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    "Junior Brother Lin is still kneeling?"

    "Well, I'm still kneeling. I have to say that Junior Brother Lin is really a person who values ??friendship, but this time he made a mistake. If it were someone else, the ancestor might still be merciful, but that Fang Ling"

    "Who says it isn't? If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it. If you want to blame it, you can only blame him for being too outstanding. He defeated Dong Haoran and became the first person to build a foundation. Hey, he is the first person to build a foundation. How can he be so good?  It¡¯s so good!¡±

    Several Qingyuan Sect disciples were discussing in low voices. Just when they almost laughed out loud, they saw a figure walking out of the inner courtyard.  When these foundation-building monks saw the person coming, they respectfully said together: "Greetings, senior brother!"

    Guo Zhenying nodded without saying a word, and walked towards the outside of the hospital. Guo Zhenying's face was a little tight-skinned, and he looked like he should keep away from strangers, but there was a trace of uncontrollable ecstasy hidden in his heart.

    "Kill Fang Ling, the person who weighs on his heart like a mountain will die at the words of Taoist Lanyang."  And this person's death made him sigh with relief, but at the same time, he also felt a little anxious expectation, that is, if Dong Haoran also died, how refreshing it would be.

    But when he walked outside the gate a hundred feet away, his face darkened.  He walked quickly to the man who was kneeling straight outside the door, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Lin, you have been kneeling all day and all night, but the ancestor's determination cannot be undone, so why are you bothering!"

    The man kneeling on the ground was none other than Lin Mucheng.  His face turned a little pale.  Although he was a foundation-building monk, in order to show his determination, he did not use his true energy to protect his body.  Hearing Guo Zhenying's words, he said softly: "Elder brother, I know the 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 the Golden Copper Ridge, you are not afraid of offending the Patriarch by coming to save him, which can be regarded as repaying his kindness. If you insist on persisting like this, you will anger the Patriarch and treat you  There is no benefit at all." Guo Zhenying said with a sigh: "Fang Ling died not because he made any mistakes, but because he was too outstanding!"

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

    A trace of sadness rose on Lin Mucheng's face, but then, he knelt down on the ground in silence.  Guo Zhenying looked at Lin Mucheng's persistence and said softly: "Don't waste your time. It's almost three quarters to noon. Let's go over and see him off!"

    These words made Lin Mucheng's heart tremble.  After pondering for a moment, he stood up from the ground with difficulty and said: "Elder brother is right. Although I can't help him, I have to give him a ride no matter what."

    "Dang, dang, dang" The clear bell rang in the courtyard where Qingyuan Sect lived, and disciples of Qingyuan Sect gathered in the courtyard from all directions.  Sun Dali walked out of the main hall surrounded by seven golden elixir masters. Sun Dali's eyes swept across Lin Mucheng's face.  Then he took the lead and floated towards the door.

    The disciples of Qingyuan Sect walked behind him in a very polite manner for a while.  The entire palace was indescribably solemn.  The blazing sunlight cast down from the void, adding a lot of golden light to all the Qingyuan Sect disciples.

    At the Lishan Palace, the Taoist priest Lanyang, who was the Supreme Elder of the Lishan Palace, sat cross-legged on a white jade cave with his eyes closed. A stream of invisible spiritual energy was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging towards his body.

    "Your Majesty, it's almost three quarters to noon." A Jindan master who looked to be in his forties respectfully reported to Lanyang Taoist Priest.  Taoist priest Lanyang nodded, but asked in a deep voice: "Is there no news about Haoran yet?"

    "Not yet, but please rest assured, Your Majesty, with Junior Brother Zhang here, he will not be in any danger." The Jindan Master said quickly.

    The Lanyang Taoist priest nodded and said in a deep voice: "I'm not afraid that Haoran will encounter any danger. I'm just afraid that he will get into trouble for a moment. He has never suffered any setbacks Hey, damn Fang Ling!"

    The Jindan Master looked at Lanyang Taoist Priest sighing, and couldn't help but secretly think that there had always been a legend in the Taoist sect that Dong Haoran was the illegitimate son of Lanyang Patriarch. Originally, he was doubtful about this matter, but now it seems  , eighty percent is true.

    Otherwise, most of the disciples in the sect would give up decisively for those disciples who failed once and were unable to recover. How could they be like Patriarch Lanyang, who just put the blame on the opponent, and directly ignored his own identity and directly killed that opponent?  Have the foundation-building monks been wiped out?

    Lanyang Taoist Priest also realized that he had lost his composure. He calmed down his emotions and said, "Since the time is almost up, let's go there. By the way, Li Zhengqi of Zhendao Sect didn't cause any accidents, right?"

    "The disciple and two senior brothers have been monitoring the whole night, but there is no one from the Zhendao Sect.?Get out.  "The Jindan master quickly and respectfully replied.

