"Let's just seal up the sect in the name of protecting Su Yuning and no one is allowed to leave!"
"Yes, let them get out of the limelight and then come again, how can such a good thing happen!"
"Yes, Master, just follow what the Eighth Junior Brother said. There is nothing we can do at the moment, let's keep our mouths on them." The fifth elder thought for a while and agreed.
"That's it." The leader said slowly, "I will activate the sect-protecting barrier. From now on, it is forbidden to enter and exit at will." He glanced at Zhan Meng and left immediately.
No one noticed the crushed bracelet in the hands of the third elder Zhanmeng.
What if the secret is exposed? But now, we can only take one step at a time.
In the past, criminals were judged at the Mirror Stage, but this time it was changed to Wanfamen. Without the shackles and handcuffs, Su Yuning was still the "sinner".
Different from the plain disciple clothes in the past, Su Yuning wore a red dress for the appointment. It was not as stunning as Su Yanxi, but it was still eye-catching.
Su Yuning looked around and sneered: "Huh, I don't know what I, Su Yuning, am capable of, worrying so many seniors."
"Shut up! Witch! You stole the forbidden elixir and harmed the whole party. The elders are here today to see how arrogant you are!" The head of the Wanfa Sect stood at the front, and his voice filled with spiritual power was particularly loud, far away from the sect. The common people looking from afar heard it clearly.
"It's just what you say!" Su Yuning raised her head slightly, looked at the people on the steps, and threw out the scroll that Gu Beiqing gave her. When it was mid-air, the scroll shone brightly, showing the scene of the three elders refining alchemy in front of everyone.
"Master, this can't be fake, can it!" Su Yuning smiled softly. Everyone started talking.
When the leader appeared, the commotion became even greater.
"Are the third elder and the leader secretly refining elixirs?" Some disciples were already discussing quietly.
None of the sect representatives spoke, but their expressions were ugly.
Seeing that the third elder was about to take the pill, the leader flew with a spell and split the slip into two halves, abruptly blocking the next scene.
The chatter became louder.
"Ah, doesn't the leader's actions amount to a guilty conscience?"
"Yes, yes, if it's just refining elixirs, it should be fine. Could it be later?"
"Ah, look!" As the crowd exclaimed, the leader Zhaoyang was shocked. He quickly turned around and found that there was an identical scroll in the sky behind everyone. He continued to show the next scene. He had already taken action again. That's too late.
The air suddenly became quiet.
He only felt that his mind was blank, and he just stayed in place.
When he suddenly caught a glimpse of something flying past, he suddenly realized something and quickly shouted: "No!"
It's too late.
The junior brother he had protected for half his life was standing on the ridge of the assembly hall behind everyone.
He was laughing, so wildly.
Suddenly, he opened his red eyes and attacked Wai Mingli below.
As the leader of the Wanjiang Sect, the leader is naturally no ordinary person, and he was able to repel Zhan Meng who was almost crazy.
Why don't you die! "Zhan Meng yelled at the headmaster, then took out a small medicine bottle and drank a whole bottle of pills.
Countless black and red lines climbed up from his neck to his face, and he was surrounded by black mist with teeth and claws.
No one could react to this arrest, and the leader was already grabbed by the throat.
"As soon as you die, it's only right that the two sects merge again! That's right! You ungrateful white-eyed wolf, I'll kill you and go accompany my ancestor!"
Seeing another burst of spiritual energy on Zhanmeng's body, he only heard a wailing cry. The arm holding the leader had been chopped off, and the person holding the sword was none other than the leader Zhaoyang.
"Zhaoyang! You betrayed me too! You all owe me! I want to get all mine back!" He rushed towards the crowd, his broken arm already growing a new one at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhanmeng, who was completely obsessed at this time, was no longer rational. His fingers were as sharp as the tip of a knife. In the blink of an eye, he pierced the bodies of the two elders.
The leader, Zhaoyang, quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Stop! See clearly who I am!" He blocked Zhan Meng's blow and felt that the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock.
The pair of red eyes that could no longer see the eyeballs were staring at the face in front of them and suddenly stopped.
"Zhan Meng?" The leader called out again tentatively.
"Brother, head!" With a cry, the eighth elder had already pierced the body of the person in front of him with his sword.
Zhanmeng roared in pain, quickly turned around and knocked away the eighth elder, then pulled out his sword and threw it away.
Taking advantage of this gap, the elders had already set up a formation, and countless rays of golden light shot out from the ground and passed through the shrouded body in the center of the formation.
When he fell, Zhaoyang, who was only one step away, felt a flash of white light, and time seemed to have stopped.
He walked forward and found that everyone was gone.
Everything seems to be back to normal.
"Senior brother, wait for me!" A burst of children's play attracted his attention.
When he saw the child running up from below, Zhaoyang was stunned. Isn't this himself when he was a child? But I have long forgotten it.
He saw himself smiling and shouting below: "Junior brother, hurry up! Those who are late will be punished!"
What is left behind is the ignorance of childhood.
He followed, but suddenly he came to a forest again.
The little Zhanmeng was squatting next to a small puddle, concentrating on tinkering with this, with some mud on his face, like a little tabby cat.
Zhaoyang walked over and found that he was making an ugly clay figure. He stood up, wiped the sweat from his head with his dirty hands, and spoke to the clay figure.
"This is senior brother, and this is me."
Looking at Zhan Meng playing with the clay figurines, Zhaoyang suddenly remembered that the pile of mud that he had thrown away as debris turned out to be himself that he had pinched for a long time.
It had been too long, so long that thinking about this memory made him feel a little unreal.
Thinking about it this way, Zhanmeng seemed to like staying with him when he was a child.
"Senior brother! Can you teach me how to wield a sword..."
"Senior brother! I heard that the peach blossoms are blooming at the foot of the mountain..."
"Senior brother!..."
until--
"Come on! Someone fainted!"
When he saw Zhan Meng falling down with blood from all his orifices in front of his eyes, he was immediately at a loss.
The piece of cake that was supposed to be eaten by himself was accidentally eaten by Zhan Meng.
But it is a poison that has no solution.
"There is only one way to save Amon now." The former head told Zhao Yang, "The Burning Blood Pill can save his life."
But then he added: "I'm just afraid his cultivation will stop here."
"Master is afraid that if Amon continues to practice, he will ignite the blood-burning pill——"
"As long as you understand."
This short sentence tied the relationship between the two in shackles.
"Are you going to watch over me and prevent me from practicing?" When Zhanmeng said this calmly, Zhaoyang didn't know what to do, but his subconscious "no" made Zhanmeng suddenly explode.
"If you don't let me practice, what are you going to do to save me?"
"Take this broken stove away! Don't think I don't know why!"
"Take it! Get away!"
"It's good for you. Can a furnace compensate for my losses?" He threw the alchemy furnace beside the bed far away.
He didn't know if it was a side effect of the Burning Blood Pill, but he just felt that his temperament had changed drastically.
Zhanmeng, who was originally a genius in alchemy, could not touch the alchemy furnace from now on, and saw that his position was given to others.
