Painting of the Nine Immortals

Aoxianzong, on an open ground.

Thousands of people stood solemnly and solemnly. However, some doubts appeared in their eyes, and they didn't know why the suzerain had to convene all the suzerain.

Above the platform, Chu Zhongtian was black and wearing a white cloth. His expression was full of sadness.

Huang Er clasped her hands tightly, her green tendons violently, her complexion was dull.

This made the people below more and more confused, but seeing Chu Zhongtian's solemn look, he was afraid to ask.

"One thing, I want to announce ..."

Looking at the people standing neatly below, Chu Zhongtian slowly spoke and said a word that made the audience silent.

"My son, dead."

The simple four words, just like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, directly split everyone in the room!

Son ... dead?

Everyone was shocked. In their hearts, Ling Xian was the omnipotent god!

But at this moment, Chu Zhongtian said that God was dead, how could they accept it?

But they knew in their hearts that Chu Zhongtian would never make fun of such things. Therefore, they gradually accepted this fact, and the shock on their faces gradually turned into sorrow.

"My God, don't you have long eyes! How can you take his life away from someone so good?"

"The son is fierce and invincible, how could he fall?"

"Damn, who killed the son, I will avenge him!"

"Yes, my son waits for me to rebuild, and I must avenge him!"

The crowd roared to heaven, except for sorrow on their faces, only anger remained.

For them, Ling Xian has a rebirth to them. Now when they hear the news of his fall, they are naturally sad and angry!

"Revenge must be reported."

Chu Zhongtian stretched out three fingers, pointed at Cangtian, and slowly said a chilly word.

"My Chu Zhongtian swears here that in his lifetime, he must point to seven cases and eighteen gates, and take revenge for his son! If there is any discrepancy, atone for his sins!"

Thousands shouted in unison as the voice fell.

Regardless of how strong his seven cases are, and how ruthless he is, there is only one thought in their minds.

revenge!

...

When the news of Lingxian's fall was passed back to Yunzhou by Lin Qingyi and others, this state was like Yuezhou and fell into an unprecedented shock.

Everyone fell silent, and then there were wailing and crying all over Yunzhou.

Qingcheng, Ling's Mansion.

When Ling Tianjiao and Ling Hu were so confused, they pushed Ling Tianqing's door open, and saw a sad face.

After that, he heard a word full of sadness.

"He's dead, my biggest pride in the Ling family ever, dead."

Suddenly, Ling Tianjiao was struck by lightning, and Ling Hu burst into tears.

...

Wan Jianzong, above the main peak.

Dao Wou-ki's white clothes are like snow, the sword is pointing at Yuezhou, the deep star eyes are full of killing, as if even this space is frozen.

This frowned the master of the eleven peaks coming together, puzzled.

Although Wan Jianzong is in crisis now, but not to the worst extent, why is it true to teach the real people to release a horrific idea?

But the next moment, they understood, just because Tao Wuji spoke coldly, and said a shocking word.

"He's dead. I have three thousand years of glory and I'm dead."

...

Hao Ranzong, a beautiful valley.

Mo Qing lost a blue shirt, holding Jade Jane, and whispered. There was a touch of gentle smile in the corner of his mouth, which was really elegant and gentle as a gentleman, gentle and gentle as a jade.

Behind him, a seven- or eight-year-old Taoist boy brewed tea in warm water, fragrant and refreshing.

After a moment, Mo Qingnian put down Yu Jian, took a sip of tea lightly, and a little disappointment appeared in his mild eyes.

"This tea is not good."

"Master, this is the best Wu Dao tea, how can it be bad?" Dao Tong looked dumbfounded.

"The taste of the tea hasn't changed, but the person who tastes the tea is not there." Mo Qingnian remembered Ling Xian, and he could not help showing a gentle smile.

"Well, it's not enough to call him, Master. Now you are one of the strongest young people in Yunzhou. Who dares not to give you face?" Dao Tong worshipped.

"He would dare, and Master would not dare to be angry."

Mo Qingnian rubbed the small head of Dao Tong and smiled gently: "When you grow up, you will understand."

Then he picked up the tea cup, but at this moment, a thousand-mile crane suddenly flew in front of him.

The information he carried also came into his mind.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's negative color gloomed down, and his tea cup broke suddenly!

This stunned the Dao Tong aside. In his mind, the Master has always been gentle and indifferent, and there is almost no discomfort.

But at this moment, it's so abnormal that it has never been seen before!

"Master, what are you ...?" Dao Tong asked cautiously.

"What happened?"

Mo Qingnian was silent, and after a long while, he slowly spit out a word.

"He is dead, my mentor and friend, dead."

...

Too fierce, above the peak of thousands of feet.

Sun Zehao, who has become the teacher of Taixuzong, seems to be crying and smirking. He sips a big mouthful of spirits, and the internal organs are burning like flames, which is hot and hot.

But he didn't know it. He still spit his spirits into his belly, and seemed to want to intoxicate himself forever.

Until, I can't drink anymore.

After that, he seemed to cry and laugh, and growled.

"Ha ha ha, dead, my brother Sun Zehao, dead!"

...

Immortality, in a gorgeous flower garden.

A cute and pretty girl was smiling at Hua Hua, chasing the butterfly among the flowers, and suddenly glimpsed Xia Lingmu's face was so gloomy that she couldn't help it.

Looking at today's Yunzhou, Xia Lingmu is definitely the strongest of the younger generation. Except for Mo Qingshou and Sun Zehao, no one can compare with him!

Therefore, the girl couldn't figure out what was going on, which could make Xia Lingmu, who was not shocked, look like this.

"Brother, what happened?" The girl asked nervously.

In response to her, there was a word of sadness and regret.

"He is dead. The opponent I vowed to chase in this life is dead."

The voice fell, and the girl was dull.

She couldn't imagine that Xia Lingmu was already so strong. How strong would the opponent he be chasing?

...

Similar incidents have been staged in Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and Sanliu Island.

Whether it's Ling Xian's friend or opponent, whether he admires him or hates him, anyone who interacts with him will inevitably feel a little sorry.

It was a stunning unparalleled demon evil!

Even if we look at ancient times today, it can be said to be extremely extraordinary. But now he is dead, which is a great loss for the entire human race!

After all, in this land, in addition to human races, there are many aliens who are desperate. What is needed is the peerless Tianjiao who has the opportunity to impact the Xeon!

As for Lin Qingyi and others, after returning to their respective homes, they locked themselves up.

Tears can't stop flowing.

When the people around them asked why, their answers were exactly the same, with only a short sentence.

"He is dead, my beloved, is dead."