Wang Zhong stared deeply, with a touch of disdain flashing across his face, "This kind of trash is no longer worthy of my taking action!" He snorted coldly, and with a thought, the sky distorted, and a burst of light surged and disappeared in place.
Ling Xiaoxiao sneered. He had suffered a loss from Ye Tianxing in the past. Before Ye Tianxing arrived, he was the proud son of Tianzong at the seed level. But after the arrival of the latter, the entire Tianzong's dazzling existence was destroyed. He is overwhelmed by his own glory! They are no longer the first choice for the best resources, but the second choice. Everyone is surrounding him.
Even the elders in the sect favor him!
That period can be said to be the darkest time for these geniuses.
Now, the proud day has finally arrived!
"For the sake of Keyun, I will let you go! Ye Tianxing, you can take care of yourself. From now on, no one can support you!" He laughed ferociously, and his voice echoed throughout the world, accompanied by The howling cold wind was biting the whole body in the night sky.
The night is very cold, very cold,
But it has never been as cold as tonight!
The moon passed over his heart like a scimitar, causing ripples like frozen snow to soak in the bright red blood!
Zhou Zhengxiong looked down at Ye Tianxing, who looked like a dead dog, with an air of disdain in his nostrils, just like Ling Xiaoxiao. Tonight, they were proud and proud!
The majestic figure blocking their way has finally become a thing of the past. From now on, Tianzong will once again set off a wave of hundreds of rivals fighting for supremacy!
"Hahaha!"
"Ha ha ha ha……!"
He looked up to the sky and smiled, and in a blink of an eye he disappeared into the moonless night, as deep as ink!
"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ye Lan's sobs made Ye Tianxing feel even more desperate and powerless.
After his parents died in that disaster, he swore not to let Ye Lan suffer any further injustice.
He broke his promise.
With a trembling hand, he couldn't lift it up and patted Ye Lan's shoulder. Even in such a desperate and unwilling moment, the first thing he wanted to do was to comfort his beloved sister.
He is the elder brother!
He had always told himself that the first priority in his life would always be his sister.
If the eldest brother is a father, if he has that ability,...it's a pity, no if.
"Alas, a generation of genius has fallen!"
"Things in the world are unpredictable. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who could have expected that such a dazzling genius would end up like this!"
"Let's go, stop looking and give him some dignity. After all, he was once brilliant!"
The sighs were as heavy as mountains.
Fang Keyun stepped down indifferently and appeared in front of him. In a flash, a white jade bottle floated in front of Ye Tianxing.
"There are two Yuan-Building Pills in it. If you eat them, they may be of some use to you as you adjust to your new spiritual roots." She said coldly.
Ye Tianxing looked at her coldly, silently, supporting his weak and painful body, and a trace of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his bleeding mouth,
"I don't need sympathy,"
"No need for mercy!"
"Miss, it's better not to waste your expressions and time on a despicable person like me!"
"Xiao Lan, help brother go back." He supported his body, Ye Lan wiped away his tears and helped him walk towards his residence.
Fang Keyun frowned slightly, expressing her anger at Ye Tianxing's ignorance. A woman ran not far away and made a disdainful expression at Ye Tianxing's back.
"Tch, you're a ungrateful guy. The eldest lady was kind enough to help him, but instead she made trouble. No one owes you anything!" She raised her voice deliberately to let all these words fall into Ye Tianxing's ears.
"Yanran, that's enough!" Fang Keyun glanced back at her, stretched out her sleeves and put the medicine bottle in, "Let's go back."
Her figure disappeared from the spot, and the woman named Yan Ran curled her lips at Zeng Huai, then cut through the void and left.
In the vast dark night, as dark as ink, as deep as an abyss, between the towering mountains, there is a jungle paved with tens of feet of tall ancient trees. A pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened, a mouth gushing with scarlet breath, strong teeth, and a scarlet head. The hair was extremely terrifying, and a huge head was dark black in color. Under the light of scarlet light, it exuded a dark and red light.
The empty and dull eyes showed a subtle dullness. It stared at the direction where Ye Tianxing was originally, and tilted its head. The ghostly face was like a human mask, and there was a low and deep sound in the throat from time to time. The terrifying wailing sound is just like the mournful music that sounded from time to time beside the "lost river" in ancient times!
The ape light dissipated and it disappeared without a trace. Above the mountain gate, two majestic bodies emerged from the hidden void. The restless spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them flowed calmly with the appearance of the two people.
The middle-aged man wears a white robe, clean and dust-free. Wherever he steps, the world becomes silent. He stares deep into the mountains and forests, thoughtfully.
"For so many years, this night spirit has often appeared outside my mountain gate. I don't know why!" The white-haired old man was wearing a gray robe, stroking his few beards, and his sunken eyes were filled with starlight.
"Since ancient times, the legend of the Night Spirit and the White Spirit has been circulating in the world. Wherever the former appears, trouble will inevitably occur. The latter represents light. Wherever it passes, auspiciousness will descend from the sky! The Night Spirit has been haunting outside our mountain gate all year round. , I’m afraid something bad will happen!” The middle-aged man sighed.
"So, you turned a blind eye to the fact that Ye Tianxing was deprived of his Heavenly Spiritual Root? Are you worried that the source of the misfortune comes from the Nine Holy Nests?" The old man pondered, his old face showing a faint aura of solemnity.
The middle-aged man shook his head bitterly, "The source of disaster will never be the Nine Holy Nests," he looked at the mountain gate, meaning Ye Tianxing.
The old man was immediately startled.
"Compared to the survival of the three sects, what does a genius mean? If he can exchange his heavenly spiritual roots for the quelling of this disaster, or even get an inner disciple spot in the Nine Holy Nests, it doesn't seem worth it. Yes, it’s all worth it.”
"Besides, the roots of our three sects belong to the Nine Holy Nests, and we are not qualified to go against their will. Maybe Ye Tianxing's deeds have already been decided!"
"Destiny." The old man sighed, "The way to practice is to go against heaven. The more you go against heaven, the more heaven will punish you!"
"I hope it won't appear again!"
"I hope so. If it appears again, it means that the source of the disaster must be him. The emergence of the Nine Holy Nests is at most the executor of the disaster. If the root is not eliminated, another executor of the disaster will appear!"
"What do you mean?" The old man frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"What I mean is that the great elder and that one think highly of him. Now, even though his spiritual roots have been stripped away, they still have some feelings for him. The best thing to do is..."
"Let him leave the mountain gate by himself." The old man took over.
…
In front of Tianzong Mountain Gate, Ye Tianxing walked towards his residence with Ye Lan's support.
Tianzhuju, a villa separated from other residential areas, is quite luxurious. It is the place closest to the center of the spirit gathering array. The aura of heaven and earth here is several times that of other places, and it is quite rich.
This is his residence, and Fang Keyun and a group of seed-level inner disciples are his neighbors. But at this moment, the outside of Tianzhu Residence is in a mess, with bedding, sheets and some daily necessities piled on the floor.
He stared at this scene, and he could no longer feel angry in his heart. Incapable anger was equivalent to moaning without any reason.
He was deprived not only of his spiritual roots, but also of everything he owned!
More than ten years of hard work, wasted!
Now only this messy mess is left, the spiritual grass in the courtyard, the Yuan Dan in the house, and the many genius treasures he has obtained over the years, have been robbed, and even the residence where he has lived for more than ten years has been robbed. He took it by force.
