"Crack, Crack!"

There are more and more cracks on the transparent Qi's Linglong Heart, and white mist emerges from the cracks, and the Qi's Linglong Heart is slowly dissipating.

The white aerosol was even more scattered in all directions, and all the cultivators who were stained with the aerosol were shocked.

"My secret disease? Has the secret disease been cured?" Someone suddenly screamed.

"So, mine, can it be made up for it?"

"Don't dare to forget the kindness of the Yin family!"

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Suddenly, countless practitioners looked at the dissipated seven-orbital heart with gratitude.

"The ancestor of the family, although the Yin family has been destroyed, they are all proud of you! There is no regret in death!" Yin Hentian knelt down at the dissipated seven-orbital Linglong Heart, crying sadly.

Around him, countless people began to observe silently for Yin Zhicheng.

No one can stop the dissipation of the seven orifices of Linglong Heart. Even the saint sighed slightly at this moment.

The seven orifices Linglong heart became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into white mist and dissipated.

As it finally dissipated, a sigh of compassion suddenly came from the white mist.

"There is no hope of transcendence, I only wish that all the people in the world will be able to survive!"

His voice was hoarse, but it was filled with infinite hope. He was killed and destroyed. Yin Zhicheng never forgot all the people in the world.

For a moment, the eyes of many female cultivators with rich emotions turned red.

"Senior, don't worry, I will promote it for you and prove the innocence of the Yin family!" Many people said sadly.

Zuo Qing, who was standing beside him, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with gloomy and gloomy. The saint spoke, and now many people's emotions were mobilized. Although Zuo Qing was angry, he could only suppress it.

Yin Hentian stood up, took out a coffin, and slowly placed the unintentional Yin Zhicheng's body into the coffin.

Looking at Zuo Qing in the distance, Yin Hentian said to Yin Zhicheng's body in the coffin: "Don't worry, what I lost in the Yin family will definitely be brought back. The descendants are unfilial, so I can only take you with me for the time being. One day, I will definitely buried my ancestor back to my former ancestral tomb of the Yin family!"

"Hmph!" Zuo Qing snorted coldly not far away.

Zuo Qing returned to his community, and several powerful Zuo family members discussed with ugly faces: "Yin Hentian is not dead, my Zuo family will never be at peace!"

"Yes, most people will not pay attention to what happened millions of years ago. Who cares about who is right or wrong? At most, these people who are favored. As long as Yin Hentian dies, everything can be summed up in peace!"

"Yes, if Yin Hentian is not dead, he will definitely make trouble and cause trouble, and may even cause some ancient sects to re-examine the things that happened back then. However, if Yin Hentian dies, no one will pay attention to the things that happened in the past!"

"Yin Hentian must die!"

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The Yin family's strong men kept discussing in a low voice, their eyes showing firmness.

The saint looked at Yin Hentian and finally sighed slightly.

"Emperor Yan!" The saint looked at Yan Chuan.

"Hmm?" Yan Chuan looked at the saint.

The saint spoke, and the original discussion around him came to an abrupt end.

"Emperor Yan, Yin Zhicheng is indeed innocent, but what you did was indeed a little past several months ago!" the saint said in a deep voice.

Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Is it over? I don't know what the saint said?"

Guiguzi and Yin Hentian's face suddenly sank. However, Zuo Qing showed gloating not far away.

The saint pointed to the bronze coffin of the Burial Heaven that Yan Chuan had taken out before and said, "No matter what, the bronze coffin of the Burial Heaven that day had been put into the Heavenly Man Palace. This coffin already symbolizes the coffin of the Cangtian corpse. You shouldn't take it!"

Around the surroundings, countless cultivators raised their eyebrows, shouldn't they take it? Yin Hentian had proved earlier that this was not the Cangtian corpse coffin, but if the saint said it was, it would be difficult for everyone to refute it. After all, the saint said it was not, although it was not, since it was placed in the Tianren Palace, it symbolized the Cangtian corpse coffin.

