"You can guess, but I can't say it."

Shaking his head slightly, Nangong Wuhen said softly: "Senior Brother Cao, we are no longer ignorant teenagers. Some things cannot be measured simply by right or wrong."

Nangong Wuhen did not admit it, but such an answer was actually equivalent to a default.

He could understand Cao Ziyang's pain. For practitioners, the disciples who were personally taught were like their own children. Such pain was tantamount to the pain of losing their son.

"Hahahaha, understand... Of course I understand, but who can understand me?"

Cao Ziyang laughed loudly, with tears in his laughter.

"You two will go out first."

He waved his hand and signaled Zhao Yaner and Yang Fan to leave first. After that, Nangong Wuhen said slowly: "Each of us is cultivated by the sect, and naturally everyone has the responsibility to sacrifice for the interests of the sect."

"What's more, Senior Brother Cao, you should understand... he won't live long."

It seems a bit unethical to burn bridges across the river, but in the face of interests, nothing can be sacrificed.

Cao Ziyang's eyes flashed a little, but he finally understood what Nangong Wuhen meant.

"Is this what the sect leader meant?"

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Jiange.

"How is his condition?" Mu Qianqiu asked lightly when he twisted a chess piece and landed it on the chessboard.

"The Yuan Liquid was consumed too quickly. His consumption alone was almost equivalent to the consumption of ten disciples of this sect entering the sword pool."

Looking at Mu Qianqiu, the law enforcement elder replied in a deep voice.

The eyelids twitched. Even Mu Qianqiu couldn't help feeling a little sad for such a terrifying consumption.

But he understood better that compared to the benefits that Beimian Sword Sect would soon gain, the consumption of this resource in front of him was nothing at all.

What's more, that was something he agreed in public. As long as he didn't reveal Bai Yujing's identity for a day, he had to keep this promise. This was the price he had to pay to try to force Li Changan to kill!

"How do you think of this son?" Mu Qianqiu continued to ask.

"The talented people are not the genius!" The law enforcement elder replied without any hesitation.

"It seems that you have a love for talent." Pushing the chessboard, Mu Qianqiu said softly.

"Sect Master, no matter what his identity was before, he has now entered my Beimian Sword Sect!" He raised his head and the law enforcement elder looked at Mu Qianqiu and spoke seriously: "If such a genius can grow up, it will be enough to lead the rise of this sect and join the ranks of the top sects. Compared with this, what is Beishan County worth?"

"But he is not Huang San, he is Bai Yujing."

Mu Qianqiu replied calmly.

If it was really just Huang San, then Mu Qianqiu would naturally save this disciple at all costs, but he was not! The three words Bai Yujing may not be heavy enough, but the weight of the three words Tianmo Sect is enough to crush the entire Beimian Sword Sect.

"Who knows?"

A chill in his eyes, and the law enforcement elder said in a sequel: "As long as you kill Li Chang'an, you can cover everything up. From then on, he will only be Huang San, a disciple of this sect!"

"Kill Li Chang'an, the people living in Wugui Villa, Lu Mingjiang... and even Elder Nangong, and the elder of this sect who might have guessed his identity." Mu Qianqiu shook his head and said.

"Then kill them together!"

He sneered, and the law enforcement elder said disdainfully: "Ninety-nine feet of sacred mountain, coupled with the sword talent he showed, even the genius disciples of the three holy lands are just that! Such an opportunity is right in front of you, no matter how great the sacrifice is, it is worth it."

"Shut up!"

A sharp look appeared in his eyes, and Mu Qianqiu spoke in a cold voice: "I don't want to hear such a rude statement for the second time, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

“…”

Seeing Mu Qianqiu getting angry, the law enforcement elder was slightly stunned, and he did not dare to fight Mu Qianqiu any longer.

"Go down and let him practice quietly for these seven days... This is the promise that this sect promises! It is also the only thing you can help him." After slowly closing his eyes, Mu Qianqiu said calmly.

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The Extreme Divine Court!

The God of Lanling raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Interestingly, the little Beishan County has caused such a big storm because of a Bai Yujing... I don't have the ability to do things, and the means of shirking responsibility and calculating each other has opened my eyes."

"Master, could it be that Li Changan deliberately confusing the public and trying to escape from his crime?"

Next, a young man in gorgeous clothes said in a deep voice.

“It doesn’t matter!”

After waved his hand, the Lanling God Hou said lightly: "The Silver Snake Old Demon is dead, and the Heavenly Demon Cult is falling apart... In fact, even Bai Yujing, the descendant of the Heavenly Demon, is not important! What is important is that the majesty of the Extreme Dao Divine Court cannot be provoked!"

"Since they can't handle it, I will help them!" A cold light appeared in my eyes. The God of Lanling said lightly: "Fang Qingyun, you go to Beishan County in person! Let go and kill. Anyone who is suspected... whether right or wrong, if you don't argue right or wrong, you will be killed!"

"Disciple obeys the order!"

With a gaze, Fang Qingyun immediately replied in a deep voice.

"Don't have any scruples. Whoever dares to hinder you can kill you! Even if you kill Beishan County, you must let them remember that the divine talisman edict of the Jidao Divine Court cannot tolerate any slackness. If you cannot catch Bai Yujing, this marquis will slaughter the entire Beishan County practice path, and you will be willing to do so!"

"yes!"

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Time passes slowly, but Bai Yujing is in the sword pool, but he can hardly feel the passage of time!

This kind of treasure land of cultivation is something that Bai Yujing has never seen before. Only by truly stepping into the sword pool can we understand how precious such an opportunity is.

Every moment, Bai Yu Kyoto was frantically refining the surrounding Yuan liquid. He could almost clearly sense the continuous changes of the sacred mountain in the sea of ​​consciousness. Once the sacred mountain turned all the virtual into real, the road to moving the mountain realm was at its end.

Under normal circumstances, Bai Yujing would take at least several years to complete this process, but now, in the sword pool, perhaps in just seven days, he could help him complete this journey.

Moreover, while constantly practicing, he must constantly comprehend the sword intent in the sword pool!

Although he did not intend to take such a sword path, he also understood that comprehending the sword intent in it would allow him to have a deeper understanding of the sword technique of killing, and he would go further on the road of sword path!

But the difficulties and pains are also far beyond what people can bear.

Everyone envies geniuses, but few people understand that geniuses may have more effort than ordinary people!

He lived a difficult life, so he had to put in more effort and effort in order to avoid such a difficult future.

Although no one told him, he still knew how bad the situation he might face once he went out of the sword pool!

The sword in his hand will be his only support!
Chapter completed!