Zhou Feng took a deep breath and felt the graceful aura of the golden elixir's immortal energy flowing through his body.
Just last moment, he finally successfully entered the Golden Core stage.
He smoothed the corners of his immortal robe and wanted to meditate, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon, to help calm him down.
Junior sister Luo Xiyao, with a charming smile, sat quietly next to Zhou Feng, protecting him.
"Ding!" But Zhou Feng never expected that the person he loved the most would actually lift the Chixiao Sword in his hand!
Stab the sword heavily into his body from behind!
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at his vitality - golden elixir!
The golden elixir was alive, and there was a whimpering sound and a tingling sound. Countless cracks appeared on the golden elixir that Zhou Feng had just condensed.
What followed was bone-gnawing and heart-burning pain, and the body that had been sitting upright was shaking.
A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Zhou Feng's mouth. His face was pale, and thin beads of sweat on his forehead remained along the edges of his cheeks.
Without any time to think about it, he clasped his palms together and tried to use the seventh level of Bodhicitta to stabilize his body, but a long stick suddenly stretched out from behind, interrupting him.
Under the long stick, the vast sea of stars suddenly appeared, shackling his wrists, and the tip of the stick touched his key acupuncture points, stopping Zhou Feng's Qi veins that circulated the immortal energy.
This made Zhou Feng feel that his originally severed nerves collapsed for a moment.
At this moment, Zhou Feng felt as if he was in the deep sea, and there seemed to be endless behemoths biting towards him, torturing his body inch by inch, which was unbearable.
Zhou Yan snatched the Chixiao sword from Luo Xiyao's hand and slashed it vigorously on Zhou Feng's clean and white clothes.
Zhou Yan's swordsmanship was messy, and he didn't stop until Zhou Feng's clothes were torn to pieces by him.
Zhou Feng's body had obvious scratches from the knife, and blood flowed freely from his chest. This blood dyed his favorite Ming Jing Xiuxian costume red.
Just because Luo Xiyao likes it, he also likes it.
In Jinxiantai and Changsheng Palace, the eyes of many Immortal Sect disciples looked at Zhou Feng. Their original congratulations and joy for him suddenly changed to disgust.
Zhou Feng looked around and at the people in the Immortal Sect, feeling increasingly chilly in his heart.
My favorite junior sister, my best junior brother, today, I have a Red Sky Sword and a Xinghai Stick.
Not only did it destroy the golden elixir he had worked so hard to gather, but it also severed the important tendons in his practice of immortality.
Zhou Feng didn't understand, why?
Thinking of this, Zhou Feng's energy and blood surged even more for a moment, and his mind became confused. Then, he vomited out blood all over the ground.
"Yao Yao, you...? Junior Brother Yan? And everyone else?"
Zhou Feng is the most outstanding disciple of the Eight Immortal Sects. He is highly regarded by his mentor, admired by his brothers, and admired by his lover.
Hundreds of schools in the Immortal Sect say that his journey to the top of the Immortal World is just around the corner. He was promoted to the Golden Core stage at a young age. He is the existence that everyone among the younger generation of disciples in the Immortal Sect looks up to!
But today, everyone looked at him with nothing but boundless disgust!
He didn't understand why all the disciples of the Immortal Sect looked at him with disgust and disdain.
Zhou Feng even saw a trace of pity in their eyes?
Luo Xiyao lowered her eyes, pulled out the Chixiao Sword from Zhou Feng's body, and dropped it vertically downwards.
She stepped on Zhou Feng's white palm, and her force was deep enough to crush Zhou Feng's bones.
Not to be outdone, her Chixiao sword pierced the back of Zhou Feng's palm, piercing straight through his palm.
"Senior Brother, your daily practice is very different from other Immortal Sect disciples. Don't you doubt it?"
Luo Xiyao's cold question completely stunned Zhou Feng.
"Yao Yao, what do you mean?!"
Zhou Feng, whose left hand was stepped on, could only stretch out his right hand and tightly grasped Luo Xiyao's skirt. His eyes were red and he wanted Luo Xiyao to give an answer.
Luo Xiyao smiled contemptuously, her eyes were cold, she held the long sword in her hand hard and continued to stab, causing blood to dye Zhou Feng's clean clothes red.
Zhou Feng's left hand was forced to curl up, his golden elixir had long been broken, and his hand tendons were also destroyed.
His immortal energy could no longer function normally. At this moment, the pain all over his body was closely connected, and Luo Xiyao's figure began to blur in front of his eyes.
"Zhou Feng, in fact, you are not a member of the Immortal Sect at all! Your true birthplace is in the Demon Palace. Your identity is the demon species of Zhou Buyu in the Demon Palace Nitianwu."
The best junior brother finally exposed his true face. Zhou Yan's Xinghai stick pressed against Zhou Feng's neck, making him unable to move.
"Junior Brother Zhou Yan! What did you say?!" Zhou Feng's heart grew colder.
"Ha...Zhou Feng, let me tell you, what happened today was planned by your most respected and beloved master!
Your master, his only purpose in training you is..." Zhou Yan sneered and paused before adding to the embarrassed Zhou Feng, "Destroy you! "
"Impossible!" Zhou Feng didn't believe it, "How is it possible?" The master who always loved him so much would treat him like this!
