Master of Great Calamity

Fang Yuan, don't feel aggrieved. The Immortal Sect treats you well. You can see that it is true that the Immortal Sect wants to train you. It is also true that the sect wants to accept you as a registered disciple. It is even more true that it wants to send you to Yunfu Palace to build a foundation. This is a blessing that many people can't get after ten lifetimes of cultivation! But you are unlucky. It's not good to kill anyone. You killed the precious son of the Southern Wilderness Demon King. Can you resist it? So, instead of the whole sect accompanying you to die, why don't you take the blame for everyone, and we disciples of the Qingyang sect will miss you afterward!

Qingyang Sect, under the Black Rock Peak, in the dungeon.

Several old deacons sighed softly, Fang Yuan said something, held a jade slip in their hands, and handed it to Fang Yuan: Once this incident happens, no one will be able to save you, even the Xianmeng, it is impossible to prevent the Southern Wilderness Demon King from avenging his own son, not to mention that you are not qualified to let the Xianmeng speak for you in person, so you should accept this fate. Just write it down...

But listening to these people's earnest persuasion, Fang Yuan just looked at them calmly, his eyes turned cold.

He was sitting cross-legged behind the fence, the ropes on his body were still not untied, his face was expressionless, not even angry.

He was extremely disappointed in this matter.

When he was in the main hall, he still had endless anger, but at that time the suzerain suppressed him with an aura and prevented him from speaking. When he was in the dark prison that was usually used to imprison demons, he also became discouraged, and he simply didn't want to say anything!

Looking at those old deacons who usually have a peaceful attitude, but now they look a little sinister, he was just thinking...

...What is going on with all this?

Did the true biography of the Yinshan sect come for him?

Maybe I had indeed beheaded the son of the Demon King of the Southern Wilderness back then. The silver-skinned monkey had indeed yelled something like Southern Wilderness before it died, but I hadn't listened carefully at the time, and I wouldn't have listened carefully, because the monkey's strength was not weak.

If he did it again, he would still kill him!

If we talk about cause and effect, then it is the cause, but what I get now is the effect?

In his mind, the Immortal Gate used to be a high and unshakable existence like a majestic mountain, but now, he has truly seen the essence of the Immortal Gate...or he has known this essence for a long time, but he has been enjoying some positive benefits in the Immortal Gate through his own efforts, but now, he has seen the dark side!

He already knew that Xianmen was like this, but he was still disappointed...

Xianmen has decided to sacrifice him, so no one can save him...

Now that things have come to this, what can he do?

In his heart, he even faintly remembered what the clay puppet who crossed the catastrophe once said to him in his big dream in the Devil's Breath Lake. The clay puppet said that his luck was shallow, and that he could have a little luck today. Such luck?

But why...

Who decides luck?

Why should I have done my best, but why can't I keep going?

Could it be that in the dark, there is really some power that determines one's own destiny?

When he was thinking like this in his heart, he suddenly remembered another thing, who gave him the note back then?

The arrival of the true biography of the Yinshan Sect was obviously beyond anyone's expectations. Even the suzerain and the elders were caught off guard, but who was the person who wrote the note to him at that time?

He reminded himself to run away, is it because he foresaw this incident, so he reminded himself to avoid disaster?

I don't know when the note was given to him, but it's a pity that he was using the technique of Tianyan at that time, deliberating on his own path of cultivation, and when he found this note, it was too late and he couldn't leave!

Taking it a step further, perhaps in the situation at that time, even if he had seen the note in advance, he would not have left...

And now... should I accept my fate?

He couldn't help thinking about it again.

There is always a feeling of unwillingness in his heart, but he really doesn't know what to do!

Now he is still too weak...

Hehe, why don't you say it? Then the only way is to search for the soul...

Seeing that Fang Yuan was in a daze and ignored their words, the deacons immediately sneered. One of them walked up slowly and asked Fang Yuan to use the soul search method to forcibly extract the memory of Xuanhuang Yiqi from his sea of ​​consciousness...

Be careful...

A deacon next to him saw it and hurriedly said: This soul search technique is very dangerous. The simpler and more specific the searched object, the easier it is to succeed. But what we want to search is all his memories before and after he practiced Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue. If he is not careful, he will easily lose a little bit, and maybe all his previous efforts will be wasted. Are you sure?

