You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 846: The Sorrow of a Young Man

Unlike Lu Yongan's cold sweat

The little fat boy just nodded. He expected it, but he was not worried. Senior brother was his senior brother, now and in the future, he would be. He was unwavering: "You think too little. Senior brother only proposed the proposition of 'praising to death' in this matter. These results are all what the students you handed over thought. If you do it yourself, Luo Su Zong may not last more than an hour! Now it seems that these students are qualified. After retaking Xuanyang Tower, I will be able to report to you."

It was actually done by the disciple taught by that person?

The more Lu Yongan listened, the colder his back felt. Such an existence, whose disciples only used some strategies to destroy a prosperous second-grade sect in the blink of an eye, where on earth did such a terrifying person come from? He had secretly investigated Changqing but found nothing. He didn't know where he came from, let alone what he was planning. He suddenly appeared in Lingran, what was his purpose?

Lu Yongan patted his head and took a deep breath. He had also learned the reason for this battle from the little fat man. It was a little absurd and a little terrifying - just because he couldn't stand what Luo Suzong did, he wanted to destroy it! The world's sects were so dark, and there were countless dirty deals in secret. How could this be considered a reason? At most, it was tacitly understood by many sects. And even such a reason that didn't seem to be a reason was faced with destruction by a word said by this person casually. It was difficult to guess the mind of such a willful person, let alone control him.

Fortunately, he clung to the fat boy's thigh. As long as he put away his little thoughts, his future path would never be narrow.

The fat man appeared with Lu Yongan. Changqing let go of the ice spear, and the blood he vomited dissipated like a dream bubble. The illusion derived from his mental power became more and more real.

"Brother, your acting skills are getting better and better. It would be a waste if you don't perform in a spiritual drama. You are definitely the leading actor!!"

“How was the shoot?”

Bang, bang, bang! The little fat man patted his chest loudly: "You, your junior brother is a rare photography genius. I took this shot steadily. According to your instructions, I deliberately erased some of your shots, leaving only the heroic figure just now. You don't know that standing on this mountain, with such lofty ambitions and fearlessness of death, it really makes people applaud. Luo Su Zong has such a great reputation, and he deserves to die!"

Chang Qing said nothing, the clearness on his face dissipated, and no expression could be seen under the mask. He took off his purple clothes and changed into a long black robe with a gold pattern on the shoulders. His long hair was snow-white, like flowing clouds, and under the setting sun, it glowed with various colors.

He raised his hand, and a purple hairpin fell into it. His eyes were heavy, like a deep pool, and he looked for a few breaths.

After a long time, she smiled gently, her white hair was tied up and fixed with a purple hairpin. The black clothes, white hair and purple hairpin gave this spiritual body a somewhat evil feeling.

The purple hairpin was the only thing left after Ning Ruoyan's figure disappeared. This woman was another person that Changqing could not save. This hairpin was left as a warning, and also to tell him that it is difficult to have the best of both worlds, and human power is limited. It is difficult for him to make choices for others.

It also implies that the method of planting the Tao in the human heart is correct. Chang Qing is increasingly suspicious.

Changqing did not give Zishan to the little fat man. The little fat man was now rich and did not look down on such a small thing. Changqing did not intend to give it to him either. Thousands of dolls with spiritual roots were sealed in it. Now the Yuling Sect was short of staff and they were in need of spiritual roots.

They declined Lu Yongan's offer to send them back to the Yuling Sect. After the earth-level formation between heaven and earth dissipated, a breeze blew across the devastated land. The smell of blood drifted in the wind, making them feel even colder.

The Dao-Eating Lice swarmed out to clean up the battlefield. The movement was subtle. This place still belonged to the demon clan. The sound of chiseling rocks continued to be heard. On the top of the hill where the ice halberd was located, a huge rock was carefully chiseled by Chang Qing. It was the scene of him borrowing Lu Fei's identity and finally slaying the demon. This statue was regarded as the tragic song of Luo Su Zong, but also a tombstone.

In less than half a moment, Lu Fei's lifelike figure appeared here, the same look as he howled to the sky, blew away the stone chips, nodded with satisfaction, and saw that all the flesh and bones on the battlefield had disappeared without a trace left.

The lice circled around Changqing forming a tornado, feeling delighted. It was the first time they had a full meal after following Changqing for several years. A large area of golden dots covered their originally blue shells. It seemed that they didn't know what kind of battlefield they would be on when they were fed next time.

Chang Qing slapped his head. He was really stupid. Dao-eating lice like to eat everything. Wouldn't it be easier to use Dao-eating lice to carve stone statues? He even broke out in a sweat over this. It was really not worth it.

Porphyra: ... politeness, you like to eat rocks, your whole family likes it...

Beside him, there was a pile of storage magic tools piled up into a small hill. Li Mengyu, Guangyu and Lin Xianer were opening blind boxes, laughing and joking from time to time. It was quite lively. Only He Niaoniao was sitting beside a cliff, swinging her little feet, mumbling with a dazed look on her face.

Changqing came and sat beside him. He Niaoniao called him "senior brother" and felt a little depressed.

"Why—you feel a little reluctant?" Chang Qing asked with a smile, taking out a few spiritual fruits from the pendant and handing them to He Niaoniao.

On He Niaoniao's lovely little face as she looked up, she had lost some of her youthfulness and become more pretty. Her eyebrows were curved, and there was a bit of youthful distress and sorrow between her brows. The little girl had been washed away by the years and became a big girl, but her soft heart had turned into empathy, and her innocence had been cut by reality, leaving bloody wounds.

Hearing Chang Qing's question, He Niao Niao nodded, then quickly shook her head, her face wrinkled into a ball: "Luo Su Zongzhi deserves to be killed for what he did! But I think this method is a bit insidious and a bit too cruel, it's not what I have in mind."

"Then what do you want to do?" Chang Qing asked tentatively.

"I think~" He Niaoniao hesitated for a long time, but found that this was still the best ending.

Chang Qing smiled gently, without spoiling the show or embarrassing him: "You may want to collect evidence and hand it over to the Yuhai League; or spread the news and let the people of the world attack. I think so, right?"

He Niaoniao nodded.

"Although the game has been decided, it does not prevent us from discussing the situation. What do you think?" Chang Qing asked.

He Niaoniao nodded and did not refuse this time: "Okay~"

“If Luo Suzong’s deeds were exposed at the beginning and the Yuhai League was doomed, then what do you think would happen to Liu Liangcai, the Seventh Elder, the direct disciples, and the ordinary disciples?” Chang Qing made the first move, and as he waved his sleeves, his mental power surged out, and an illusion appeared in front of the two of them.

That was the square of the Yuhai League. Liu Liangcai, seven elders, nine direct disciples, and more than 20,000 disciples were all suppressed by Shangguan Qiuying in the square in front of the palace.

"Liu Liangcai will die! The seven elders will die, and his direct disciples will also die. The ordinary disciples should be investigated for their crimes, and their guilt will be determined based on the severity of the incident!" He Niaoniao analyzed every word very carefully. With every sentence, a figure turned into ashes and dissipated. However, when facing these disciples, He Niaoniao hesitated.

"Associate with the good and the bad, they become good. Did these damned people have evil thoughts from the beginning? If not, when did they start to become evil, and how did they end up on this path of no return?" Chang Qing asked again.