Xianxia: Start with Ten Years of Experience

　　If the Netherworld Holy Land invited her to join, she might still consider it, but the Netherworld Holy Son coerced her into becoming a Taoist partner, and even spoke out to insult the Purple Cloud Sect, so she would never accept it.

　　Nether Saint Child stared at Ye Ziling for a few seconds, suddenly thought of something, laughed, and said, "I forgot, you are a sword cultivator, and your temperament must be resolute and unyielding, since that's the case..."

　　Speaking of it.

　　He turned his head to look at Master Ziyun, and said lightly, "Headmaster Ziyun, I, Holy Son of Netherworld, in the name of Netherworld Holy Land, want your Ziyun Sect to expel her from the sect."

　　Since Ye Ziling is a sword cultivator, she is resolute and unyielding, and will not easily surrender, so she will directly overwhelm Ziyunzong and let Ziyunzong take the initiative to hand her over.

　　Netherworld!

　　The weight of the name alone made Ziyun's face look ugly in an instant.

　　"Can you do whatever you want in the Netherworld Holy Land?!"

　　Yu Cheng couldn't bear it any longer and spoke angrily.

　　"Humph!"

　　A cold hum exploded like thunder.

　　Yu Cheng's face turned pale, and Teng Teng took a few steps back.

　　The black-robed real person looked at him indifferently and said, "If you dare to speak disrespectfully, you will die!"

　　Even the ancient Hua Xianzong did not dare to be disrespectful to him. This Ziyun Sect was just a small and remote sect. If the Nether Saint Son didn't care about Ye Ziling and dared to speak rudely to the Nether Holy Land, he would have killed him with one hand.

　　"you……"

　　Yu Cheng was frightened and angry, but he couldn't help covering his chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

　　"Master!"

　　Ye Ziling exclaimed.

　　The Nether Saint Son seemed impatient, looked at Master Ziyun indifferently, and said, "Does your Ziyun Sect dare to disobey my order of the Netherworld Holy Land! Don't expel her from the Ziyun Sect immediately! Otherwise, you are a sect. Small faction, there is no need to exist!"

　　Ziyun's face was extremely ugly.

　　Ye Ziling has already been regarded by him as the hope of ZTE of the Ziyun Sect, but now the Nether Saint wants him to expel Ye Ziling from the Ziyun sect, which is more than deceiving!

　　But the problem is.

　　The other party is from the Nether Holy Land!

　　Not to mention how terrifying the name of the Netherworld Holy Land is, there is probably no sect in the entire ancient Huayu that dares to obey. The Netherworld Holy Son alone can break the barrier of heaven and man to condense the golden core at any time, and there is a middle-stage golden core next to it. Master Qingyun, this is not something Ziyunzong can resist!

　　With the power of these two people alone, the entire Purple Cloud Sect that can oppress them is difficult to fight against, not to mention that they come from the Netherworld Holy Land, which is an existence that the Purple Cloud Sect is far from being able to resist!

　　or...

　　Expel Ye Ziling from the Purple Cloud Sect and hand it over to the Nether Saint Son.

　　or...

　　The Purple Cloud Sect went up and down and was leveled by the Nether Holy Land!

　　Ye Ziling supported Yu Cheng and couldn't help clenching her teeth when she saw this scene.

　　If she is a Jindan real person today, then she can control her own destiny, and she can take the initiative to withdraw from the Purple Cloud Sect, without affecting the Purple Cloud Sect, and then directly escape thousands of miles away.

　　No matter how powerful the Nether Holy Land is, and the ancient Huayu area is so vast, as long as she finds a place to hide, it will not be so easy for the other party to find her.

　　But now.

　　She is not a real Jindan, and her cultivation is still one step away from Jindan!

　　The difference between this one step is Tian Mo, and she can't control her own destiny. In front of an existence like the Nether Saint Son, in front of an existence like the Nether Holy Land, she has no strength to fight!

　　I can only watch the other party ruthlessly stretch out the huge hand, the slow, overwhelming, irresistible cover is pressed down, and finally it is completely crushed!

　　"Why is it still a little bit worse?"

　　Ye Ziling clenched her fists.

　　She is not reconciled.

　　Along the way, I have encountered so many crises and have been through it with difficulty. Now, I am only one step away from taking charge of my own destiny and achieving Jindan Zhenren, but at this time I encountered such a behemoth as the Netherworld Holy Land. To the existence of the Nether Saint Son.

　　All her previous hardships seemed to be in vain, and the status of the acting headmaster of the Purple Cloud Sect was just a joke, meaningless in front of the other party. .

Chapter 40

　　on the sky.

　　Headmaster Ziyun looked difficult. It was the first time he had been treated with such rudeness and oppression since he became a Jindan real person, but the other party had this qualification.

　　If Ye Ziling is expelled from the mountain gate in response to the request of the other party here, although the sect can be preserved, but in this way, the whole Ziyun sect will suffer a serious setback in the eyes of the public, and the future will probably be worse than the next generation. Totally lonely in the end.

