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Just like him, as the person leading the team like a secret realm, he will be the first to be accused and suspected.

Without Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, he would have been besieged to death.

"Why?" Luo Jingxuan looked at the sect master, his eyes were red, he couldn't find the voice for a while, and then he asked after a while, "Why?! Look at him, look at him carefully, this is Hanchi, If you want something, the disciple will take it for you, why is it Han Chi? He is your closest relative in this world."

Bai Hanchi once thought that he, like the blood relatives of the other elders in the sect, had a father who still loved him: "I really want to know, in my father's eyes, can I even compare to a secret realm? Father, I am by your side. When you are seventeen years old, there are more than seventeen years, in your three thousand years of life, it is so insignificant?"

The book of words in the world says that if a person's heart aches, it will be like a broken heart, and it will make people miserable.

Bai Hanchi has tasted the pain of a broken bone inserted into his lungs, but it is far from being compared with such torture!

The Sect Master's eyes fell on Bai Hanchi's bloody hands. On the one hand, he felt that he should be indifferent, on the other hand, he seemed to be stinged by the wound.

Sure enough, it is not enough to cut off love and desire, and even be disturbed by this vulgar love.

The sect master slowly pressed his chest: "The cultivator competes with heaven and earth for luck all his life. All emotions and six desires are outside the body. Only cultivation is the most important. will be eliminated by heaven and earth.”

"But Han Chi is your child, Master, are you cultivating forgetfulness or ruthlessness?" Luo Jingxuan slowly closed his eyes, he only felt that his heart kept collapsing, "Disciple has never seen it clearly for so many years. After you... why is it Han Chi, can't I? I'm just an out-of-body cultivator, and it's not a pity to die for the master."

Elder Baozhu quickly comforted him: "Jing Xuan must not be rude! The sect master is also for your own good! What is the tenth level of the supernatural magic method, have you forgotten?!"

Bai Hanchi's heart was shocked: The wonderful method of the Supreme Purity? What does this have to do with the Supernatural Law?

Luo Jingxuan's eyes were bloodshot: "For me?! If the person who is too forgetful to repair is cold-blooded and ruthless, why should I repair it?!"

He thought it was extremely absurd: "No wonder it must be Han Chi, no wonder it's not me. You think Han Chi is a stumbling block that hinders my cultivation... Hahahaha, so it's because of me! Master, disciples practice, not for the purpose of ascending to immortality. ."

He practiced desperately, going back and forth between life and death in thousands of secret realms, in order to protect Hanchi and Yuanqingzong.

Bai Hanchi was stunned: Yes, he even forgot. When he was young, his father often mentioned that he was too forgetful. No wonder it must be him, not because Yuan Qingzong lacked a Yuan Ying cultivator, but because he hindered his brother's cultivation path.

Bai Hanchi originally wanted to delay time so that his father would not do anything to Xie Yun, but he didn't expect to get a more chilling answer.

He felt that his hands and feet were freezing, and his tongue was so bitter that he couldn't even continue to write down.

Xie Yun put one hand on Bai Hanchi's shoulder.

Bai Hanchi was shocked, by the way, he didn't want to hear the answer from his father, he wanted to give Xie Yun and the others enough time!

Luo Jingxuan was disheartened, and a crazy thought occurred in his heart - why didn't he die?

That's right, as long as he dies, Yuan Qingzong will have to turn to cultivating Hanchi!

Luo Jingxuan lowered his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly began to flow backwards!

The suzerain closest to him immediately sealed his spiritual power: "Damn! Do you want to die?"

Elder Baozhu said coldly: "Do you think that if you die, Zongnei will turn to Hanchi?

Luo Jingxuan stared at Bai Hanchi's sleeves.

"Luo Jingxuan, you were brought back by the sect master, the child raised by Yuan Qingzong, everything you have today is given by Yuan Qingzong, you didn't repay Yuan Qingzong, you will let Yuan Qingzong just rely on your own spirit. Zong's hard work over the past few decades has been ruined, are you worthy of Yuan Qingzong?"

Elder Baozhu and even Luo Jingxuan's indifference to the upright character under the appearance, changed his tone, and said softly: "Now that Hanchi is still alive, Yuan Qingzong will accept him again. For your sake, in the future, he will be an elder of the outer door, and everything will be fine. back to those days."

Bai Hanchi suddenly raised his head: "You don't have to give me any alms! I have received the grace of my parents, and now that the secret realm is wide open, I will be cut off from Yuanqing Zong's kindness!"

Elder Baozhu frowned slightly: "Don't be self-willed! Do you want to be the enemy of the entire Yuanqing Sect? Weigh and measure whether you have this ability!"

At this time, Ying Baiye put away the spirit stone that had been evacuated, and gently shook Xie Yun: Okay.

Xie Yun suddenly picked up Bai Hanchi, he had been accumulating energy, and at this moment the ten directions under his feet were turned around, flying ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

Some elders who responded very quickly tried to stop him. Luo Jingxuan forcibly broke through the spiritual blockade and stopped several elders with a sword.

Luo Jingxuan had blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was as cold as jade, and said coldly: "The elders might as well kill me together, but I'm afraid that Yuan Qingzong will not be able to find a practitioner of the Supreme Purity Magic Method for hundreds of years."

Ying Baiye glanced at Luo Jingxuan one more time. He didn't expect this person to be so affectionate and righteous. He pulled Luo Jingxuan and threw him away.

Xie Yun had already distanced himself from the Yuanqing Sect people. He held Bai Hanchi's collar in one hand and smiled at the Sect Master: "If you don't care about him, then I'll take him away!"

The sect master said coldly: "Can you run away?!"

Xie Yun threw out the white jade sword, and the moment the hilt left his hand, he injected a burst of spiritual power and sword intent into it: "Whether I am capable, the sect master will know after a try!"

The carving of the white jade sword was extremely poor, and the blade was not opened. Xie Yun didn't seem to use much force. The white jade sword shot continuously, but suddenly disappeared in the middle of it.

Where the white jade sword pointed, there was only a piece of sword intent left.

The minds of the twelve elders of Yuan Qingzong went blank. In their ears, they could only hear ten thousand ghosts crying together, and in their eyes, they could only see the decay of thousands of reds. They were as enthusiastic as the sun was sinking into the sky, and the flames burned to the end. The light breaks through the residual heat, and the sound of breaking through the air is like a phoenix losing its phoenix, and the wailing is crying blood.