    Taoist Lanyang smiled and said with some satisfaction: "I wouldn't even dare to measure him! If this Fang Ling wasn't so hateful, I would be very willing for Li Zhengqi to send him away. It's a pity, that's all this kid can do.  courage."

    Hundreds of disciples from Lishan Palace were already waiting outside the main hall. When they saw Taoist Priest Lanyang coming out, they all bowed and saluted: "Disciples pay homage to Patriarch Lanyang!"

    With a wave of his hand, Taoist Lanyang strode towards the palace gate.  The golden elixir disciples surrounded him like stars holding the moon, and their steps finally converged into a cloud, which looked like a layer of white clouds supporting the group of people from Lishan Palace flying.

    Many mortals who saw Lan Yang Taoist traveling fell to their knees and shouted to the old immortal when they saw this scene.

    When Taoist Lanyang and others arrived at Tianshou Palace, Tianshou Palace had already gathered a large number of disciples from the five sects, and a new platform three feet high was built in the center of Tianshou Palace.  This platform is unremarkable, but the eyes of many disciples are fixed on this platform.

    "Wait a minute, we will kill Fang Ling on this platform!"

    "I heard that a spell will be used to seal Fang Ling's consciousness. With one strike, Fang Ling's soul will be destroyed!"

    "How could it be called the Immortal Killing Platform if the soul and spirit were not destroyed!"

    As soon as Lanyang Taoist thought, the surrounding discussions fell into his ears.  He didn't pay attention to the comments of these disciples at all. As his mind turned, he walked towards the steps of the main hall.

    "Ancestor Lanyang, Fang Ling is just a child. Please be noble and let him go!" A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly ran out of the crowd and knelt down respectfully before Lanyang Taoist Priest.  In front of him, he begged bitterly.

    This sudden appearance of this person made Taoist Lanyang frown.  This was a mortal who had not yet reached the seventh level of Qi training. Therefore, when he came over, Ancestor Lanyang did not notice him at all.  Just like an elephant doesn't pay attention to an ant, such a mortal poses no threat to Ancestor Lan Yang at all. How could he have the time to pay attention to such a mortal?

    "Ancestor, although Fang Ling did something wrong, his crime will not lead to death. I would like to ask you to forgive his life. As long as you can spare his life, I, Liu Xu, am willing to be an ox and a horse for my ancestor.  Don't hesitate!" The man who was kneeling on the ground kowtowed vigorously as he spoke.

    The floors of Tianshou Palace were all paved with large bluestones. Liu Xu knocked his head on the ground. After just a few blows, blood flowed down his forehead.

    Many disciples who were talking about it involuntarily looked over here. Many disciples who couldn't squeeze in were flying in the air to watch the fun.

    "Who are you?" Ancestor Lan Yang's good mood was suddenly ruined a lot, but as an ancestor of a sect, he still had to maintain his demeanor in front of so many disciples.

    "The villain Liu Xu is Fang Ling's father. It's the so-called fault of an adopted son who doesn't teach his father. From the moment he was born, the younger generation rarely disciplined him for some reasons, which made him get into trouble. He asked the elder  Ancestor is merciful and wants to keep him alive. II am willing to bear all the blame for him, Ancestor is merciful!" Liu Xu kowtowed once again.

    "The road is ruthless, not to mention that at this critical moment, Fang Ling's crime is unforgivable, please leave!" As Taoist Lanyang spoke, he waved his sleeves in the void. Liu Xu, who was still kowtowing, was suddenly  Fixed in mid-air.  Several monks from Lishan Palace who were following him came up and grabbed Liu Xu and walked out.

    Liu Xu wanted to shout and beg, but his mouth could not make any sound at all. Now the only thing that could move in his body were 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 be able to do anything.  The hope of begging Lan Yang Taoist to let Fang Ling go is even slimmer.  However, no matter how slim it was, he still had to give it a try. 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 not willing to give up and cannot give up!

    "If your arms can't hold your thighs, you should just live your life honestly!" After leaving Liu Xu outside Tianshou Palace, a disciple from Lishan Palace whispered: "After an hour, the prohibition on you will disappear."

    Several Lishan Palace disciples gradually disappeared, Liu Xu's heart hurt extremely, his heart was full of grief and anger, and even more helpless.  Although he didn't have much contact with his son, watching him die in front of his eyes made his heart feel as painful as a knife.

    "Take Fang Ling!" A voice full of majesty, fromFrom the Tianshou Palace, along with this sound, a murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire void!

    On the giant steps in front of the main hall of Wanshou Palace, four jade chairs were lined up. Lanyang Taoist and other four Nascent Soul Ancestors sat firmly on the chairs. On both sides of them, they stood with their heads bowed for thirty years.  Many golden elixir masters!  (To be continued)

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