give me, these disciples, and Elder Gongsun Ming justice! "

The reason why Luo Tingxuan, who is usually sensible, is so determined to ask for justice is that Elder Gongsun Ming loves her the most.

With Elder Gongsun Ming's cultivation, nothing would happen even if he stayed behind to cover the retreat. However, due to his concern and blame, Luo Tingxuan was almost injured by the servants. Gongsun Ming stood in front of her and was directly poisoned.

As a result, he could only use one tenth or one twelfth of his cultivation. Otherwise, how could a master of the Mahayana realm die so easily!