The stars moved, the heaven and the earth moved slightly, Zhou Feng raised his head, and everyone in the Immortal Gate Training Ground was moved to the Immortal Execution Platform. This is the most feared place in the fairy world.
An impressive force of gravity pressed against Zhou Feng's legs, and the Nine Nether Double Chains came towards him, binding Zhou Feng's hands and hanging him up.
The master who had reached the stage of becoming a god finally appeared. Zhou Feng looked delighted and said hoarsely, "Master, you are here!"
I thought the master was here to save him, but soon, Zhou Feng's heart felt like it was falling into a cold pool.
"Zhou Feng, as the son of the Demon Palace, tried to practice the secrets of the Immortal Sect's magic and dabbled in the inner sect's supreme mental method. He broke the rules of the Immortal Sect. Therefore, he immediately executed the punishment of nine days and was cast into Yama. He lived in the world with three souls and seven souls. Suffering all the pain of burning, you will never be reincarnated."
The kind and kind master in the past was extremely indifferent today and gave him the highest punishment in the immortal world, as if he had never had a disciple like him.
Zhou Feng looked at the indifferent disciples of the Immortal Sect and finally woke up completely.
In vain, he is usually sincere and patiently teaches everyone the skills, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would end up like this...
"Ha..." Zhou Feng sneered, raised his head, and asked the master he once respected and loved.
"I grew up in the Immortal Sect, worked for the Immortal Sect, and have never harmed anyone. Why should I be punished like this because of my unknown identity? I refuse to accept it!" Zhou Feng roared.
"You are born a devil. You have been wrong from the moment you were born."
There was no trace of love for him in the master's eyes, and the chill completely stung Zhou Feng.
"In the past ten years or so, everyone has performed really well! Ha...haha..."
The thunder of the Nine Heavens began to roar, and the supreme thunder punishment was about to whip him.
"Hypocrisy, really hypocritical... People from the Immortal Sect..." Zhou Feng smiled, laughing that he was wrapped up in such sweet words.
The lover is fake, the brother is fake, even the most respected and loved master wants to put him to death.
he! It turned out to be a chess piece used by the Immortal World to check and balance the Demonic Palace! How could he be so greedy that he longed for the recognition of him from hundreds of schools of thought in the Immortal World.
No matter how well he did, it turned out that he was already wrong from the moment he was born.
"Zhou Feng, the ten-year period has expired. As soon as your golden elixir is completed, your magic roots will be destroyed, and you will no longer have any use value."
Zhou Yan had a successful smile on his face.
The rainbow light of the day has faded away, boundless darkness has enveloped the place, and thunder and lightning continue to tremble.
"Boom!" A purple light shot down, and the rest of the power threw Zhou Feng out.
The chain that locked him pulled at his arms, leaving bloodstains on his wrists, leaving him floating rootlessly in the air.
"Bang!" A long whip hit his body. The thunder and lightning whip was so powerful that it made Zhou Feng unbearably painful.
Zhou Feng lowered his head, raised it again, and saw clearly the person doing the whipping, and felt even more painful in his heart.
"Luo Xiyao! It's been ten years. Are all your feelings for me fake?"
Zhou Feng asked with a wry smile, his lips trembling, and a tear quietly slipped from the corner of his eye.
"What's the use of asking so many questions for a dying person?" Luo Xiyao's eyes were indifferent, and her reply to Zhou Feng was also extremely cold.
The Chixiao Sword in her hand pierced Zhou Feng's chest again.
Tears streaked down the corner of Zhou Feng's mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, murmuring slightly, "It's so bitter...heh..."
Zhou Feng's golden elixir had long been shattered, and the mental skills he had cultivated could not be condensed. The immortal energy that maintained his life began to slowly drain away, and his limbs gradually became weak.
The graceful figure in front of him also began to move away from him. He felt the beating of his heart getting weaker and weaker, and his eyelids gradually drooped.
Is he going to die? If he could come back again, he would never want to be manipulated by others again!
Nine days of thunder fell from the sky, "Kick!" Zhou Feng was so shocked that his legs shook, and his eyelids finally closed.
Luo Xiyao's Chixiao sword stabbed him hard again, and Zhou Feng's body finally stopped shaking.
Luo Xiyao combined her fingers and placed them under Zhou Feng's nose. She raised the Chixiao Sword to signal to everyone that Zhou Feng was dead.
Under the stage, everyone in the Immortal Sect rejoiced, "Okay! Okay! The cancer in our Immortal Sect has finally been eliminated, and there is no successor to the Demon Palace! Today, we will rush to the Demon Palace and wipe out the remaining remnants of the Demon Palace!"
Zhou Yan stood at the place where Zhou Feng's life disappeared, pointing the Xinghai stick at the people of the Xianmen, and shouted together with the people of the Xianmen.
"Ha..." But Luo Xiyao smiled disdainfully and stabbed the Scarlet Xiao Sword into the back of Zhou Yan who was standing aside.
Zhou Yan also widened his eyes, full of surprise. He stared at Luo Xiyao standing aside and fell down silently.
