The Demon Cloud Sect Master did not move.

It stands there like stone sculptures and wood sculptures, and the sky becomes darker and darker at some point.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning broke out, and then it started to rain heavily.

The Demon Cloud Sect Master was still motionless.

However, no drop of rain could fall on him. It was always several feet apart and was evaporated by an invisible force.

In this way, he waited for a whole day and a night.

"Swoosh..."

The sound of breaking through the air came into my ears, and the subordinates who were eager to check came back one after another.

No gains.

No gains.

Until the end, an old man with a goatee beard came.

His face was full of pain, and there was a body in his arms.

It was a man with a brocade robe and jade belt. Although he had been half a month, his body still had no decay. He could see that he was very proud and handsome before his death.

However, at this moment, his face still felt unwillingness and fear.

"My son..."

Although the Master of Demon Cloud had already made a prediction in his heart, he still shook his body when he saw his beloved son's body. Who said that all the cultivators were heartless?

Yes, they are pursuing the path of immortality, but they may not pay attention to their relatives around them, especially father and son, whose feelings may not be lower than those of ordinary people.

"The Sect Master is mourning." All the monks of the Demon Cloud Sect beside him knelt down.

But he started crying, and a generation of heroes actually had a heartbroken moment.

No one dared to persuade him anymore, and they also looked sad on their faces. Although this young master of Demon Cloud was vicious, he had always been very popular within the sect.

The sky became more and more gloomy.

Dark clouds cover the roof, and the storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The Demon Cloud Sect Master finally raised his head, and his pair of sensational tiger eyes still contained tears. He said in a low voice: "How did my son die?"

"Reported to the Sect Master, the young master failed to build the foundation, and the raging spiritual energy destroyed his meridians and internal organs..." The old man with a goatee beard under his jaw said in pain."

"Failed, Yan'er has been preparing for so long, how could he fail? You must know that he spent ten years building the foundation of the five elements, and even practiced the body refining technique." The Demon Cloud Sect Master was obviously a little difficult to accept for such a statement.

"The sect leader calms down. The specific situation is not witnessed by my own eyes, and it is hard to speculate, but..."

"How? At this time, are there anything else that cannot be said?" A hint of anger flashed across the face of the Demon Cloud Sect Master.

"That's right. When my subordinate arrived, he found that the young master had carved a few words on the ground with his fingers."

"What?" The Master of Demon Cloud was moved in a terrifying manner. Did his son actually leave his last words?

Could it be that he did not simply fail to build the foundation, but an accident happened, so he was unwilling to accept it?

"What did Yan'er write?"

"Someone misled me."

"Someone misled me?"

The Demon Cloud Sect Master frowned.

Then his face became even more ugly. His son kept fiddling with the foundation building of the Five Elements. How could he not know the pros and cons of this as a father?

The reason why he was willing to let it go was that he had full confidence in him. The most terrifying thing about this foundation-building method was that only one of the hundreds could live.

Someone misled me?

Could it be that in the end, the other people successfully built the foundation, which led to the death of his beloved son, so he was so sad and angry that he died with his eyes closed?

I have worked hard for ten years and devoted my efforts to the end, but did I make wedding dresses for others?

"Okay, very good."

The Master of Demon Cloud burst into laughter, but tears rolled down his eyes: "Yan'er, I know that you are so depressed that you are dead. Don't worry, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will dig out that guy, so that he can't live without dying. Only after ten or eight years of torture will he be allowed to apologize to my son."

Accompanied by the deep hatred, he exuded a huge aura of resentment all over his body, turned his head and faced several subordinates: "Give me instructions and investigate it, even if you turn Luoyun Mountain upside down, and even if you pull out the immortal cultivation sect here, you must also track down me down where the culprit that killed the young master."

"Yes, the sect leader!"

Qin Yan's prediction was correct. The people of the Demon Sect really like to take their anger. The other party didn't care about his son at all. Their death was just a cocoon.

In his heart, why didn’t those guys die obediently to build the foundation of his son’s five elements? Living is a sin.

I will make you unable to survive or die!

Moreover, the other party's determination was much greater than Qin Yan imagined. Not only him, but even the entire Luoyun Mountain Immortal Cultivation World was pissed off.

Youdao means that when the emperor gets angry, blood flows away, and a powerful immortal cultivator is the leader of a sect. When he ignits his anger without regard for the consequences, the impact caused by the emperor is much more terrifying than that of a secular emperor.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building!

The entire Luoyun Mountain immortal cultivation world is about to cause great storms.

...

And Qin Yan didn't know all this.

Although his strength is different from the past, he has only entered the world of immortal cultivation for several years, his vision is still low, and he has not experienced much. He cannot imagine what the consequences of a high-level monk's anger will bring.

In his opinion, although the young master of the Demon Cloud Sect fell, the other party would be furious, but he could not find the real master, so he could do nothing.

Can the other party still be enemies of the entire Luoyun Mountain?

Unfortunately, it was this idea that he thought was absolutely impossible, but it hit the nail on the head and was about to cause very serious consequences. If he knew all this, he would not know if Qin Yan would make another choice.

Maybe he won't come to Tianfu Mountain.

Perhaps, he will try to leave Wuguo.

However, there is no if, and this matter is not Qin Yan's fault.

Even if he really flew away and disappeared, the other party could not find the real owner, and he might not let Luoyun Mountain go.

In short, from the moment the young master of the Demon Sect stepped into the head of the Xuan Dao Sect, all this seemed to be destined.

Now, Qin Yan, who had no idea about all this, finally moved into his new home.

He has been quite comfortable these days, and he lives in the cave very comfortably. He is much more comfortable in all aspects than Luoxue Sect when staying in Tianfu Mountain.

The elders value it, the younger generation respect it, and they get along very peacefully with their fellow disciples.

The Spirit Talisman even sent someone to ask if there was anything else that was dissatisfied with or needed?

Qin Yan said that he was very good in all aspects, thank you, uncle.

In the following days, he stayed in his door. Of course, he was not afraid of his identity being exposed, but because he had just successfully built the foundation and returned to the main steward. Of course, he would take some time to completely stabilize the realm.

The time can be long or short. The key lies in how foundation the monk himself has laid. If his magic power is deep, he may have enough time in one month. If he is lucky enough to build the foundation successfully, his magic power will be less flexible than that of a monk of the same level. Then there will be a situation where he has been in seclusion for a year or two.
Chapter completed!