Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

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After hearing this explanation, everyone immediately thought of the abnormalities that had occurred.

It was like being hit on the head with a hammer, and everything now made sense!

After they suddenly realized what was going on, they exclaimed, "I'm amazing! It turns out that they followed Zhu Jiu to see ghosts on the first day! !

What a vicious plan, what a terrifying Feng Qingcheng!

After calming down, they all looked at the two parties involved. Chi Li had no good feelings towards the Jia Lan people, so he was only shocked by the truth and felt sad when he saw his sister committing suicide again.

The meaning of wind stopping is much more complicated.

The truth was known, but for Feng Zhiyi, the pain he felt increased instead of decreased.

The respectful look that many people had before disappeared, and they looked at him sharply, with some complaints in their hearts.

Feng Zhiyi thought that he had everything under control, that he was a righteous swordsman who was dedicated to killing evil and was respected and loved by everyone, but what was the result?

Evil cultivators rely on plundering to improve their cultivation, aren't you even more cruel?

Aren't you committed to destroying evil? Then wouldn't you be the first one to be destroyed?

The greatest evil is the intention to stop the wind!

At this moment, Feng Zhiyi, who was facing everything nakedly, was like a puppet whose thoughts were taken away. He was filled with astonishment, disbelief, pain, self-hatred... all entangled and intertwined.

So the father he had always respected was not actually called Feng Qingjue, but Feng Qingcheng. The Jialan people were not killed by Zhu Jiu, but because of Feng Qingcheng's selfish desires.

Feng Zhiyi felt dizzy. The originally handsome and heroic face finally had the word "bitter" lingering on it, deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.

He was in so much pain that he staggered with the umbrella in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and blank, his Liuli sword heart was shaking, and even his realm was fluctuating violently, with signs of falling.

Sad and decadent.

The karma umbrella can block the gentle sunlight, but it cannot block the piercing gaze.

Everyone sighed in their hearts that the sword immortal who hated evil had achieved his cultivation in such an unrighteous way. They suddenly remembered that Feng Zhiyi's sword embryo was snatched away by the Evil Emperor?

He has always been famous for his Glazed Sword Heart!

Damn it, there is a sword embryo in front and a sword heart behind. If you don’t know, you would think these two things are cabbages.

You are born with things that others need to slowly condense. Why?

Xi Lingyi cleverly seized the opportunity to suppress Jueya.

She looked at the suffering Feng Zhiyi as if he were a heretic and sneered, "Although the Sword Immortal didn't know about it back then, Jialan died because of his father's selfishness. It's only natural that the son should pay for his father's debt."

"Let's put it this way. It's true that the Sword Immortal has spent five hundred years exorcising evil, but it's also true that he himself is deeply sinful!"

"Based on this alone, the title of Sword Immortal should be stripped, and half of his cultivation should be abandoned to comfort the souls of the Jialan people who were like fathers and mothers to him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes flickered, conscience and jealousy collided with each other repeatedly, and finally most people remained silent, while a small number of people agreed.

Feng Zhiyi has always been a popular figure since he was a child. For the first time in his life, he was cursed by millions of people and surrounded by sarcastic and hateful looks.

Before that, they praised him, admired him and looked up to him for his contributions.

People's words and eyes have infinite power.

Feng Zhiyi's heart, already broken by the truth, was once again immersed in the cold salt water pool.

He raised his eyelashes which were covered with frost, and looked at the empty sky just like Zhu Jiu looked at the sky before his death a hundred years ago.

Feng Zhiyi thought numbly that during those five hundred years, Zhu Jiu must have been living with these abominations every day.

And he finally reaped the consequences of his own actions.

When the wind stopped, he felt extremely sad and his body became more and more shaky.

Yi Chi sighed in his heart, took a step forward and supported him from behind the waist, and stood together with Feng Zhiyi under the umbrella named Ye Yao.

The other Jueya brothers who had been at loggerheads with each other before now had gloomy expressions on their faces.