After rebirth, I and the ghosts and gods hand-slashed the white moonlight

Qingya Mountain, Qingxuan Terrace, and the wails of hundreds of ghosts are breathtaking.

Lu Xueyuan's green clothes were soaked in blood, with whip marks flying around, exposing her white muscles and bones. The immortal rope on her body tightened her abdomen tightly, and seventy-two soul-breaking nails penetrated her acupuncture points, leaving bright red blood stains.

Gathering into a river beneath her.

"Tell me! When were the rules of Qingya Mountain broken?"

"Tell me! Where does the child in the womb come from?"

"Tell me! Who is the father of this child?"

Among the five major cultivating factions in the Nine Realms, the four masters are now all pointing their swords at Lu Xueyuan, and three thousand disciples are arrayed behind them, preparing to bring her to justice.

Her body was locked by the fairy rope, unable to move, but even so, she raised her proud head, and the perseverance in her eyes seemed to be able to freeze all things and never give in.

"I'm right, why should I say it?"

"Huh! You're still a tough guy! It seems like you won't be able to do it again if you don't increase the punishment!"

Master Chiye of the Chaohui Sect was holding a Fire Edge Sword in his hand, making formulas with one hand, and speaking plausibly. Then the rope that bound the immortal around Lu Xueyuan suddenly became shorter, and her internal organs seemed to be cramping and peeling off her bones.

"Ah!" A shrill cry echoed through Qingyuntai.

A trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Lu Xueyuan's mouth, and the look he looked at Chi Ye became more and more terrifying, as if he could carve a hole in his body. Although he could not move, he firmly protected his abdomen, unwilling to

Life is a little slippery.

"What's wrong with liking someone?"

Even in all kinds of pain, she still refused to give in.

The rules of the Qingyashan and Chen sects, the largest sects in the world of cultivating immortals, are that cultivators are not allowed to have feelings, let alone make a private lifelong commitment to marry a wife and have children, otherwise they will lose all their skills, fall into Qingxuan Terrace, and lose their souls.

Lu Xueyuan has lived here for thirteen years. Although his qualifications are mediocre, he was raised by his master. He is proud and must avenge his enemies.

As long as she thinks it is right, she will defend it to the death, even if she is cut to pieces, she will never give in.

At this moment, she was a piece of fish on a plate and could only be slaughtered.

She firmly believes that she is not wrong and they are not worthy of judging her. If she is really wrong, there is only one person in the world who can judge her.

That person was none other than the master who raised her, loved her, and protected her for thirteen years, Bai Muchen.

Suddenly, a burst of jasmine fragrance blew by, and a man in white, holding a jade sword in his hand, walked slowly towards her through the dust.

The three thousand disciples all jumped for joy, "Master! It's Master! Master is back!"

Immediately, the four masters all turned back.

"Mu Chen, why did you come back early today?"

If they didn't know that he was coming down the mountain, how could they dare to torture Lu Xueyuan even if it was a catastrophic disaster?

He is known to love this female disciple.

Bai Muchen ignored it, his eyes fell on Lu Xueyuan who was kneeling on the ground, and he didn't look away for even a moment.

Lu Xueyuan's stubbornness just now seemed to have found an outlet and disappeared. Although her eyes were filled with grievances and unwillingness, they also revealed joy, like the darkness that could not be broken through finally waited for her own light.

"Master!" At this moment, a pretty female disciple ran forward and stood in front of her.

"Master, Lu Xueyuan committed a crime, had an affair with someone and was pregnant with a child! The four masters are in the criminal trial, and she still uttered arrogant words and vowed not to fight to the death!"

This female disciple was Wan Qiqiu, the daughter of a wealthy businessman who had failed to frame Lu Xueyuan several times and only wanted her to die.

The news of her pregnancy was informed by Wan Qiqi to other masters.

Bai Muchen glanced at the female disciple and replied coldly: "I know."

Wan Qiqi looked unhappy, but did not dare to say anything and glared at her fiercely.

Bai Muchen walked up to her and looked at the bright red bloodstains on her body, pitiful and pitiful.

His hand holding the Yu Bing Sword suddenly tightened, and there was a sharp sound, and suddenly a cold light mixed with the sword's intention fell on her head.

Lu Xueyuan never imagined that Bai Muchen would point the Jade Bing Sword at him.

Her wide-open pupils trembled slightly, and her tears fell instantly. She seemed to be in disbelief and said, "Master, I am Yuan'er!"

Bai Muchen remained unmoved, but Wan Qiqi behind him couldn't help laughing.

"Lu Xueyuan, you are about to die today, and you still want to ask the master for protection. What a wishful thinking!"

"Wan Qiqi! Shut up! Given time, I will make you pay for what you said today!"

"Lu Xueyuan!"

"You are stubborn! You have wasted thirteen years of my careful teachings, and yet you have done such an act of betrayal and treason!"

Bai Muchen's voice was as cold as an ice cellar, and every word was heartbreaking.

"Master, have you forgotten? It's not me...it's not..."

Lu Xueyuan's eyes were bloodshot, her eyes were bright red, and tears burst out of her eyes. She still did not believe that these words came from the master's mouth.

The Master she knew was definitely not like this.

"Obstacle! From today on, we will sever all ties between you and me. Don't call me Master again!"

After Bai Muchen finished speaking, a sword light flashed across his body. Lu Xueyuan's abdomen was injured by the sword energy, and blood immediately flowed from his body.

Pick off her bones, peel off her flesh and blood, and now even her children must be killed with your own hands!

She finally understood why she never saw him again after that night. It turned out that she had already hated herself to this point.

Lu Xueyuan looked up to the sky and smiled, looked at the person in front of him fiercely, and said with righteous indignation:

"You claim to be from a well-known and upright family and cultivate the path of immortality. You say you want to punish evil and promote good, and heal the weak and eliminate adultery, but you torture a weak woman to this extent! If cultivating immortals means cutting off love, being ruthless and unjust, then what is the difference between immortals and demons?

What’s the difference?!”

There was a smile on her lips, but a cold light shone in her eyes.

"Bai Muchen! From now on, I will never drag you down again! There is no more master-disciple relationship between you and me!"

After speaking, Lu Xueyuan climbed up from the ground with difficulty, looked at the people in front of him, his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and said word by word: "I will remember everyone in Qingya Mountain clearly! Sooner or later, I will let him

You have paid a thousand times the price for what you did today!"

"Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!!!"

In an instant, she used all her strength to detonate the fairy binding rope, and all the countless black hair turned white.

The three thousand disciples looked at each other indifferently, while Wan Qiqiu had a smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with meaning.

The expressions of all the five masters changed and they were ready to step forward to suppress him.

Master Chiye's immortal rope was broken and he became furious and threatened to break her into powder.

Bai Muchen just looked at her coldly, like a puppet on strings, without any disturbance.

Lu Xueyuan didn't wait for the other masters to take action, and quickly ran to the Qingxuan Platform, jumped off the cliff, and jumped off the cliff.

Suddenly, the ink clouds surged, the wind roared, and huge raindrops fell from the sky, washing away the blood-stained ground.

Qingxuan Terrace was originally a place of punishment. The cliffs were covered with bones and bones. If you fell down from the platform, your soul would be shattered and you would definitely die.

Lu Xueyuan jumped down without hesitation.

If there is an afterlife, she will never fall in love with such a ruthless and unjust person like Bai Muchen again. She will definitely cut into pieces the person who bullied her and forced her to death today. She will fight with pride and courage.

Cultivation has reached the highest level, and everyone here today will be trampled under his feet.