Chapter 67:

The situation has changed immediately.
The giant tower rotates in the air, covering the sky, but it is very small on the ground, just in the hand.
Jun Yanzhi only holds the giant tower. He didn't have a thin line at this time, and the people around him couldn't help him. No one dared to act rashly, look at the sword, and become a confrontational situation for a while.
Jun Yanzhi whispered: "The younger brother is in this tower?"
The seats were almost inconsistent with the sudden changes, and they sighed: "Not bad."
"What's inside? Three real fires?"
"...There is a steady stream of real fires, until it is turned into ashes."
Jun Yanzhi’s eyes suddenly changed. In the sun, the pupils are almost translucent and become very light amber. Everyone gave birth to a fear from the bottom of their hearts, and they clenched their swords in their hands. The courage was originally small and blurted out: "What are you going to do?"
Jun Yanzhi threw the celestial tower in the air and raised a long sword.
The seat shouted: "No!"
In the air, a deafening "squeaky" sound was heard, and the disciples trembled in their heads and hurriedly complained. When the voices wrap around in the brain for a long time, they gradually fade away. When the disciples shook their heads and looked up, the black pagoda fell to the ground, but it was as intact as before.
One of Jun Yan stood still, and the wound on his chest and waist was bloody, but he looked like he didn't feel pain.
"If you damage the 诛仙塔, your brother's life is not guaranteed."
Jun Yanzhi holds the giant tower and slowly reveals a little bit of fear: "How to save him?"
He was always quiet and quiet before the people, and Mount Taishan did not change color. Even when he was trapped by the tower, he did not have the slightest fear. At this moment, he looked at the gaze and had a pleading.
Liu Yimo and He Ling both looked at him unbearably.
The seats slowed down: "If you are willing to let go, I will go back and think of ways."
The voice did not fall, and the two swords behind Jun Yan immediately attacked him. The sand fluttered and the wind raged. Jun Yanzhi did not want to avoid it. He looked at the table and said softly: "If you rescue him, I will let you dispose of it."

Suddenly, the two swords fell on the shoulders of Jun Yan, blood burst! The black pagoda fell to the ground.
Liu Yan couldn't help but yell: "This is a plan to slow down, don't believe it!"
He Ling’s angry voice came:
Jing Shi’s brother gave up his life to save you, so you will reward him like this?

