In the Tian Alliance Realm, several second-level members knelt down. Each of them was placed outside, and they were strong men who were enough to shake one side, but now they were trembling like ants. One of them was anxiously reporting to the dark shadows in the sky: "Sir, all the five monsters of Pan Yang have been destroyed."

"Give it." The black shadow waved, and a bead next to the man flew over and fell into the black shadow's hand.

The bead flashed, and light was emitted under the urging of the black shadow's spiritual power, forming a colorful illusion projection. The projection was the scene when Ling Xi killed the five monsters of Pan Yang.

Ling Xi approached the panicked five monsters of Pan Yang like a god of killing, and each one cut off all five people.

"Waste." I wonder if the black shadow was scolding the five monsters of Pan Yang or the people below.

"We have tried our best, sir. I really can't study the Tian Ni martial arts. The way the leader of the alliance to eradicate the sequelae for us has no effect at all. It's really not our fault." These people explained angrily.

"It's better..." The black shadow pondered: "I'll teach you a good idea."

A red book was thrown in front of these people. Their faces turned pale and they looked panicked.

"You will also practice Tian Ni together. If you still can't find a way in the past few years, you can be buried with those experimental subjects."

In the deep prison of Kunyuan School, Chen Yi lived alone in a comfortable room. The four walls of the room were cast from special spirit stones and were completely isolated from the outside world. The wall on one side even had a window open to reveal the woods outside the window.

He held a book of martial arts in his hand and muttered something in his mouth, which was obviously remembering the tricks in the book.

There was a knock on the door outside the room, and then Ji Liang pushed the door and walked in, saying with a smile: "Brother, you're going to be fine these days."

"How are the spies outside?" Chen Yi put down the book and frowned and said, "Is these spies so hard that they don't have any resistance?"

"It's not the time to do it now. Brother, please wait a few more days. After I destroy them in a few days, I will immediately pick you up and explain the reason."

"Then you go out and do your business, I'll take a break." Chen Yi waved and closed the window with his soul, and walked slowly towards the bed. Ji Liang bowed respectfully, stepped out and closed the door.

The old man with white hair was waiting outside the door. When he saw Ji Liang coming out, he hurriedly asked anxiously: "How? Can we do it?"

"It's not the time yet." Ji Liang shook his head and asked coldly: "Have you made up the list of the elders who spoke for Chen Yi at that time?"

"A group of old pedantic people is not afraid of it." The white-haired old man took out a piece of spiritual paper and handed it to Ji Liang.

Ji Liang swept over the names of those people and sighed: "These people are all obstacles to my becoming the head of the sect."

"Why are you in a hurry to kill these people and seize power now? If the head of the sect comes back..."

"You really believe what my uncle said. Will Ling Xiao come back alive?" Ji Liang snorted coldly, remembering the past.

When I was a child, Ji Liang would always see Ling Xiaojing carefully take out a hidden poem. The signature of this poem was Qing Mingyue.

The heart reflects the sunset and the moon is filled with flowers and leaves. The next life is restored.

Ji Liang didn't know who this person was, but when he asked about his sister, he always felt silence. As Ji Liang grew older, he probably had guessed that Qing Mingyue was another woman of Ling Xiaozheng.

From this, he began to resent Ling Xiaojie. Ling Xiaojie and his sister have been married for a hundred years, but they have never touched her because of this woman.

His sister was not talented enough, and when her age reached the end, Ling Xiaozhu deliberately avoided it, and her sister was unwilling to see her again when she died.

"My sister, she chose the wrong person." Ji Liang said to himself, clenching his hands tightly.

"Now is not the time for you to think about this. You can kill all the elders who support Chen Yi while eliminating spies. If Chen Yi finds out, he will start, no one in our Kunyuan Sect is his opponent."

"Isn't there another person?" Ji Liang sneered: "Helian Ruoyu is still here."

Late at night, in the Kunyuan Sect's cabinet elders' area, more than a dozen elders gathered in a room to discuss secretly: "Why did Ji Liang suddenly catch Chen Yi? He is the close disciple of the head of the sect, and he will never betray the Kunyuan Sect."

"Ke Chenyi himself already spoke up before he recognized him. What else do you want?"

"I think this is strange, it's definitely not as simple as we thought. Why don't we go to prison to meet Chen Yi together."

"See Chenyi? Impossible! I wanted to visit him the day he was arrested. Unexpectedly, Ji Liang's people were already in prison and no one was allowed to approach. Chenyi was not seen at all."

While the dozen elders were discussing fiercely, a pile of red beads suddenly threw in from the window. A faint mist sprayed out of the beads, instantly filling the entire room.

The elders stood up in panic, feeling their hands and feet weak, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was exhausted, so they could not exert their strength. The red mist seemed to have life, penetrated into their bodies and melted the spiritual energy.

"What's going on!?"

"I don't have spiritual energy in my body!"

