no signs of spirituality

The story of Xie Lingzheng, the eldest disciple of the Immortal of Yingtai Mountain, befriending treacherous craftsmen and being attached to evil ways spread throughout the heavens overnight. This legendary peach blossom swordsman has since fallen into the sea of ​​clouds.

Xie Lingzheng knelt at the bottom of the main hall of Yingtai Mountain. Hundreds of immortals came and went, all of them were the number one immortal leader in the heavenly world, and everyone in this hall was waiting for the legendary Yingtai immortal Lord Xiao Wuyin.

Xie Lingzheng was also waiting. He knelt on the ground, his gaze fell steadily in front of him, his figure was straight, and his gaze was like a torch.

About half an hour later, there was an uproar in the hall, and it quickly returned to silence. Outside the hall, the clouds gathered and scattered, and for a while, cold smoke and frost filled the room, and the air froze a little. Xiao Wuyin stood upright like a sword out of its sheath. Fang appeared in front of the hall.

The group of immortals dispersed, Xiao Wuyin strode forward without looking sideways, he was dressed in clouds and snow clothes, his eyebrows were frosty, and the red spot on his forehead was about to bleed.

It is rumored that the Immortal of Yingtai has no dust under his eyes. He once smashed the sky with a snow-slashing sword at his waist, and chopped off all the demons from the clouds of the nine heavens to the hell under the mud. There are countless dead souls under the sword. Xue's face finally condensed between the eyebrows, turning into a smear of cinnabar blood.

Those with insufficient cultivation dare not look directly at his cinnabar mole, because the evil spirit is too strong to steal people's souls, but these people do not include his big disciple who is kneeling in the hall. Xie Lingzheng raised his head and looked at his master intently. eyes, this is disrespectful in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Xiao Wuyin, it is an extremely ordinary look.

"You plead guilty?" Xianjun opened his lips coldly, his voice was clear, and he didn't even want to say a word, his eyes swept over Xie Lingzheng's head coldly.

This is the look he used to look at evil spirits, if it was not Xie Lingzheng who was kneeling in front of him, but any other person, he would have lost his soul under the Sword of Snow.

Xie Lingzheng said softly, "It's irrefutable."

Xiao Wuyin nodded and said, "Okay."

Many people in the hall held their breaths, marveling at Xiao Wuyin's calmness. If it was an ordinary person, it would be regrettable and resentful for his lover to be so unworthy, but Xiao Wuyin just looked like a bug crawling in front of him, and his eyes were blank.

Only Xie Lingzheng knew that this was a sign of his master's wrath.

Xiao Wuyin's expression of happiness and anger was invisible, and the serious intention of killing also covered up many emotions, but before he was about to draw his sword, he always had such a calm expression on his face, but there was no shadow of a person in his eyes.

"Master, I—" Xie Lingzheng moved his lips slightly.

"You don't need to say too much." Xiao Wuyin said.

Hearing a "clang", the Shuang Leng long sword came out of its sheath in response, and a snow line was drawn in the air. In just a moment, the snow line became a bloodstain. Xie Lingzheng's kneeling straight figure trembled violently, He fell to the ground, convulsed his hands and feet, and curled up into a ball.

His body trembled slightly due to broken tendons, and the bone-piercing pain made him fall unseemly. He curled up, his five fingers soaked in a pool of blood twitching uncontrollably.

Leng Fengxue blade sliced ​​through the tendons of his right hand, and stretched down, completely crippling his right foot.

Since then, Xie Lingzheng has become a useless person, and the sword of chopping snow will slash his soul, and this scar will attach to his soul. Even if he lives and dies, he will become a useless person forever.

Xiao Wuyin retracted his sword with lowered eyes, but he did not put it back into its sheath. He slowly walked half a circle in the main hall, flicking his silver sleeves, and with a clang, he swung out his second sword, and lightly struck the bronze plaque engraved with "Xie Lingzheng" on the wall. It was shattered, this sword had the intention of severing the Tianhe, smashing the sky and killing demons that day, the coiling dragon pillar that stood upright under the hall actually showed cracks, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and sawdust flew across.

Only then did the immortals in the hall understand that Immortal Yingtai was really angry this time, and the half-dead man in the hall has nothing to do with Yingtai Mountain, Xiao Wuyin will not stop him if he wants to kill or beat him.

Xiao Wuyin shook off the blood on the blade, did not stay for a moment longer, and hurried away as if he had come.There was no sound in the hall, after a while, only a Wuxian coughed lightly, pointed to the "object" lying on the ground in front of the hall, and said coldly: "Put it back to the dungeon, and wait for it to be dealt with."

Two soldiers set up Xie Lingzheng, one left and one right, and saw that the well-known Peach Blossom Swordsman in the past was as dead as a dead thing at this moment, the two deep bone scars on his right hand and right foot were still icy cold.

This person is useless.Everyone in the hall thought.

The most amazing and talented disciple of Yingtai Mountain, at the age of 16, he was outstanding in swordsmanship, and he was cast into a fairy bone before he could reach the weak crown. At 21, he traveled the mountains and rivers to eliminate rape and punish evil, and at 25, the peach blossom swordsman Xie Lingzheng, who was known as Xiaoyaojian in exchange for Changfeng, has died cleanly since then , all limbs are disabled, the reputation is over, and the sword intent is gone.

Wasted completely.