The banquet was silently silent, and the sacred tower flew in the air, and the rotation slowly grew.
Seeing the black giant tower and covering the sun like a grinding disc, a white shadow suddenly picked up from the stone and flew out to the distant mountains. Lang said: "Jun Yanzhi, Jing Shidi said a few words to me before. Regarding you, do you want to know?"
One of Jun Yan said: "What?"
"Follow me to read;!"
Jun Yanzhi looked up at the giant tower and finally caught up with He Ling.
Lu Changqing and others quickly chased, but they saw Jun Yan's pulling up He Ling's arm and turning it into a blue light, disappearing.
Liu Yanmo swallowed his mouth gently, and he was a little shivering in the cold gaze of everyone.
"Take Liu Yi Mo to lock up first, and order the arrest of He Ling." How many thoughts did the seat put on, and he screamed.
Liu Yanmo bit his lip tightly, calmly looking at the disciple who came up: "Why do you want to shut me? The door rules are not allowed to persecute the same door, did the master forget it?"
The faint look at Liu Yumo, but there is an invisible pressure slowly, and people can not afford the backbone: "There is no inconsistency, now I am not persecuting, you are determined to protect the monarch."
"The Sovereign..." Liu Yan is biting his teeth.
Wenjing is dead, Jun Yan is gone, why has everything changed overnight?
I can’t beat it at the moment, and I can’t escape. There are still a few younger brothers who are under no care...
He just couldn't bear to watch Jun Yan's being killed!
"Let's go." Wen people admired him gently.
"Give me away!" There was a cold voice in the air.
In the meantime, a gust of wind blowing in the chaos of the leaves fluttered, flying sand and stone, with the coldness of the people freezing, cold and fascinating.
Liu Yanmo’s eyes swayed, and a dark gray tall figure fell in front of him.
Master, Duan Qi?
"Song, this is my apprentice, I will teach myself." Duan Xuan's voice is like a piece of iron, tough and can not be compromised, like holding everything in his hands, no need to worry about him.
Liu Yan’s heart is warm, how many years have passed, and he is only asking for such a moment!
The seat slowed down: "Do you know the things of Jun Yan?"
"The disciples sent by the Sovereign have told me."
"...the negligence has passed, it is difficult to blame."
"I have come back to take Jun Yan's back." Duan Xuan has always been fond of nonsense, and will never bow, shortly and bluntly said, "If the Sovereign has nothing else, let me check this matter clearly, please ask Go back. If there is something wrong with Liu Yumo, there is also my master's discipline."
Lu Changqing and others have already returned, and their faces are cold and blue, and they don’t talk. At first glance, they have never caught up with Jun Yanzhi.
Xi Fang put his sleeves tiredly: "Today, go back today, and inform the other parties of the matter of Jun Yanzhi tomorrow."
"Yes."
Liu Yanmo looked down at the ground.
Inform the other factions that it is necessary to completely kill Jun Yanzhi and stop giving him a living...
Hui Shifeng used to be quiet and peaceful, and no longer returned to the readings;
He Ling stopped by a rock in the mountains.
Jun Yanzhi fell at a distance of ten steps away from him, but did not dare to ask, only looking at him motionless.
His blue shirt has long turned dark red, his face pale as paper, but it seems to be completely unconcerned. He Ling saw a little nervous look, and his heart was bored. He just wanted to say something that led him to leave. He had no time to think too much. He had to say indiscriminately: "Jing Shidi said that he... loves and falls in love with you."
The eyes of Jun Yan are red and look forward to.
He Ling’s heart sighs, this monarchy has always been cold and alienated, like a fairy who does not eat human fireworks. When did it become the current appearance of tears? In the past few days, what was the gloom that kept him out of the enchantment?
"This is the end of the matter, you must not let the brother of Jing to save you. You find a place to repair your injuries, and you will disappear!"
Jun Yanzhi stands like a tree and still refuses to leave.
"........." He Ling frowned.
"Is there still?"
"...when he left, didn't you want to take care of the big turtle?" He Ling frowned. "That big turtle is so important to him. You should look for it, don't let it die."
"... didn't say anything else?"
"Nothing." He Ling turned his head and flew in the air, and couldn't help but be a little angry. "Jing Shidi gave you life, you can do it yourself."
The farther and farther away, He Ling turned his head and looked at it. The dark red gown under the pine tree stood for a long time and was looming.
Jing Shidi... Is it really dead?
Jun Yanzhi did not know how long he had been sitting under the pine trees. In the vagueness, he only remembered that the sky was dark, and the north wind of the night was blowing and shivering. He lowered his head and thought about how warm and fresh the body of the Chinese jingle was, like a small heater in the winter. When I think about getting into God, I don’t realize that the sky is getting brighter.
Not long after, it went dark again and went back and forth.
The body seems to have been seriously injured and seems to be gradually weakening, but he does not care to sit under the pine trees.
In this way, I don’t know how long it’s been.
Suddenly, he felt something around his arm.
Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and saw a black-skinned, large-faced turtle lying under his feet, biting his trousers. He bent over and hugged the tortoise, looking at it for a long time, whispering: "He is gone, and only two of us are left."
The big turtle opened his mouth and revealed a piece of paper dampened with dampness.
Jun Yanzhi took it out of his mouth and carefully opened it.
The handwriting is difficult to distinguish, and the familiarity between the lines makes his eyes moist.
"Senior brother, scratching your heart, regret for the rest of your life. Before going to Hongfeng to retrieve a copy of the "Thunder Sword", the brothers can find in the mezzanine mezzanine of my room.
Jun Yanzhi looked at the paper and suddenly flew up.
When He Ling returned to Hui Shifeng silently, it was late at night; The stars in the sky are bleak, there is no moon, no wind, the north wind whistling, but it can't stop all the disciples from gathering in front of the door.
Liu Yimo’s first attack:
He Ling, you make it clear what this is all about.

Mo Shaoyan said: "Do you know the things of the brothers? Are you telling the patriarchs? Jing brother is dead!"
"What happened to Jing Shidi?"
"Is there any rescue in the sacred tower?"
"Wen Jing's things are not put aside for the time being," Duan Xuan slowly interrupted the disciples. "I just want to know if Jun Yan is making you and me crazy, and it hurts people who are strangers and words."

He Ling did not say a word.
"Yes, or is it not?" Duan Xuan's voice was low and cold, and it was tightly asked.
"........." He Ling glanced at him faintly.
Hui Shifeng said that there is a person who is more awkward than Duan Xuan, but also eats soft and does not eat hard, that is He Ling. When others saw that Duan Xuan was in trouble, he would shun the three houses and avoid his edge. Instead, he seemed to carelessly snoring, not soft or hard, and he was on the bar.
Both of them like to use force to decide the outcome, so it is necessary to do a sneak peek.
Liu Yanmo quickly interjected: "It looks like it was. He didn't deny it when He Ling asked him."
"Not to report early, sooner or later into a big problem!" Duan Xuan a clap of the stone, when the time cracked, broken into thousands of pieces.
All the disciples are stunned: "Master is angry!"
Liu Yan said: "The matter is here, it is useless to say it again. He Ling, we are all family, you can quickly make things clear, let the Master make his own conclusion."
He Ling sighed and said that the day when Jun Yan and Wen Jing confronted each other.
In the heart of the wall: "Is it yours to the Sect?"
He Ling slammed: "........."
Mo Shaoyan said: "How is it possible? I think it is a bit strange to hear people's feelings today."
"How strange?"
"From the very beginning, I stood next to the Sisters."
Liu Wei said: "There is a problem with smelling people. A few days ago, he went to the ancient mirror to tell us to come back, but I didn't know what happened suddenly disappeared. I finally came back last month and said that I was healing in a mountain village."
The heart of the wall said: "I think it was after he discovered it by chance that he was slandered by Jun Yanzhi. He always wanted to have problems with the monarchy. If he found it, he would not blame it."
As soon as the language came out, the disciples were filled with indignation.
"It hurts the younger brother to lose his life, and he has made Hui Shifeng into this look! Is he old?"
"I really want to teach him a lesson."
"Yes! You must kill him."