Chapter 609 He's Dead

Proud Immortal Sect, on an empty ground.

Thousands of people stood solemnly and solemnly. However, there was a bit of doubt in their eyes, not knowing why the sect master called the whole sect together.

On the high platform, Chu Zhongtian was dressed in black with a white cloth on his head, and his expression was full of deep sadness.

Huang Er clenched his hands tightly, blue veins burst out, and his face was dark and unclear.

This made the people below even more puzzled, but seeing Chu Zhongtian's serious face, he did not dare to ask.

"There is one thing I want to announce..."

Looking at the people standing neatly below, Chu Zhongtian slowly opened his mouth and said something that made the audience silent.

"Son, dead."

Those simple four words were like a bolt from the blue, stunned everyone present!

Son... dead?

Everyone's faces were full of surprise. In their hearts, Ling Xian was the omnipotent god!

However, at this moment, Chu Zhongtian said that God was dead, how could they accept this?

But they all knew in their hearts that Chu Zhongtian would never joke about such a thing. Therefore, they gradually accepted this fact, and the shock on their faces gradually turned into sadness.

"My God, you don't have long eyes! How could you take his life away from such a good man?"

"Young master is brave and invincible at the same level, how could he fall?"

"Damn, who killed the son, I want to avenge him!"

"Yes, the young master is waiting for me to be reborn, and he must avenge him!"

Everyone roared up to the sky, and there was only anger on their faces except sadness.

For them, Ling Xian had the grace of rebuilding for them. Now that they heard the news of his fall, they were naturally sad and angry!

"Vengeance must be avenged."

Chu Zhongtian stretched out three fingers, pointed to the sky, and slowly said a cold voice.

"I, Chu Zhongtian, hereby swear,

In my lifetime, I will definitely point my sword at seven sects and eighteen sects to avenge the son! If there is any discrepancy, punish yourself! "

The voice fell, and thousands of people shouted in unison.

No matter how strong his seven sects are, no matter how ruthless his eighteen sects are, there is only one thought in their minds.

revenge!

…

When the news of Ling Xian's fall was sent back to Yunzhou by Lin Qingyi and others, this state was in an unprecedented shock like Yuezhou.

Everyone fell into silence, and then there were bursts of sorrow and crying all over Yunzhou.

Qingcheng, the residence of the Ling family.

When Ling Tianjiao and Ling Hu were confused and pushed open Ling Tianqing's door, they saw a distressed face.

After that, he heard a word full of sadness.

"He died, my Ling family's greatest pride in history, died."

Suddenly, Ling Tianjiao was struck by lightning, and Ling Hu burst into tears.

…

Wan Jianzong, above the main peak.

Dao Wuji's white clothes are like snow, his sword is pointing at Yuezhou, his deep star eyes are full of killing intent, as if even this space is frozen.

This made the Lord of Eleven Peaks, who came together, frowned, puzzled.

Although the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is currently in crisis, it is not to the worst level.

But the next moment, they understood, only because Dao Wuji opened his mouth coldly and said something earth-shattering.

"He died, my Wanjianzong was brilliant for three thousand years, and he died."

…

Haoranzong, in a valley with pleasant scenery.

Mo Qingbu was wearing a blue shirt, holding a jade slip in his hand, and reciting softly. There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was as elegant as a modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.

Behind him, a seven- or eight-year-old Taoist boy brewed tea with warm water, which was fragrant and refreshing.

After a while, Mo Qingbu put down the jade slip, took a sip of tea, and a bit of disappointment appeared in his gentle eyes.

"This tea is not good."

"Master, this is the top Taoist enlightenment tea, how can it be bad?" Daotong looked confused.

"The taste of the tea has not changed, but the person who savoured the tea together is not there." Mo Qingbu thought of Ling Xian, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then why don't you call him here, Master, you are now one of the strongest in the younger generation of Yunzhou, who would dare not give you face?" Daotong adored his eyes.

"He dares, and Shizun doesn't dare to be angry."

Mo Qingbu rubbed Daotong's little head and smiled gently: "When you grow up, you will understand."

As he said that, he picked up the teacup, but at this moment, a thousand-mile crane suddenly flew in front of him.

The information he carried was also passed into his mind.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's negative expression darkened, and the teacup in his hand suddenly shattered!

This made the Taoist boy beside him stunned. In his heart, Shizun has always been gentle and calm, and there is almost no gaffe.

But at this moment, to actually lose his temper to such an extent, it is simply unprecedented!

"Master, what happened to you?" Daotong asked cautiously.

"What happened?"

Mo Qingbu fell silent, and after a long while, he slowly spit out a word.

"He's dead, my good teacher and friend, dead."

…

Taixu Sect, above the Qianzhang peak.

Sun Zehao, who had become the head of the Taixu Sect, seemed to be crying rather than laughing. He took a big mouthful of strong wine, and his internal organs burned like flames, which were so hot and painful.

But as if he hadn't heard of it, he still poured the spirits into his belly in big mouthfuls, as if he wanted to get himself drunk and sleep forever.

Until I can't drink anymore.

After that, he seemed to cry instead of laughing, roaring up to the sky.

"Hahaha, dead, my brother Sun Zehao, dead!"

…

Immortal Sect, in a gorgeous flowerbed.

A pretty and lovely girl was smiling, chasing the butterflies among the flowers, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Xia Lingmu's terrifyingly gloomy face, she couldn't help but startled.

Looking at today's Yunzhou, Xia Lingmu can definitely be regarded as the strongest of the younger generation, apart from Mo Qingbu and Sun Zehao, no one can compare with him!

Therefore, the girl couldn't figure out what was going on, and Xia Lingmu, who was able to make the sky fall in shock, lost his temper like this.

"Senior brother, what happened?" the girl asked nervously.

What responded to her was a sentence, a sentence that was somewhat sad and regretful.

"He is dead, the opponent I vowed to chase in my life, is dead."

The voice fell, and the girl suddenly froze.

She couldn't imagine that Xia Lingmu was already so strong, how strong would the opponent that he was chasing after would be?

…

Similar incidents have been staged in Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and Thirty-Six Islands.

Whether it is Ling Xian's friend or opponent, whether it is someone who admires him or hates him, anyone who interacts with him will inevitably feel a little pity.

That is an amazing and unparalleled evildoer!

Even if you look at the past and present, it can be called extremely extraordinary. But now, he is dead, which is a great loss for the entire human race!

After all, in this land, in addition to the human race, there are many alien races that are coveting. What is needed is a peerless genius like Ling Xian who has the opportunity to attack the strongest!

As for Lin Qingyi and others, after returning to their respective homes, they locked themselves up.

Tears flowed unstoppably.

When people around them asked why, their answers were exactly the same, with only a short sentence.

"He's dead, my beloved, dead."

...(Nine Immortals../22/22592/)--(Nine Immortals)