"Yes, hand over the coffin of the sky!" Zuo Qing sneered on the side.

Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the saint.

From the beginning, Yan Chuan saw that something was wrong with the saint, as if he was deliberately favoring the Zuo family. If it weren't for the evidence of Yin Hentian just now, the cultivators around him were all looking forward to Yin Hentian, perhaps the saint wouldn't have proved Yin Zhicheng's innocence.

Now, but are targeting yourself again?

"Hahahahahaha, what a symbolic meaning. Could it be that just placing a corpse into the Heavenly Man Palace can represent the corpse of the sky?" Yan Chuan suddenly turned a deep face and confronted him back.

Saint? So what? Yan Chuan still has not compromised.

Turning into desolation, Yin Hentian's expression tightened and showed a look of worry.

Around the surroundings, countless cultivators looked at Yan Chuan unexpectedly. This man was crazy? Talking to the saint like this?

Guiguzi stood beside Yan Chuan, with a sense of firmness flashing in his eyes.

What about saints, so what about saints? In his first life, he followed the saint king in the vast world, and Guiguzi once became a saint! The will of the saint king will never be diverted because of others.

"The heaven cannot be desecrated. Emperor Yan, please respect yourself!" the saint said in a deep voice.

Zuo Qing showed an excited smile on the side. Zuo Qing understood that this was the saint who made up for the denial of himself just now.

"Those who value others are respectful. Saint, please don't worry about my affairs. Today I will celebrate your birthday. Please don't make everyone unhappy!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

The saint was about to say something, suddenly a voice broke out.

"Hahahahahahahaha, those who value others respect themselves, who say it well, transform into heaven, have you heard that? Those who value others respect themselves, not everyone can't see your thoughts. Zuo family? It was rumored that in the past, you were disdainful of the Zuo family, but you didn't expect that you are so hard for a Zuo family's personal grudge? You are the saint of the world, when did you become the saint of the Zuo family? Hahahaha!" A loud laughter came.

If Yan Chuan's previous words were to contradict the saint, then his voice now would be a slap in the face.

Who is so kind?

Almost everyone turned their heads and looked at them together.

But I saw that outside the Zuntian Palace Square, in a valley, there were a group of men in black robe standing, each carrying long swords.

"call!"

When a group of people lifted up their black robes, they immediately showed their faces, and there was a burst of sword energy between their eyebrows.

The leader was even more so, with two blue eyebrows, looking at them like two bronze swords, and the sword intent came to his face.

The man who made the sound was the leader. The man was wearing a green robe and a sense of fighting flashed in his eyes. He took a step and suddenly, stone swords pricked him from the earth around his feet.

"Boom!"

At this step, the stone sword stabbed from the man's feet to Zuntian Palace Square.

"who?"

"Who is this? What a powerful sword intent!"

"My sword trembled uncontrollably!"

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Suddenly, countless cultivators covered their swords with a look of surprise.

"Dugu Potian?" the saint said in a deep voice.

"The Dugu family in the southern suburbs? The head of the family?"

"The world's number one sword?"

"Dugu Potian?"

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Surrounded by surprise.

Dugu Potian had a cold face, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Yes, Hua Zuntian, I have been missing for many years. Compared to back then, you really disappointed me!"

"Disappointed? Haha, why did you come to my temple if you are disappointed?" the saint said in a deep voice.

"I came here to borrow your position as a saint, or your 'habit position' of heaven and earth!" Dugu Potian said arrogantly.

Around me, countless practitioners were silent for a moment. What is the position of a saint?

"Rareless!" The saint finally got angry.

"The saint is not that easy to be, especially the saints of the Zuo family. Hahahaha, Hua Zuntian, still remember the promise that day? No one can break his trust in me, Dugu Potian. All the people who break trust have become the dead souls under my sword. Saint? Humph!" Dugu Potian sneered.

While speaking, the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed.

"call out!"
To be continued...