The whole sect is reborn

"Clang!"

The group of people threw a long sword in front of Ling Junqian, looked at the Wuji Sect members who were looking embarrassed, and then sneered.

"Ling Junqian, if you are sensible, just use this sword to kill yourself. If you put your head in front of me, I will not kill your disciples for the time being."

"If you still resist..."

Hearing this, the masked men cooperated very cooperatively to lift up the fainted Zhong Kelian and others, and all the extremely sharp weapons were aimed at his disciples.

Ling Junqian raised his eyes and looked at his disciples, and then at the high-level monks who were blocking out the sky. His eyes felt dizzy for a moment.

This bright world, the Jinyuan world of billions of monks, can't accommodate a mere eight people from the Wuji Sect. It is still daytime at this moment, but Ling Junqian can't see a trace of sunshine.

Ling Junqian was raised by his master with great hardships, and he has been working tirelessly to realize his master's wish to promote the Wuji Sect. Moreover, he truly loves the Wuji Sect from the bottom of his heart, a sect that has never seen its prosperity with his own eyes.

.

He loves this sect and is willing to do everything for him. However, he loves these seven disciples even more. Although they have different temperaments, and although they usually "bully their masters and destroy their ancestors", this is not the case.

It is their unique way of getting along between master and disciple.

Naturally, he didn't want his disciples to die. Although he didn't know what would happen in the future, at least for now, they couldn't die.

As for Ling Junqian himself, as the leader of a sect, if he had not died, the backbone of this sect would not have been broken, so these people in front of him would definitely not have spared his life. Fortunately, the disciples each have their own unique skills, even if they are just

In order to squeeze their talents, the disciples can survive.

In fact, who would want to die if he could live well? Ling Junqian didn't want to die, but he had to die today.

Bending down to pick up the ordinary spirit sword, Ling Junqian placed it on his neck.

Zhu Fu, who was surrounded by a large group of monks in the distance, looked at this scene with eyes wide open. All Ling Junqian's movements seemed to be in slow motion to her, shown frame by frame in her blood-red pupils.

"Master! Master——"

"Don't--"

Zhu Fu had never been so angry. The intense indignation made her pupils instantly turn red, and strings of bloody tears continued to flow from her eyes, staining the Wuji Sect's exclusive clothes red.

The demon blood in her body continued to evaporate at this moment, causing her whole body to fall into a blood-red mist, and the veins on her body continued to stretch, like ugly centipedes, tangled in Zhu Fu's originally beautiful face.

"Oops! I can't stop her!"

"Her eyes are red! She is a demon!"

"Come and help!"

More and more immortal cultivators and demon cultivators swarmed up and held on to Zhu Fu. Zhu Fu's whole body was covered by a crowd of people, with only one pair of eyes exposed. He stared at Ling Junqian's position persistently, trying to get this one-handed supporter.

As she grows up, the man who taught her etiquette and morality changes his mind.

"Master! We will not agree to your death! You can't die! Run away -"

When the Wuji Sect was not yet powerful, Ling Junqian was best at taking the lead in running away. But at this time, the monk who had always prided himself on running away had never had the intention to escape. Obviously if he was the only one,

Ling Junqian can escape, after all, Ling Junqian is the most talented monk in their Wuji Sect!

Looking at the struggling young disciple, Ling Junqian smiled slightly.

"What I am most proud of in my life is that I have seven of you disciples..."

Under the constant urging of the other party, Ling Junqian opened his mouth and expressed his last wish to Zhu Fu, who was struggling and twisting crazily but being controlled by more and more people. Then he slashed at his neck with the spiritual sword.

Because of the human body's protective mechanism, although Ling Junqian was determined, the hand that slashed at his neck was still a little shaking, so that the wounds on the severed head were a bit uneven. Even though he was already a high-level monk, his head was missing like this.

Ling Junqian couldn't survive the injury.

Zhu Fu stared intently at Ling Junqian's self-inflicted actions. Every small movement was firmly engraved in her mind, and she wanted to remember the profoundness for a lifetime.

When the carefree male cultivator chopped off his own head with a calm expression, something seemed to spurt out of Zhu Fu's heart in an instant, and at the same time, some hot liquid seeped out from her seven orifices.

Zhu Fu stared at the place where Ling Junqian fell, and she remembered the last words Ling Junqian said before committing suicide.

"Xiao Qi, don't look..."

That was the last bit of tenderness that a master who loved his disciples could give in the face of desperation.

Don't look.

But how could she not look at it? The person who died was her best relative in this life, and her master——

A moment later, when the worried enemies carefully checked that Ling Junqian was indeed dead, a heart-rending cry of pain suddenly exploded in the sky above Wuji Sect!

"Master——"

After this sound, Zhu Fu's throat was torn.

The cry of pain that seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul made the monk who suppressed her tremble uncontrollably, and then suppressed her even tighter.

At this time, among the high-ranking people, there was a slender and weak figure who glanced at Zhu Fu who was in pain and gave a "kindly" suggestion.

"That person has seen everything and is definitely not willing to be used by us. I heard that she came from the Lower Demon Abyss, so why not destroy her cultivation and let her go back to the Lower Demon Abyss? That is her hometown after all.

"

"What a great idea!"

"As expected of my junior uncle, he is really compassionate."

"Yeah yeah……"

Even if everyone knows that the demons in the Lower Demonic Abyss have been cleared out long ago, the female cultivator named Zhu Fu has been disabled and her cultivation is like an ordinary person. In that kind of empty place, there is no food, water or sunlight.

, and how long can it live?

But no one was willing to consider this issue for a defeated general. In order to please the young uncle with a soft voice and an amazing seniority, some high-level monks took the initiative to not only destroy Zhu Fu's Dantian Nascent Soul, but even

He killed her Zifu and cut off her tendons and hamstrings.

Then, such a worthless useless person was thrown into the dark and bottomless abyss of the devil.

Zhu Fu, on the other hand, did not react except for trembling when her Dantian Zifu was destroyed. When she was dragged away, she just stared persistently at Ling Jun Qian's body that fell limply to the ground, with blood and tears on her face.

The violence was raging, but it couldn't stop the continuous pain in her heart.

Her master...

The master who was so poor and meticulous that he would scream if there were oil spots on his clothes. At this moment, his head was taken away casually, and his body was thrown to the ground without dignity, and even

Trample at will.

The snow-white clothes were gradually stained with dust and mud, and the dazzling red sun gradually fell into dust...

"Do you know what the red sun on our Wuji Sect uniform represents?"

"I don't know. Isn't it just an embellishment on clothes?"

"Stupid! That means that our Wuji Sect members should have a red heart facing the sun in this life! We Wuji Sect members should live an upright and upright life just like the sun always hangs in the sky and shines on all things -"

When the red sun covered Master's body with dirt, Zhu Fu finally couldn't help but blink. The moment he closed his eyes, a tear of blood slowly fell into the dust, and then was quickly wrapped in the soil and merged into the earth.

The low-pitched laughter of these monks in my ears is really terrifying. They can kill people and destroy the sect, but they can continue to smile with peace of mind.

Master, the red sun is still shining in the sky, but demons are everywhere in the world, and my whole body is cold...

"Master..."