Limited Time Hidden Marriage

When everyone heard the voice, they turned around at the same time and their faces changed at the same time.

Instantly, someone reacted first and shouted, "It's the prince of the demon clan!"

The whole mourning hall was in chaos in an instant.

No one knew how he had entered Shushan without knowing it.

There were so many immortal cultivators, but no one noticed anything unusual.

It can be seen that in just a few days, he has made great progress in his spiritual power in the demon clan.

Soon, a group of disciples surrounded Jing Lan with swords. They did not dare to approach easily and could only remain alert.

Jing Lan looked at the tablet in front of the mourning hall and said coldly, "The master was not killed by me!"

Compared to that night, he is now much calmer.

One of the immortals shouted angrily, "How dare you! The Shushan disciples saw you enter the master's bedroom. That night, the master was stabbed in the throat with a sword. Do you still dare to quibble?!"

Another immortal said, "You just hold a grudge and want to get rid of the master. It's all our fault. We didn't find out earlier, so you, this evil creature, had the opportunity to take advantage of it!"

"That's right! Kill him and avenge the master!"

I don't know who took the lead, but all the disciples raised their swords and shouted in unison, "Kill him! Kill him! Avenge the master!"

Jing Lan didn't care about what others said. He looked at Zhen Xi with a pair of deep eyes and asked, "Master, do you believe me?"

Zhen Xi didn't say anything, but she was anxious and angry in her heart.

Whether he killed the person or not, he shouldn't be here at this moment!

Unable to find an answer, Jing Lan continued to ask, "Master, do you also think I killed the person?!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, she still didn't say anything.

Jing Lan's eyes dimmed in an instant. He wanted to get closer to Zhen Xi, but as soon as he took a step, the disciples drew their swords and attacked him. Some even protected Zhen Xi. Seeing this, Jing Lan frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, raised his hand, and brought a gust of wind, easily knocking over a large row of disciples. The group of disciples fell to the ground, as if they had suffered serious internal injuries and could not stand up no matter what. The other disciples were so scared that their legs trembled and they could not even hold their swords steadily. They surrounded Jing Lan but did not dare to get close, and even had the intention of retreating. Jing Lan approached Zhen Xi step by step. Wherever he went, the wind whistled, his black robe fluttered in the wind, his long hair fluttered, and he was aggressive, like a mad devil. In his eyes, anyone became an ant that could be crushed to death at will. The immortal cultivators ordered in unison, "Quick! Catch him! Don't let him get close!"

The disciples did not dare to disobey the order, so they bravely stepped forward. Before they could get close to Jing Lan, they were swept into a whirlpool of wind, circling and flying in the air like a flag, and then fell heavily to the ground.

One by one, their faces were pale, dizzy, lying on the ground and vomiting, and the whole mourning hall was in chaos.

Seeing that a group of disciples were defeated before the battle, the immortal cultivators urged their spiritual power and decided to go into battle themselves.

At this moment, Zhen Xi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly roared, "Evil disciple, I have expelled you from the sect, and you dared to trespass into Shushan!"

Jing Lan paused and looked at her in disbelief, "Master, don't you believe me?"

"I don't believe it!"

The woman's two short words once again trampled on Jing Lan's already broken heart.

The immortal cultivators had never been so tacit as at this moment, and they rushed towards Jing Lan almost at the same time.

But a dark figure suddenly flashed before his eyes, and Jing Lan, who was originally surrounded, disappeared without a trace in an instant.