"The inner disciples gather immediately!"

Not only the peak veins where they are located, but also in the Imperial Beast Sect, a similar notification sound sounded above all the peak veins - the entire sect gathered urgently!

"Come on."

The disciple in green shirt was still in a daze, but the senior brother had already grabbed him and rushed to the mountain stone avenue of the peak. The two walked hurriedly on the rope bridge, and suddenly saw several people descending from the main peak. The blue-shirted disciple glanced casually, stopped suddenly, and grabbed his senior brother: "Senior brother! Look! That...that...!"

"So what..." Senior brother turned his head impatiently.

When he turned his head, he immediately followed suit. saw two deacons of the Law Enforcement Hall with six or seven law enforcement disciples, escorting one person hurriedly towards the dungeon. The detained man was dressed in black attire, with long and thick eyebrows—he was the most popular among the younger disciples, Zeng Qing, Senior Brother Zeng!

"Brother Zeng?"

Not only the two of them, but all the disciples on the road who saw this scene exclaimed.

Ordinary sect disciples who make mistakes have always been reprimanded and educated by the precepts hall. Only those who have committed serious crimes in the sect will come forward by the law enforcement hall. But how is it possible? Everyone knows that as the number one swordsman in the Western Continent and the great disciple of Gu Qingshui, Zeng Qing has always been one of the most abide by the rules of the sect!

The only time they saw Senior Brother Zeng Qing violated the rules of the sect was when he flew with his sword in the sect a few days ago.

But that doesn't mean entering the law enforcement hall!

Several female cultivators who secretly admired Senior Brother Zengqing rushed forward and wanted to ask the deacon what was going on. Before they approached, the two deacons of the Law Enforcement Hall immediately showed the Sect Master's hand letter and scolded everyone for leaving.

"...Senior brother Zeng, Zeng Qing." A round-faced junior sister stubbornly stood in front of him.

The deacon's eyes turned cold, and he waved his sleeves to sweep her away.

Senior Brother Zeng Qing, who had been bowing his head, suddenly raised his head and grabbed the Deacon's wrist. When he raised his head, everyone was startled again, only to see Senior Brother Zeng Qing, who used to be calm and gentle in the past, was blushing at the moment, almost bleeding, his eyes were dark, and his aura was very violent—it was clearly a sign that he was about to go crazy.

"you!"

The deacon was surprised.

"roll!"

Zeng Qing raised his eyes, the broken hair on his forehead was blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. He squeezed words from the gap between his teeth, a cold light flashed on his hand, forcibly broke through the confinement of the spiritual chain, and a cold sword qi burst out, the sword qi swept past, the deacon screamed, clutching his broken wrist, it hurt so bad The whole face was contorted.

After a few swoops, the remaining deacon and six or seven other law enforcement disciples unsheathed their swords and surrounded him with extreme vigilance.

"Zeng Qing!" the deacon shouted sharply, "You disobeyed the teacher, didn't know the etiquette, violated the rules of the sect, and assassinated the sect master. The crime cannot be punished, and the sect has spared you not to die for the sake of your master's integrity and integrity in the past. I thought about it in the dungeon! You dare to kill your fellow sect, are you really crazy?! Do you really think that the sect will not deal with you?"

"Crazy?" Zeng Qing split his hands, and the lock Linglian wrapped around his wrist suddenly tensed, making a sour eardrum creaking sound, silver light beating, sinking deep into the flesh and rubbing blood. However, he seemed to have no pain at all, "Am I crazy? Hahaha, you actually said I was crazy!"

Zeng Qing laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha you actually said I was crazy!"

The deacon's eyelids twitched, the long sword swung horizontally, and he stabbed forward without hesitation.

chap chap.

Suo Linglian collided with the long sword, and Zeng Qing, who had a red mark between his eyebrows, turned his hands and roared. The deacon only felt a huge force coming from the sword, hitting his chest heavily, he couldn't help shouting, let go and fell back. In an instant, the long sword entered Zeng Qing's hand, the sword light was reversed, a series of swords colliding sounded, and the law enforcement disciples staggered back one after another.

Exclamations rang out.

No one had ever seen Senior Brother Zeng Qing look so mad, everyone was stunned for a while, not knowing what had happened, and even a few female cultivators who admired him had expressions of fear on their faces.

"Magnanimous?" Zeng Qing held the sword in both hands, and turned his body to chop down the deacon who was struggling to get up with a broken wrist, "Damn magnanimity! How much has my master done for the sect for more than a thousand years? How many times has he sacrificed his life? Forget about death, and treat him as an abandoned child in the end! You guys have the face to mention my master!"

He was full of hatred, full of indignation, full of anger, and under the rage and madness, his sword was dripping with killing intent, and he did not leave his hand at all.

Seeing that blood was about to splash, a cold shout came from the gray and white male hall on the top of the main peak.

"presumptuous!"

The sword tip hovered in mid-air, and the broken wrist deacon, who almost fell to the ground, rolled and crawled away from Zeng Qing's sword, terrified. The wrists in black attire trembled violently, Zeng Qing's face suddenly turned pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. The invisible pressure fell on him, heavy enough to crush people.

chap chap.

Cracks appeared in the ground.

"Kneel down."

The voice sounded again, scolding indifferently.

With a muffled sound, the long sword fell to the ground, Zeng Qing's knee hit the ground heavily, and the sound of bone cracking could be vaguely heard.

"Zeng Qing," the voice came from the main peak, "How could Zongmen bear to see your master die? You are his eldest disciple, you should know your master's character better than others. Elder Gu sacrificed himself as a Zongmen to go to the ancient sea for the sake of Righteousness is a song and tears. Since you are under his mantle, you must not disgrace his reputation."

……illustrious name?

Sweat drips into eyes, stinging, jerky.

Zeng Qing's ten fingers grabbed deeply into the ground, the heavy pressure was on his shoulders, his spiritual energy was as heavy as a mud bull, and his bones were about to crack. Not to mention the sound of exhalation, even breathing is difficult.

"...Think about it, don't disappoint your master's teaching."

The voice sighed faintly, and it seemed to become calmer, mixed with a bit of pity and pity.