　　But if you refuse.

　　Then I am afraid that the Purple Cloud Sect will be turned into history now!

　　"If you don't speak, I will take it as your default."

　　The Nether Saint Son saw that the real Ziyun didn't speak for a long time, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth coldly, and then glanced at Zhang Mingxuan and many other elders and deacons, and said indifferently:

　　"Who are you waiting for? Who rejects?"

　　These words spread with the coercion of a virtual core, and together with the real man in black robe next to him, the coercion of a real master Qingyun escaped with cold eyes.

　　This coercion went in all directions, causing Zhang Mingxuan and many other elders and deacons to feel a sense of palpitations and depression.

　　Not to mention others.

　　All the true disciples and inner disciples are already terrified, watching the Nether Saint Child stand proudly in the air, no one dares to speak, and even most people see the Nether Saint Child's gaze swept over, they are tolerant He kept his head down, not daring to look at him.

　　Senior Sister Ziling... It seems to be good to go with the other party, after all, it is the Nether Saint Child, and it is still given the status of Taoist Companion, it is enough to think about it.

　　Some disciples thought so.

　　Many people even looked at Ye Ziling with pleading eyes.

　　If Ye Ziling resists, the entire Ziyun Sect will be implicated, and these disciples will probably be destroyed under the anger of the Netherworld Holy Land, and they don't want to die!

　　"..."

　　Ye Ziling clenched his fists.

　　She was angry with the Holy Son of Netherworld, but she could only be unwilling and sad when she saw the prayers and pleadings of the inner disciples and even the true disciples from behind.

　　She is determined and resolute, she doesn't care about these, a sword can't be bent, even if she dies in a battle, she will not bow her head, but the master behind her, Headmaster Ziyun, those fellow juniors, and her elder brother Ye Chen...

　　If she doesn't bow her head and fight to the death, the Nether Saint Son will definitely take out his anger at the Purple Cloud Sect when he is angry, and the entire Purple Cloud Sect will definitely be a hell.

　　The Nether Saint Son also knows this.

　　Knowing that she is a sword repairer, it is impossible to make her bow her head by force, she must rather die than yield, so he directly oppresses Ziyunzong and asks Ziyunzong to beg her to accept it.

　　Looking at the disciples and deacons of the Ziyun Sect, all pleading eyes were focused on Ye Ziling, and the corner of the Nether Saint Child's mouth raised a hint of playfulness, looking at Ye Ziling.

　　"You are a monster."

　　Ye Ziling stared at the Nether Saint Child and spoke word by word.

　　Holy Son Nether laughed loudly, and said, "Whatever you say, yes, this Holy Son is a demon, but so what? Do you accept being the Dao Companion of this Holy Son?"

　　"..."

　　Ye Ziling looked back and saw the guilty and ashamed eyes of Zhang Mingxuan and many other elders, and the prayers of many deacon disciples.

　　In silence.

　　She closed her eyes slowly.

　　But just when she was about to speak and give the answer of the Nether Saint Son, a voice suddenly sounded from the back of the silent disciples, and the voice had a hint of indifference.

　　"I reject."

　　Ye Ziling suddenly opened her eyes.

　　This is not what she said.

　　The expressions of many other disciples also stopped, and they all showed stunned voices. The heads of people were covered in blackness, and they all looked in the direction from which the voice came.

　　"Who!"

　　Nether Saint Son frowned slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

　　Together with the Hei-pao Daoist, the Ziyun Sect's headmaster, and others, they all looked at them together, and saw that behind the tens of thousands of disciples, the crowd gradually split, revealing a figure.

　　The figure was dressed in white, with no spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, just like a mortal person, but at this moment, in the face of all the attention, his demeanor was calm and calm.

　　That is Ye Chen.

　　Ye Chen had been standing behind.

　　Under the astonished eyes of countless people, he walked forward step by step.

　　"Ye... Ye Chen?"

　　"It's him?"

　　Many disciples were speechless.

　　Zhang Mingxuan, Yu Cheng and other elders saw Ye Chen coming from behind, and after a brief period of surprise, more shame suddenly surged in their hearts.

　　Nether Saint Son coerced and coerced Ye Ziling to submit. No one in the entire Ziyun Sect dared to speak out, and even most people begged Ye Ziling, but Ye Chen, Ye Ziling's mortal brother, dared to come out and refuse at this time. Speak for Ye Ziling.

　　but.

　　This should also be fearless for the ignorant.

　　Yu Cheng looked at Ye Chen and sighed in his heart. Ye Chen is a mortal after all, and I'm afraid he doesn't know how terrifying the Netherworld Holy Land is, so he dares to speak up.

　　"Who are you?"

　　Nether Saint Child stared at Ye Chen who came over, and raised his brows slightly.

　　Ye Chen's eyes were light.

　　His voice broke out in the silence.

　　"I am, her brother.".