The deacon who was about to make a move took his hand back and said, Why don't you come?

The first deacon waved his hands again and again: I'm not sure either!

Obviously, this matter is cautious, and they dare not try it rashly.

Let me do it!

At this moment, behind them, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

All the deacons turned their heads to look, and hurriedly bowed to salute.

At this moment, behind the turning point, there was a figure wearing a yellow robe. It was Elder Qin who was in charge of Shenxiao Peak.

He had no expression on his face, and looked forward indifferently.

Elder Qin, you...

Let's ask this person, you all go out first!

Elder Qin ordered lightly, and the deacons naturally dared not disobey, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Then Elder Qin came to the front of the black prison, and looked at Fang Yuan expressionlessly, and Fang Yuan also looked directly at him.

After a long time, Elder Qin said calmly: You seem very unconvinced?

Fang Yuan said in a low voice: I'm really not convinced!

Elder Qin said sarcastically: Then what do you think Xianmen should do, for you alone, to fight against the Southern Wilderness Demon King?

Fang Yuan interrupted him forcefully: I understand the truth, but I'm still not convinced, I did nothing wrong...

A mocking smile suddenly appeared on Elder Qin's face: If you knew the identity of that monster earlier, would you still dare to kill him?

Fang Yuan replied with murderous intent: Ten more times, it's still the same!

But after saying this, his eyes were a little sad: But the future affairs need to be dealt with more cleanly...

Hehe, depending on you, can you handle it cleanly?

Elder Qin looked at him coldly, and suddenly said: Haven't you ever thought that this matter should be reported to the Immortal Sect?

Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, but did not answer.

I don't believe you didn't notice this matter at all. Even if you didn't when you slayed demons and demons, you would definitely be suspicious when you got the magic weapon of that demon later, but you never tried to tell Xianmen, even Elder Yun who trusted you the most. Why is that? Elder Qin continued: Because you have never trusted Xianmen!

Shua...

Fang Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Elder Qin.

You have never trusted Xianmen, or in other words, you have never trusted anyone!

Elder Qin glanced at Fang Yuan indifferently, with unconcealable disgust, he walked forward slowly: So I really don't like a disciple like you, I even say I hate it, with deep scheming, invisible, even though your body is like a grass, but you still have a heart higher than the sky, you only want to climb up, and you don't have to do anything to do it, not like a disciple of the fairy sect, but like a weed in the cracks of the stone...

While talking, he had already walked up to Fang Yuan.

And facing his words, even Fang Yuan felt his heart shake for a while...

What Elder Qin said was ugly, but to a certain extent...it seems to be correct!

He really doesn't believe in Xianmen...

Or don't trust anyone...

Could it be that this disaster was really his own fault?

Audacious, scheming, single-minded, just want to rush to a higher place...

Elder Qin had already walked up to the fence, raised his right hand, and on the five fingers, there was a spiritual light, like cold electricity, and slowly pressed down on Fang Yuan's forehead. Fang Yuan knew that it was a sign that he wanted to perform the soul search technique, and also knew that when this hand was pressed on his forehead, he was really finished, and he wanted to struggle desperately, but with the immortal rope tied to his body, where could he struggle?

I really don't like your temperament, but maybe...

But at this moment, Elder Qin's palm came to Fang Yuan's body, but he didn't press it on Fang Yuan's forehead. Instead, he suddenly reached down and tore off the immortal binding rope from Fang Yuan's body. He then threw a bundle in and whispered in his mouth at the same time: ...This is why the Immortal Sect values ​​you and thinks you are worth paying such a high price to protect you, isn't it?

After binding the fairy rope, Fang Yuan came back with mana, but he was stunned. He looked at the ground, but saw that it was his Qiankun bag, and even his long sword. These were searched during the day, but Elder Qin brought them all to him.

He stared blankly at Elder Qin, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Fang Yuan, a disciple of Qingyang Sect, obeys orders!

Elder Qin still had that indifferent look, and said indifferently: The suzerain wants you to travel in the mountains, and if you don't get a golden pill, don't come back!