The Wuji Sect has been established for nearly ten thousand years, and the responsibilities of each temple are clearly defined. Even if there is no sect leader for the time being, it will not affect anything.
Besides, isn’t there a young sect leader? Since he has been decided to succeed him, it’s time to learn, right?
When Bai Meng woke up today, another day had passed.
"Let's go, Junior Sister Bai, let's go see Thunder Punishment." Ji Xingge was very interested. ..
Bai Mengjin yawned: "What kind of thunder punishment?"
"The sect leader's thunder punishment!" Ji Xingge was anxious, "Why are you so sleepy?"
"Oh..." Bai Mengjin finally came to his senses, "Wait a minute while I change my clothes."
"Hurry up!" Ji Xingge warned before going out, "If you're late, you won't get a good seat."
Bai Mengjin touched his stomach, which was still swollen. He thought that he might not get better in the next few years. Fortunately, everything has been resolved, and it's not a problem to go back and shut up.
After she finished taking care of it, everyone else was waiting outside, including Ying Shaoguang.
A group of people boarded the flying boat noisily.
The execution place is at Fenglei Valley on the side of Xuanbing Prison. When they arrived, many elders were already waiting.
"Uncle Song!" Bai Mengjin went over to say hello, "How are you doing with your health?"
Song Zhiyi smiled and nodded: "Although there are some damages, fortunately the foundation is still solid. I plan to stay in seclusion for a few years to recuperate."
After saying that, he asked: "Have you received all the things I asked people to send?"
"Received." Bai Mengjin thanked him, "Thank you, uncle, for thinking about me."
She made a lot of money this time, and all the elders she had contact with after returning gave her gifts. Song Zhiyi was the most serious, so he was grateful for her life-saving grace. Wen Rujin and Yang Xiangtian also gave them. Among them, Wen Rujin's share also included a gift from Xin Tingxue, and Yang Xiangtian thought it was for Ying Shaoguang's sake.
Song Zhiyi said: "I handed over the Qiankun Bag when I entered Xuanbing Prison. Some of the things I originally saved are gone, so I can only express my feelings. After I recover from my injuries, it will be time to go to Minghe to garrison. If there is any magic cultivator related I’ll leave everything to you.”
Bai Mengjin smiled: "Thank you, uncle."
Ling Bufei also went to say hello to Yang Xiangtian: "Uncle Yang."
Yang Xiangtian looked at him critically and replied lukewarmly: "Young Sect Leader is really in high spirits when happy events happen, and his face is rosy."
"..." My uncle is going to be tortured by thunder, and his face is glowing?
Ling Bufei immediately said: "Uncle Yang, I misunderstood. I accidentally lost my breath while practicing, so my face turned a little red."
"Really?" Yang Xiangtian doubted.
"Yes, that's right." Ling Bufei nodded firmly and put away the smile on his face.
Yang Xiangtian was finally satisfied: "Go!"
Ling Bufei saluted, said hello to the other elders, and went back to the children's pile.
Yuan Songqiao glanced over and said meaningfully: "Junior Brother Yang, thank you very much!"
Yang Xiangtian snorted: "You are the uncle, and I am the uncle. Aren't we both the same? From what standpoint do you want to thank me?"
Yuan Songqiao was even more happy: "Yes, yes, I made a mistake."
The elders here are fighting, and the juniors are gathering together over there.
"Young Sect Master!" You Yan and Lin Baiyu came over.
"Senior Sister You, Senior Brother Lin."
Although they are of the same generation, they are close in age. You Yan and Lin Baiyu are several dozen years older and they don't usually play together.
Today was very different. Both You Yan and Lin Baiyu, as well as Liu Zhi and Shen Hanqiu who arrived later, all came over spontaneously.
Some people discussed cultivation with Ling Bufei, and some asked Bai Mengjin about Xuanbing Prison, and the chatter was very lively.
When the elders saw it, they couldn't help but sigh: "In the blink of an eye, the children have grown up. In more than a hundred years, there will be a new generation of gods to replace us, right?"
Elder Gan smiled and said: "Brother, don't you want to say that you are old? I don't agree with that. Uncle Hua and the others are still young! It would be nice to have five generations living under the same roof!"
"Junior sister Gan said," the elder begged, "I was wrong.
Talked. "
Wen Rujin said: "I suddenly remembered when I was young, when Junior Sister Jiang and Junior Brother Ling were still around, we were like this."
The elders looked sad when they thought of Jiang Shangyue and Ling Yunzhou.
However, they heard the meaning behind Wen Rujin's words. At the beginning, Jiang Shangyue was the daughter of the sect master. She had outstanding cultivation and straightforward personality. She was ranked number one among her peers. Both senior brothers and sisters admired her and everyone agreed that she would be the next sect leader.
And now, the next generation of disciples have gathered around Ling Bufei, and their momentum has been established.
The position of sect leader was eventually passed on to the descendants of old sect leader Jiang.
When the time came, Beifeng and Xu Qingru escorted Ling Yungao to arrive.
He had been imprisoned for the past few days and looked extremely embarrassed and not very clear-headed.
When he was tied to the stone pillar, he barely opened his eyes. Seeing the people gathered above the valley, he snorted and closed it again.
This look of refusing to admit his mistake made people very angry. Wen Rujin snorted coldly and said, "Let's start!"
Beifeng nodded and said to Elder Gan, "Junior sister Gan, come and start the formation."
Elder Gan was in charge of the lightning formation, so she responded: "Okay."
When the formation was activated, dark clouds filled the Fenglei Valley, and it became dark in an instant.
Dull thunder sounded in the sky, and lightning began to appear.
The lightning became more and more dense, and thunder loomed in the clouds.
"The first thunder, fall!" Elder Gan waved his formation flag, and the thunder that gathered the power to ward off evil fell from the sky.
"Boom -" there was a loud noise, the stone pillar shook, and the lightning fell directly on Ling Yungao's head.
"Ah——" He let out a scream, and most of the demonic energy from his body was instantly dissipated.
Ling Bufei sighed silently and turned his head.
As a child, he also looked for his father's shadow in his uncle. No matter what, they are cousins, so they should be somewhat similar, right? Occasionally, his uncle would ask about his homework and scold him for being too naughty.
Later, as he grew older, he gradually understood that his uncle had never been sincere to him, and he no longer regarded him as his father's replacement.
Now watching his uncle being tortured, he doesn't feel sad, but he can't help but sigh. He has one less blood relative in this world.
Bai Mengjin patted his hand gently and whispered: "It's okay."
Ling Bufei's heart suddenly filled up and he smiled at her: "Yes."
The thunder fell one after another, and both the elders and disciples looked serious.
By the time the ninth thunderbolt struck, Ling Yungao was motionless.
Elder Gan turned off the lightning formation, went down with others to check the situation, and said, "He fainted, and the demon body is almost destroyed."
In this case, the cultivation base is basically useless, so there is no need to ask them to take action.
Several elders discussed it, and Wen Rujin announced: "The thunder punishment is over, Lingyun Gao's Dantian is shattered, and his cultivation has been abolished. Let's send him to Xuanbing Prison!"
It was still Beifeng and Xu Qingru who escorted them. When they arrived at Xuanbing Prison, Elder Honglu personally came out to take over.
Bai Mengjin stood at a high place and watched him being put into the cell without any resistance.
