Disciples commit suicide every day [Transmigration Book]

Xie Qingrang staggered back to Xiaozhufeng, the last bit of reason and pride kept him from falling down.

He pushed open the door, and fell powerlessly to the ground. The blood swallowed back from his chest could no longer be suppressed, and all of it rushed up.

Xie Qingrang clutched his chest, coughing up blood continuously, the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

His tears also fell together, leaning on the door, sitting withered until dawn.

Ah Xun...

His Ah Xun will never come back again.

He opened his swollen eyes and stared blankly at the corner of the room.

There will no longer be a child with a bright smile running over and hugging him.

There will no longer be a little tail always following him in this room, and the master is long behind him, and the master is short and talking.

There will no longer be a little rascal who sneaks over to him with a pillow in his arms at night, coquettishly asking Master to sleep in his arms.

never again...

He closed his eyes, blocked the dazzling light, and coughed a few times, but his entire chest was in severe pain.

The sharp pain woke him up instead.

He took out a bottle of elixir and poured it all into his mouth.

The surging spiritual power mended the wounds in his body forcefully.

The ridiculous thing is that the most deadly injury was not the wound on the back of the heart when he escaped from the encirclement of the monks, but the damage to the heart veins under the despair and grief after returning to the sect.

But he can't fall yet.

He still has revenge.

With his apprentice's death, he can no longer listen to the words of these people's family, he must investigate clearly by himself.

Wrong revenge, blood debt... Blood payment!

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Li Xiuhe flew with the magic weapon, humming a little tune in a beautiful mood.

This trip to the secret realm was good, hehe, ever since Xie Qing made that kid unlucky, everything went well for him.

He was happy when he thought that Xie Qing made the cultivation base that had lost the spirit of the precious apprentice go backwards, almost fell to the golden core, and he still couldn't get rid of the inner demons, and it was difficult to improve his cultivation base.

It's been two years, ha, Xie Qingrang, it's best that he won't be able to get out for the rest of his life, these so-called proud sons of heaven, hehe.

With such a fragile mind, what hope can there be?

After all, the one who laughs last is the winner.

When he was full of ambition, he felt that the sky was clear and the air was clear, the wind was smooth, and there was a beautiful scenery everywhere.

Flying high in the sky, I just feel that the mountains and rivers are all under my feet.

Suddenly, a sword light flew out from the slanting stab.

Li Xiuhe was taken aback, but fortunately he was also experienced, so he dodged subconsciously.

But that Jian Guang turned his head and followed like a shadow, Li Xiuhe shouted loudly, slapped his dantian, and a scimitar flew out from between his eyebrows: "Go—"

Following his movements, the scimitar wrapped around the light blue sword light.

He thought it was some sword cultivator who saw him alone and wanted to rob him, but just sneered in his heart. This swordsmanship is not very good, and he was almost ready to rob him.

He made a formula with both hands, chanted a series of incantations, constantly used spells, and attacked with the scimitar, vowing to kill this blind boy.

In the next moment, the sword light suddenly dispersed, causing all his attacks to fall on the void.

Li Xiuhe was shocked, what, how could it be?

After the sword light dispersed, it turned into countless star dots in the air, and in the next moment, non-stop raindrops fell down, dragging out a thin tail line, falling towards him like thousands of star lights.

However, this starlight is light cyan.

His complexion changed, and he shouted ferociously: "It's you! Xie Qingrang——you want to kill your fellow disciples?!"

At this moment, he has already recognized that this sword light is not issued by the sword cultivator, but by the ability of the law cultivator. These thousands of star lights are exactly Xie Qingrang's famous stunt - Yaofeng Broken Light.

The visitor didn't answer his words at all, and hit him without saying a word. After a feint move, there was an inevitable killer move, obviously determined to kill him.

boom--

Li Xiuhe's body fell from the sky and hit the ground with a loud noise, his body was covered with cuts and bruises.

He opened his eyes, watching the blue figure approaching in horror.

"Thank you, junior brother..."

Xie Qingrang looked at him coldly, pierced his dantian with a sword, the translucent sword tip was piercing Li Xiuhe's golden elixir, the dantian was bloody and bloody due to the violent wind force.

"You rubbish, I should have killed you long ago."

Li Xiuhe burst into tears in fright: "No, no, thank you, junior brother, let me go, please..."

Xie Qing pushed the tip of the sword in again: "Tell me, who else was the one who harmed my apprentice back then?"

Li Xiuhe hurriedly shouted: "I said, I said, I said everything."

Xie Qingrang sneered, and pushed hard with his hands, the tip of the sword plunged into the golden core.

"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to the villain's words."

Seeing him like this, one knew that he was planning to scramble around in order to survive, Xie Qingrang was impatient with him, seeing him like this, he directly used the most cruel method of soul searching.

"I wanted to spare your life and let you go to reincarnation, but now... oh, you can ask for blessings."

After using the method of searching for souls, he can't guarantee how many souls are left.