Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 609: He is dead
Ao Xianzong, on an empty ground.
Thousands of people have solemn expressions and stand solemnly. However, there was a bit of doubt in their eyes, and they didn't know why the Sect Master wanted to gather all the members of the sect.
On the high platform, Chu Zhongtian is dressed in black, wearing white cloth, and his expression is full of deep sadness.
Huang Er clasped his hands tightly, his blue veins violent, and his face was dull and unclear.
This made the people below more and more puzzled, but seeing Chu Zhongtian's serious face, he didn't dare to ask.
"There is one thing, I want to announce..."
Looking at the people standing neatly below, Chu Zhongtian spoke slowly and said a word that made the audience quiet.
"My son, he is dead."
The simple four words are like a bolt from the blue, which directly stuns everyone present!
The son...dead?
Everyone was surprised. In their hearts, Ling Xian was the omnipotent god!
However, at this moment, Chu Zhongtian said that the **** was dead, how could they accept this?
But they all knew in their hearts that Chu Zhongtian would never make jokes about this kind of thing. Therefore, they gradually accepted this fact, and the shock on their faces gradually turned into sadness.
"God, you don't have eyes! How can you take his life for a good man like him?"
"The son is brave and invincible at the same level, how could he fall?"
"Damn it, who killed the son, I want to avenge him!"
"Yes, the son waits for Entong to recreate me, and must avenge him!"
Everyone yelled to the sky, and apart from sadness, there was only anger on their faces.
For them, Ling Xian has the grace to rebuild them. Now that they heard the news of his fall, they were naturally sad and angry!
"The grudge must be reported."
Chu Zhongtian stretched out three fingers, pointed at the sky, and slowly said a cold voice.
"I, Chu Zhongtian, swear here that in the rest of my life, I will avenge the son of seven sects and eighteen sects! If there is any discrepancy, I will apologize!"
The voice fell, and a thousand people shouted in unison.
No matter how strong his seven sects are, no matter how cruel his eighteen sects are, they have only one thought in their minds.
Get revenge!
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When the news of Ling Xian's fall was passed back to Yunzhou by Lin Qingyi and others, this state was also in an unprecedented shock like Yuezhou.
Everyone fell silent, and after that, there were bursts of weeping from all over Yunzhou.
Qingcheng, the residence of the Ling family.
When Ling Tianjiao and Ling Hu were confused and pushed open the door of Ling Tianqing, they saw a sad face.
After that, he heard a sad word.
"He is dead, the greatest pride of my Ling family in history, is dead."
Suddenly, Ling Tianjiao was struck by lightning, and Linghu's tears burst into tears.
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Wan Jianzong, above the main peak.
Dao Wuji's white clothes are like snow, and his sword points to Yuezhou. The deep star eyes are full of killing intent, as if even this space is frozen.
This made the lord of the Eleven Peaks who came together frowned, puzzled.
Although the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is in crisis today, it is not the worst. Why did the Master Master release his intent to kill him?
But in the next moment, they understood, only because Dao Wuji spoke coldly and said a shocking word.
"He is dead, my Wan Jianzong has been glorious for three thousand years, and is dead."
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Haoranzong, in a valley with pleasant scenery.
Mo Qingbu wore a blue shirt, held a jade slip in his hand, and read it softly. There is a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, which is really as elegant and gentle as a gentleman.
Behind him, a seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy made tea in warm water, and the fragrance was overflowing and refreshing.
After a while, Mo Qinggong put down the jade slip, took a sip of tea, and a bit of disappointment appeared in his gentle eyes.
"This tea is not good."
"Master, this is the top-notch tea for enlightenment, how could it be bad?" Dao Tong looked ignorant.
"The taste of the tea has not changed, but the people tasting the tea together are not there." Mo Qingjing thought of Ling Xian, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Then I will tell him to come. Master, you are now one of the strongest among the young generation in Yunzhou. Who dares not give you face?" Dao Tong worshiped with eyes full of eyes.
"He just dared, and the master didn't dare to be angry yet."
Mo Qing negatively rubbed Dao Tong's little head, and smiled gently: "When you grow up, you will understand."
Speaking, he picked up the teacup, but at this moment, a thousand-mile crane suddenly flew in front of him.
The information he carried also came to his mind.
Suddenly, Mo Qing's negative expression became gloomy, and the tea cup in his hand suddenly shattered!
This stunned the Dao Tong on the side. In his mind, the Master has always been gentle and indifferent, and there is almost no time to lose his attitude.
But at this moment, the gaffe is so bad, it's simply unprecedented!
"Master, what happened to you...?" Dao Tong asked cautiously.
"What happened?"
Mo Qinggu fell silent, after a long while, he slowly spit out a word.
"He is dead, my mentor and helpful friend, dead."
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Tai Xu Zong, above the peak of Qianzhang.
Sun Zehao, who has become the head of the Taixu Sect, seemed to be crying but not smiling, and poured a gulp of spirits, and his internal organs burned like flames, hot and painful.
But if he didn't hear it, he still pours strong alcohol into his belly, seeming to want to get himself drunk and sleep forever.
Until, I can't drink anymore.
After that, he looked up to the sky and roared like crying but not smiling.
"Hahaha, dead, my brother Sun Zehao, dead!"
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The Immortal Sect, amidst a splendid flower garden.
A charming and lovely girl was smiling while holding flowers, chasing the butterflies among the flowers, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Xia Lingmu's gloomy and terrifying face, and she couldn't help being startled.
Looking at Yunzhou today, Xia Lingmu can definitely be regarded as the strongest of the younger generation. Apart from Mo Qinggong and Sun Zehao, no one can compare with them!
Therefore, the girl couldn't figure out what was going on, and Xia Lingmu, who was able to make the sky fall without any surprises, lost his state like this.
"Brother, what happened?" the girl asked nervously.
The response to her was a sentence, a sentence that was a bit sad and a bit regretful.
"He is dead. The opponent I vowed to catch up with in this life is dead."
The voice fell, and the girl was suddenly sluggish.
She can't imagine that Xia Lingmu is already so strong, how strong will the opponent he wants to chase after?
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Similar incidents continue to take place in Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and Thirty-Six Islands.
Whether it's Lingxian's friend or opponent~IndoMTL.com~Whether you admire him or hate him, anyone who has something to do with him will inevitably feel a little regretful.
That's an amazing and extraordinary monster!
Even if you look at ancient times and today, it is 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 the human race, there are many other races who are eyeing each other. What is needed is Ling Xian, a peerless arrogant who has the opportunity to attack the strongest!
As for Lin Qingyi and others, after returning to their homes, they locked themselves up.
The tears flowed unstoppable.
When people around me asked the reason, their answers were exactly the same, with only a short sentence.
"He is dead, my beloved, dead."
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