Sang Ying never expected that the old man would have such a gentle attitude.

She was stunned for a moment, and then told the other party everything that had happened before. She only omitted Jiang Zhuoxue's origins and her return to ten thousand years ago.

The Supreme Elder's expression changed from the relief and joy when he first heard that Sang Ying saved people, to the anger when he heard that Sect Master Wu had repaid Jiang Zhuoxue with revenge, and then when he heard that the injuries on these elders were all caused by thunder.

After that, his face turned so dark that he couldn't even see it.

"You mean, the injuries on these bastards' bodies were all caused by lightning?" The old man looked at Sang Ying with wide eyes.

Seeing that he asked seriously, Sang Ying nodded: "Yes, that's true. The destruction of Wuji Sect is indeed related to the younger generation, and the younger generation will also bear the responsibility, but the leader and elders of your noble sect will be injured, but they are the fault

There are too many. If the seniors insist on blaming this incident on the juniors, the juniors will not admit it."

He Xiu, who had already gotten up from the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but because he was worried about the old man's slap earlier, he kept silent.

The old man touched his head and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Unlike Sect Leader Wu, he is a dedicated and down-to-earth person who cultivates seriously. He already hates this kind of opportunistic behavior. But now he found out that the powerful people in his sect are all such things, and his mood immediately became complicated.

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The old man pondered for a moment, and then called the young man who had originally replied to him over: "Come and tell me, is what this female nun said true?"

The young man turned his head and glanced at Sang Ying, then finally lowered his head and said, "It's true, that senior Black Dragon was indeed wronged."

The young man took a deep breath. He originally thought it would be difficult to tell the truth, but after the first sentence was spoken, the rest became as easy as pouring beans: "Master once used dragon energy to practice, and his speed increased by thousands of miles. But dragon energy

It is diminishing day by day, and it is no longer enough to support him to break through to the next realm. So Master set up this trap after discovering the true identity of Senior Black Dragon."

"Those people in Peach Blossom Village were actually killed by the elders, and the black dragon in the photo stone is actually not a dragon, but just a black dragon. That black dragon was also raised by the master."

The young man's tone became drier, and every word he spoke was mixed with countless blood and innocent lives. He suddenly hated why he was a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and why he had to embark on this path of cultivation full of sins.

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"It turns out it's you, it turns out it's you!" A man rushed out from the group of onlookers. He grabbed the young man's collar regardless, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

"It was you who killed my parents, and you who killed our whole village. You still lied to me, and you still want to blame others! Aren't you monks who help the suffering? Why don't you protect us mortals?

Trample us into the mud?!"

Sang Ying knew at a glance that this man was the only person who had survived in Taohua Village.

This time he was also invited by Sect Master Wu to participate in the Dragon Slaying Meeting, but he didn't expect that so many surprises would happen.

However, the man was lucky. When everyone was fighting, he was pulled into a corner, and the subsequent thunder disaster did not affect him. He was forced to live as a mortal until now.

But the man didn't care about his good luck at all. He would rather die in the sea of ​​fire along with his relatives as soon as possible.

"To you monks, we mortals are just weeds at our feet, and we can destroy them at will?!" He shouted the last sentence hysterically, and then he knelt down in despair, holding his head and crying.

The people in Peach Blossom Village never expect to have a fairy fate, they just want to live a good life in this world.

Finally, the beast tide disappeared, and they thought they could return to the stable days before, but they didn't expect that fate had never been kind to them, and death still fell on these innocent people.

At this moment, the man completely became resentful towards the monks in the Xuanwu world.

"...I'm sorry." The young man said dryly. He had never expected that his master would do such a thing. By the time he knew the truth, it was already too late.

But the man had just learned the truth about the death of his relative, so he would not listen to his explanation. He immediately shook off the young man's attempt to hold his hand. Finally, he glanced at the still comatose Sect Leader Wu with resentment, and quickly pushed away.

The crowd opened up and quickly disappeared.

The young man watched the man's back disappear and lowered his head silently. Before he could start to despise himself, a warm palm suddenly touched his forehead: "Okay, I know about this, so you can take your

Junior brothers and sisters, please go down and rest!"

The old man didn't say he believed it or didn't believe it. He just waved his hand and arranged for all the disciples to leave.

The young man took action immediately after receiving the order, but the dozen or so "black coals" lying on the ground once again put him in trouble: "Tai Shang Elder, I wonder what my master and the others should do with them?"

These people were so seriously injured that they definitely needed to be treated by a medical practitioner, and they couldn't just hire an ordinary medical practitioner, they had to hire a powerful one, otherwise it would be a matter of whether they would wake up or not.

The old man curled his lips when he heard this: "What do you care about those beasts? Just leave them here. I have my own way of dealing with them."

He made no secret of his disgust for these people, and did not care at all that they were his juniors.

The young man was startled by his directness, but in the end he chose to obey.

Before they left, the old man called him again: "What's your name?"

"Disciple, Jiang Chunsheng." The young man replied respectfully.

The old man nodded and memorized the face of the man in front of him. When the Wuji Sect is rebuilt, perhaps there will be a new sect leader in the sect.

The old man's plan was not revealed, and his attention soon turned to Sang Ying and his party again.

After answering the old man's questions, Dong Fuzhu couldn't wait to pull Sang Ying into their "encirclement" again, as if he was afraid that Sang Ying would be harmed.

So when the old man looked over, he met their wary and fearful eyes.

The old man curled his lips and raised his chin in a haughty manner: "That's all. Since these idiots caused the trouble themselves, you can't be blamed."

After that, as soon as he raised his hand, several storage bags flew out from the dozens of people, and then fell directly into the hands of Sang Ying and the others.

"These things can be regarded as my apology from the Wuji Sect." The old man's eyes lightly turned to the sect leaders and elders who were still in a coma, "As for the others, let's ask for them after they wake up!"

Although she didn't know the temper of this Supreme Elder, Sang Ying could hear a hint of chill in his words.


Chapter completed!