The ancestor of the villain who seizes the body will have many children and good fortune at the begi

The sound of this smile was heard by a middle-aged monk.

He ran over quickly, dug through the ruins, and a bloody elder of Qingfeng Temple suddenly came into view.

The middle-aged monk quickly stabilized the injuries of the elder of Qingfeng Temple.

Seeing this, other monks also gathered around, their eyes full of excitement.

"That Lingtian devil had planned everything, but he didn't expect that there was still someone alive!"

"Now that the physical evidence and witnesses are gathered, let's see what else Lingtian has to explain."

"Yes! When the time comes, we will jointly report to the imperial court. I don't believe that we can't get rid of this devil."

"No matter what, we must save this elder of Qingfeng Temple!"

...

The monks used various tricks and finally stabilized the injuries of the elder of Qingfeng Temple.

But the foundation of this Qingfeng Temple elder has been damaged, and his body is like a candle in the wind, and Yanran has reached the point of exhaustion. "Nine Seven Zero"

"Ahem!"

Wang Changsheng slowly opened his cloudy eyes, trembling and holding his fists, saying: "Thank you all for saving my life!"

"This elder! Please stop talking and have a good rest!"

Wang Changsheng shook his head: "I know my body well!"

"I don't have much time left, but there are some things that I can't take to the coffin!"

Wang Changsheng struggled to stand up with difficulty, his body trembling, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"Listen to me! Everyone."

Although his voice was weak, it was extremely clear in the silent Qingfeng Temple, and every word seemed to be engraved in the hearts of the monks.

The monks surrounded Wang Changsheng in three layers inside and outside in an instant, and listened to Wang Changsheng's statement.

"All this was done by Qing Xiaoyao!" Wang Changsheng's voice spread throughout the Qingfeng Temple, accompanied by gusts of wind.

The monks looked at each other and were shocked.

Isn't Qing Xiaoyao the master of Qingfeng Temple?

"You mean, Qing Xiaoyao killed all the disciples and elders of Qingfeng Temple? Not Ling Tian?"

Wang Changsheng nodded, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He was obviously trying hard: "Yes, Qing Xiaoyao set up a blood sacrifice formation in Qingfeng Temple and sacrificed the entire Qingfeng Temple, just to pursue his path."

These words were like a heavy bomb, shocking all the monks.

"We were deceived!" A cultivator gritted his teeth and said, "But why didn't Ling Tian explain?"

A cold snort came: "If he explained at that time, would anyone believe you!?"

All the cultivators were silent.

"There is one more thing that I must announce to the world!"

Wang Changsheng coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, and the blood sacrifice formation had penetrated into every vein of his body.

"On behalf of Qingfeng Temple, I want to say sorry to everyone and the cultivators in Zhongzhou!"

Then, Wang Changsheng slowly poured out the clear blood.Feng Guan's actions over the years.

These words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone speechless.

The monks recalled their previous abuses against Ling Tian, ​​and all bowed their heads in shame.

"We were too ignorant. We just saw the surface and began to make rash conclusions! We wronged Ling Tian."

"We even criticized him verbally. Now I think about it and feel so ashamed."

"We must apologize to Ling Tian,"

"Apologizing is not enough. We must seek justice for him and clear his name!"

"Yes! We must let the world know that Ling Tian is not an unforgivable demon!"

At this time, some monks began to wake up.

"When Ling Tian was rumored to have killed innocent people, I felt something was wrong..."

"Where did this news first come from?"

"I don't know!"

"I heard it was from the Tiandao Sect."

"This must be the Tiandao Sect deliberately smearing Lord Ling Tian!"

A fat cultivator stood up and said, "I know everything about this matter. At the beginning, the Tiandao Sect promised Lord Ling Tian to open the ladder to heaven for him, but it turned out to be... With the reputation of Lingtian, a large number of young talents are solicited! "| = |" It is completely regarded as a tool of propaganda! "| = |" In this regard, Ling Tian didn't say anything, but the Tiandao sect had to lend the ancient place to Lord Lingtian, but he even torn his face to suppress Lingtian. " = | "This is forced to make Ling Tian's shot!" | = | After listening to the dragon and the pulse, all the monks are angry. Is it inexplicably being washed? | = | In a teahouse in Yuele City, the two monks sat opposite and discussed what happened in Yingyuezong last night.

"I heard that someone broke into the Shadow Moon Sect's treasury last night?"

"That thief was so bold that he dared to steal the Shadow Moon Sect's things. He was simply courting his own destruction..."

"That's right! I also heard that the thief almost succeeded!"

"Ah? Is it true? Are all the disciples and elders of the Shadow Moon Sect just sitting there doing nothing?"

"Who knows!"

"I don't know how the thief is doing now? Maybe he has been imprisoned in the Shadow Moon Sect dungeon."

...

In the depths of the Shadow Moon Sect's dungeon.

The Shadow Moon Sect's leader, Shi Anzhi, stared gloomily at Miao Baobao who was imprisoned there.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if hinting at an irresistible threat.

"Miao Baobao? The orphan of the Saint Thief Sect? The Sect Master didn't go looking for you, but you came to me on your own?" The Sect Master's voice was cold and majestic, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into theMiao Baobao's heart.

Miao Baobao was imprisoned in the dungeon, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding.

"Stop talking nonsense. Kill or chop me up, whatever you want!"

Shi Anzhi sneered, and the magic weapon in his hand emitted a cold light: "Kill you? This sect master can't bear it!"

"As long as you hand over the thief's Dao skills of the Dao Sheng Sect, perhaps this sect master can spare your life, otherwise, you will be worse off than dead!"

Miao Baobao laughed sarcastically: "Humph, you Shadow Moon Sect are really greedy. You want to get the Dao Sheng Sect's skills? Don't dream!"

Shi Anzhi's eyes became even colder: "Haha? Who gave you the courage, the Dao Sheng Sect that was destroyed by my Shadow Moon Sect?"

5.0

"You..." Miao Baobao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was determined to eat the person in front of him alive.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Shi Anzhi waved his hand.

The disciples of the Shadow Moon Sect behind him immediately stepped forward, holding torture instruments, ready to torture Miao Baobao cruelly.

Faced with this situation, Miao Baobao slowly closed his eyes, and his heart had already prepared.

"Even if I die, I will not hand over the skills of the Thief Saint Sect to you evildoers."

"Then let's see whether you are hard-mouthed or hard-boned!"

Shi Anzhi said cruelly.

Just then, a low roar came from the depths of the dungeon, and the face of the sect master instantly became solemn.

"What sound?" The sect master's voice was a little nervous.

Miao Baobao sneered: "The end of your Shadow Moon Sect has come.".