Chapter 39 Heavenly Venerable Forgive Your Life

"Huh! Huh!"

One after another, colorful lights roared through the sky, and a group of monks drove the lights toward Dongshan.

"Ah? Master, look, how did the brothers start their hands?"

In the midst of the light, a young girl suddenly pointed to the aura that was roaring through the sky on the East Mountain, and said to an old man beside her in surprise.

"Of course I will."

The old man smiled nonchalantly, "A wild cultivator who doesn't know where he came from, dares to snatch resources from our Yanxia Cave, isn't this courting death?"

Having said this, the old man turned his head to look at the girl beside him, "Lin Jia, you have to remember. The world of practitioners is based on strength. A big fist is the last word. Therefore, if you should make a move, you should make a move, there is no reason to say it. of."

"Yes!"

Lin Jia bowed to be taught.

"when……"

At this moment, a melodious bell rang suddenly on Dongshan Mountain.

The bells rang together, and the world shook.

Invisible ripples swept out, and the cultivators who had done it before were instantly shattered by the sound waves.

"Ah! Damn it!"

"Thieve, what a gutsy dog!"

"How dare you do it? You dare to kill me from Yanxia Dongtian? Thief, I'm going to blow your bones to ashes."

A group of cultivators in the elusive light immediately became furious when they saw that their former disciples had died in front of their eyes.

The escaping light under his feet was even more urgent, and a weapon with a flash of aura appeared in his hand. The monks charged towards Dongshan with murderous aura.

"Have you seen it? Strength is the capital for a monk to travel the world, but a sect is the foundation of a monk."

Even at this time, the old man has not forgotten to teach Lin Jia.

"Just now this cultivator killed five of us in Yanxia Dongtian with one blow. It can be said that his strength is extraordinary. But he is so weak, how can he compete with my strength? In the end, there is still only one dead end."

"Lin Jia, you have to remember that the sect is the foundation of the monks. With the sect as your backing, you can go further."

"Yes."

The girl Lin Jia once again bowed to be taught.

In a moment, a group of monks rushed to Dongshan.

Seeing the fluttering figure in white standing on the top of the mountain, the monks swung their weapons and killed them without saying a word.

"Thief, you steal the source mine of my Yanxia Dongtian, and you dare to kill my Yanxia Dongtian people. You are really brave. Give me death!"

The first black-faced old man roared, waving his hand and smashing a big seal of the haze. The Great Seal flashed and took the shape of a huge mountain, smashing down overwhelmingly.

At the same time, other monks also cut out the weapons in their hands.

For a while, on the top of the entire Dongshan Mountain, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the spiritual light was soaring to the sky. A weapon with a flash of aura ripped apart the sky and slammed down.

"See? This is the power of the sect."

The old man nodded with a smile, "In front of a powerful sect, one's strength is simply insignificant."

The old man said, turning his head to look at Lin Jia.

What surprised him was that what he saw on Lin Jia's face was not admiration for the strength of the sect, nor the pride of the sect, but... panic! It seems to be a panic like a catastrophe!

Lin Jia's face was pale, and he pointed at the top of Dongshan Mountain, trembling all over. His mouth trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he stammered and couldn't say it.

"what happened?"

The old man was taken aback and asked Lin Jia in surprise.

"what……"

Lin Jia suddenly exclaimed, "It's him! It's him! It's him! Don't fight! Don't fight! It's over, it's dead! It's dead!"

"Lin Jia!"

Seeing Lin Jia's frightened appearance, the old man couldn't help but feel a little anger in his heart, and shouted at Lin Jia.

Originally, the old man still attached great importance to Lin Jia.

Seeing Lin Jia's performance at this moment, the old man was greatly disappointed. With such a little battle, there is not even a little danger, how can you be so frightened? It's really unbearable.

Among the few immortal seedlings brought back from the edge of the ancient forbidden land, this girl named Lin Jia is particularly outstanding. As the elder of Yanxia Dongtian, the old man personally accepted her as his apprentice.

Careful teaching along the way, the old man just wanted her to stand out and become a lintel, but I didn't expect her to be so timid, which is really disappointing.

"Lin Jia! What's the matter with you!"

The old man was furious and reprimanded Lin Jia with a straight face.

"Ah? Master?"

Lin Jia was shocked and seemed to wake up. He quickly grabbed the old man's sleeve and shouted in a panic, "Master, we are not dead yet? Great. Great. Master, let's run away! Run away!"

"Bastard!"

The old man was trembling with anger, and shouted angrily at Lin Jia, "Can this battle frighten you like this? You are so disappointing to me."

"Battle? What kind of battle is there? Master, look back!"

Lin Jia trembled for a while, and pointed at the top of Dongshan Mountain, "Master, it's him! It's him! Look back!"

"Um?"

The old man suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the top of Dongshan Mountain.

"what……"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the old man shuddered and couldn't help screaming.

He already understood what Lin Jia meant by "there is no battle".

There is really no fight.

The figure in white on the top of the mountain didn't move at all.

The big seal like a mountain smashed down, and with a "pop", the big seal turned into flying ash and disappeared.

The gleaming sharp sword slashed down at the head, with the same sound of "pop", the sword turned into blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.

A group of monks in Yanxia Dongtian used their milk-feeding strength to keep attacking the figure on the top of the mountain. All kinds of weapons, all kinds of secret treasures, all kinds of spells fell like raindrops.

However……

Before it landed on the figure in white, it was shattered by an invisible wave and turned into powder.

What kind of battle is this! It doesn't even count as tickling people!

"What kind of cultivation is this! Who is this person?"

The old man shuddered, suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Jia, "Do you know that person? Who is he? Who is that person?"

"It's him! Master, don't you forget? That's too high... oh no, that's the Taoist Heavenly Venerate!"

Lin Jia shivered and said to the old man.

"Heaven... Heavenly Venerate?"

The old man's face turned pale, and he hurriedly looked at the figure in white on the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but wailed, "It's really Tianzun!"

"Forgive your life! Heavenly Venerate forgive your life! Stop fighting! Stop it!"

The old man screamed in horror, but...it was too late.

"when……"

A melodious bell rang.

The waves that shatter everything swept through the fields.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound wave swept through, and all the cultivators who shot at Li Yu were shocked, and instantly turned into a pile of powder, which was raised and scattered in the wind.

"Heavenly Venerable... Forgive me!"

Only the old man's shrill cries echoed in the air.

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