"There is such a vicious evil method that devours other people's Nascent Soul, and turns the soul into his own Dao Fruit... It is not tolerated by the law of heaven!" Lin said furiously as he burst into tears, as if he was about to penetrate the metal book in his hand.

Yan Zhonglin looked up at Yan Taiqing who was close to him and asked sternly: "Taiqing, tell me, have you read this Heart Sutra? Why do you want to hide it from me? Do you want to practice secretly?

You... really disappoint me! I will keep this scripture first, and then find a way to seal it when I return to the sect. Please explain to me first why I need to store it..."

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, a flying sword pierced into Yan Zhonglin's waist and abdomen without any warning.

Yan Lin's angry questioning came to an abrupt end, his angry expression stiffened on his face, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he stared at Yan Taiqing with wide eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"you……"

Yan Zhonglin looked down at his waist, and saw Yan Taiqing holding a flying sword in his trembling left hand, which had already pierced into his dantian. Blood kept oozing out of the wound, sprinkling drop by drop on the ground.

Yan Zhonglin couldn't believe his eyes, but the severe pain in his body told him that everything was true, and his cultivation was rapidly dissipating, and in the blink of an eye he lost all his strength.

Blood was leaking from the corner of Yan Zhonglin's mouth. He slowly raised his head and looked at Yan Taiqing who was so close to him. Is the young man in front of him really his nephew who was growing up?

Why was the young man's eyes and temperament so strange at this time? His appearance had not changed at all, but he found that he no longer knew the young man in front of him.

Lin's body shook, although the wound hurt, but it was not as painful as the heartache.

He was not married and had no children. He always treated Yan Taiqing as his biological son to educate him, but never expected that Yan Taiqing would take action to "kill his father".

"Why... why? Have I treated you badly?" Yan Zhonglin reached out and grabbed Yan Taiqing's shoulders tightly, his eyes filled with tears, staring at Yan Taiqing deeply, trying to see some clues from Yan Taiqing's eyes.

Yan Taiqing never wanted to kill his third uncle. Yan Zhonglin is his closest relative in the world, except for his master Xuan Quezi. Just Yan Zhonglin treats him the best.

However, Yan Zhonglin blocked his way and prevented him from moving forward. He wanted to let him enter the secret realm to experience it, and he also wanted to suggest that Xuan Quezi and the elders cancel his inheritance qualifications as the head.

Therefore, for future power and status, he had to do so.

When he stabbed the flying sword into Lin Dantian in his words, his mind suddenly became blank.

Killing someone is not difficult, especially Yan Zhonglin is not prepared for him.

But after the flying sword was stabbed in, he clearly felt the pain of killing. The sword seemed to stab himself, and countless negative emotions came in.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Uncle San, I'm sorry!"

Yan Taiqing said vaguely, his eyes were confused and panicked. He broke free from Yan Zhonglin's hands and kept retreating. He did not dare to face Yan Zhonglin's disappointed and astonished eyes.

Yan Taiqing kept wiping the snow-white Taoist robe with his left hand, trying to wipe the blood off, but found that he couldn't wipe it clean. Two lines of cold tears poured out from his eyes, and his face became extremely distorted.

"You forced me! You forced me! Don't blame me!" Yan Taiqing retorted frantically, as if he was blaming the words, and it was more like convincing himself and giving himself an excuse to be at ease.

Although Lin Dantian was pierced and had lost most of his cultivation, his ability to move and think was not greatly affected. He walked towards Yan Taiqing step by step, and his lips were trembling with anger.

"How did I... force you? What did I force you?" Yan Zhonglin asked disappointedly.

Yan Taiqing said in a panic and angrily: "You forced me, do you still want to deny it?"

You want me to enter the secret realm to practice. Do you know how dangerous it is to enter the secret realm, and you will die for a lifetime! Do you want me to die in it?

That’s right, the little master and aunt have also entered the secret realm, but can I compare with her? Do I have the eight-treasure red lotus spiritual treasure that is both offensive and defensive? If I enter the secret realm, I will be dead!"

Lin shouted angrily: "There is a dead end? Our cultivation is already very dangerous, and every step is full of dangers. When will we break through the great realm be a lifetime of death?

If you have the fear of death, how can you practice Taoism? If you do not have the confidence to survive, how can you survive?"

"That's your opinion. You are a madman, I'm not. Why should I go there even though I know I will die? It's just a miracle to live in death. Do I want to give my life to a miracle?" Yan Taiqing asked sternly with long hair.

Before the words could be answered, Yan Taiqing shouted wildly: "You still want to deprive me of the opportunity to become the next head. Do you know how many years have I lived under the mask of hypocrisy in order to become the head?

Since I was a child, I have been the best disciple of this generation. All the elders and elders praised me, saying that I will definitely become the head of the Kunlun Sect in the future, so I will become the next head as my highest goal.

From my practice to now, I have been a perfect person as much as possible. I am well-educated, humble and modest, polite and generous, I take the overall situation into consideration, I am selfless, and I am the strongest in my generation!

I live carefully. In the eyes of my disciples of the same generation, I am a kind and respectable senior brother. In the eyes of my elders, I am a junior who has the spirit of being a gentleman.

For twenty years, I have not been happy all day, and I have never been as myself once a day. How tired I am with a perfect mask. But you want to deprive me of the possibility of becoming the head of the sect with just one word. Don’t you feel cruel?”

He spoke so clearly that he had to complain, and his expression was crazy. The more he spoke, the more he felt that he was right and wronged. Most people would probably sympathize with his experience when he heard this.

But Lin is a powerful swordsman. How can he achieve swordsmanship without a firm mind?

After hearing Yan Taiqing's words, he was unmoved at all, his eyes became even more angry, and he rebuked coldly: "Because of this, you should not be allowed to become the head of Kunlun, if you become the head of Kunlun, the Kunlun Sect will be destroyed in your hands.

What can you calculate by yourself? Can you compare with the peace and prosperity of Kunlun? What's wrong with me doing this? All of the excuses you said are self-deceptions!"

Yan Zhonglin's words were like tens of thousands of steel needles, piercing Yan Taiqing's heart, making his face even more distorted. He gritted his teeth and pointed at Yan Zhonglin's nose and shouted coldly: "You... are still stubborn until death!

I am your nephew. Can't you think about it from my standpoint? What a killing of your relatives for justice! Why are you so sure that Kunlun will be ruined in my hands? I will be able to carry forward Kunlun!"

"It's ridiculous and sad, carry it forward? Look at what you look like now?" Lin said weakly in the words, his expression became extremely lonely, his spirit was declining, and his whole body became ten years older.

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~(To be continued...)
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