Chapter 507 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (42)

Wang Yi didn't know how long he ran. He didn't stop until the screams belonging to his senior brother and three junior sisters who were worse than death disappeared, with a look of confusion and fear on his face.

"Second Senior Brother." A deep voice sounded from all around.

Falling in Wang Yi's ears was like a reminder. He fell back in embarrassment, holding the lighting bead tightly in his hand, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The familiar yet unfamiliar face in the memory vaguely revealed its deep outline, slowly approaching him.

Cold sweat streamed down Wang Yi's head. He swallowed and crawled back, his chest full of fear and panic. He begged, "Little brother, it's not that the second brother didn't save you back then. The ideas of senior brother and your third senior sister have nothing to do with second senior brother."

Yanrong's dark eyes fell on his face, and he walked straight towards him without making any waves on his face.

Wang Yi's eyes trembled slightly, and the next moment he suddenly attacked Yan Rong.

The magic weapon in his hand didn't even touch the opponent at all, and was thrown away by the earthquake. Wang Yi fell to the ground again, looking at the face in the dark firelight in front of him with horror, " You killed senior brother and third junior sister? Master will definitely not let you go."

Yanrong raised her eyes slightly and said calmly, "I only have one master."

Wang Yi shouted while retreating, "Same disciples are not allowed to kill each other in the secret realm, otherwise you will not only be expelled from the master and Qiyang Sect, but my master will also make you pay the price. Not to mention Master Su Yi, Even the leader can’t protect you!”

Yanrong turned his face slightly and lowered his gaze on the other person's face, "Second Senior Brother, it's your turn."

Wang Yi finally understood why his eldest brother and his third junior sister made such miserable screams that they were worse than dead. This banquet was so vicious that they cut people alive. Not only that, but also the wounds on their bodies. All the cultivation base has been destroyed, and I can only endure this long Ling Chi like a mortal.

"Yan...yong...one day...I will definitely..."

Yan Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the person lying on the ground whose appearance could not be seen, and said in a calm tone, "Second Senior Brother, since I dare to kill you and Senior Brother, I am 100% sure."

The bloody eyes trembled slightly, and then Wang Yi heard the other party say, "I will take good care of your souls, and let you get together with Yuan Ling when the time comes."

He never imagined until his death that the kind little junior brother in the past had turned into a person even crueler than the demon cultivator.

Wang Yi now only regrets why he didn't eliminate the trouble forever and eradicate it.

There is no point in just regretting it. Ling Chi is just a mediocre person now. When one's own soul is tortured day and night, that is the most painful thing.

....

Holding the master in his arms, he left the exit and crossed the magma. When the sky was revealed in his eyes again, he raised his eyes and then walked all the way in the north-south direction.

He laid a piece of clean animal skin in the cave and put down the woman in his arms. The other person closed his eyes, with a pale look on his beautiful face.

Yanrong lowered her eyes, reached out to hold the other person's hand, put it on her face, and murmured to herself, "Master's hands are so cold."

Then he pursed his lips and said, "It would be great if the disciple had the fire spirit root."

He hugged the woman tightly into his arms and said in a low voice, "I have no choice but to make this decision. I hope Master will not blame the disciple."