Several elders shouted, and saw a large group of men in black entering the window outside the door, each of which was a broken mirror, with a fierce aura, surrounding these elders.

"Who are you?" the elders gathered together and asked the men in black in panic.

"Do it." The man in black shouted on his own regardless of the elders' words.

A layer of blood was suddenly covered with the window, and then the candle was extinguished, and the house fell into darkness. After a few silence, a ball of fire suddenly exploded from the house, lifting the house, forming a fiery red mushroom cloud, dyeing the sky red.

Everyone else was awakened and shouted and ran toward him: "It's on fire! It's on fire! It's on fire."

A pillar of water that was surrounded by several people fell from the sky, extinguishing the surging fire in an instant, and a burst of choking white smoke emerged. Everyone looked up at the sky. Ji Liang stood in the air expressionlessly, slowly landing in front of the ruins. Everyone was silent and staring at the burned house in a daze.

Ji Liang swept his soul, his eyes flashed, and he looked thoughtful.

I don’t know who said something in the crowd: “Several elders are still inside.” Ji Liang’s eyelids twitched, and he turned around and asked in a rage: “What?! Which elder is still inside.”

"Ten, more than a dozen elders are all inside." The man responded weakly.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Ji Liang staggered and took two steps back. If it weren't for someone else's support, he would have been sitting on the ground.

"A dozen elders, all..." Ji Liang said with his eyes red and he clenched his hands tightly.

"The entire house was burned completely by the explosion talisman, and we couldn't find any trace." One person stepped on the ruins of the ashes and carefully investigated.

"It must be the spies of the Tianmeng League! Only they can do this!" Ji Liang pushed away the person who was helping him, held up a black soil with trembling hands, and shouted hysterically to the sky: "Tianmeng! You damn bastards! I swear to you! Today, more than a dozen elders of my Kunyuan Sect, Zhe Yu, will be here. In the future, I will have to return it a hundred times!"

Behind Ji Liang, many disciples were disciples of these elders, and they were all heartbroken. After hearing Ji Liang's words, they all agreed: "Mr. Ji Liang is right! Our master cannot die in vain! We want to take revenge!"

Ji Liang turned his head, his eyes turned red, and he took out a piece of white paper from his arms, full of names.

"I've found out that this group of people is the spies who are mixed with my Hunyuan Sect." Ji Liang said that, and told him, "Where is Elder Yuan Chi?!"

"Here!" The white-haired elder took a step forward and said angrily: "Brother Ji Liang, please give me the order! We are all waiting!"

"I'm going to ask you to lead my disciples of Kunyuan Sect to eliminate all spies! No one left! Avenge your revenge for more than a dozen elders of my Kunyuan Sect!"

"Yes!" Yuan Chi said to everyone: "Dear elders! Disciples, listen to my orders! Kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of killing was shaking, causing a shocking sound. All the disciples raised their weapons over their heads, their eyes full of out-of-control murderous intent.

Ji Liang turned back and looked at the house that had turned into ashes, his eyes instantly as cold and fierce as a jackal, but no one could see it.

That night, the Kunyuan Sect space world ignited a raging fire in Ji Liang's eyes. The flames ignited by him helped him get rid of all the aliens who were hindering him and helped him ascend to the throne.

"Hahaha! Brother! You still can't beat me!" Ji Liang laughed a few times, and his eyes reached the location of his sister's grave. His smile gradually faded. Then he whispered: "Ling Xiao, you are dead, and I just want me to send you the things."

A piece of yellowed old paper appeared in his hand. This old paper seemed to have been around for hundreds of years. Even if it was well preserved, it was almost as if it had turned into ash.

The beautiful fonts on it are still there, but because the ink evaporates, it becomes scattered and vague.

Ji Liang didn't care what was written on it. In his opinion, nothing was more important than his sister, and that was his only relative.

"Sister, I understand what you don't want to say even if you die. But I'm unwilling to give up on you. Why do you have to spend your whole life on him and die, he doesn't even see you." Ji Liang shook his head, a fire popped up in his palm, completely swallowing up the notes, burning Ling Xiaozheng's memories a hundred years ago without leaving any left.

Under the moonlight, Chen Yi studied hard in his martial arts and did not dare to waste any time. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest and couldn't breathe. He quickly lifted his arm, and the Tianni pattern on his left arm began to attack again, spreading deeper into his body, and heart-wrenching pain came out.

Chen Yi frowned and took out a crystal box, which contained a light yellow spiritual herb. This spiritual herb was the longevity grass. Chen Yi swallowed the longevity grass in one mouthful, and his pale face improved a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the Tianni pattern that was increasingly ferocious and coiled on his arms, with a solemn expression.

I don’t know how long this pattern will accompany him, but the sequelae will take place faster and faster.

"There's no time..." Chen Yi said on his own, pressing the heart of his chest.
Chapter completed!