Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

Su Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the current situation at Kunlun Gate, which gave him a headache.

He has no sense of belonging to Kunlun Sect, and he chooses to stay here temporarily just for Lin Ruoxue.

Although he came with Zhao Wuji, the other party left him here and never took care of them again. Such a big thing happened to the sect and he didn't show up. Su Yan was also quite embarrassed in his heart.

But what he didn't know was that the disciples of Tianhe Mansion might not have seen their teacher for a long time. Some time ago, Zhao Wuji said he went out to collect medicine and never came back. Many disciples were also quite worried and could search everywhere.

Even within a thousand miles of Kunlun Gate, there was no sign of it.

Other disciples also discovered it, but when they thought about Zhao Wuji's strength in the Immortal Emperor Realm, they didn't take it to heart anymore. Just imagine, who in the Kunlun God Realm dares to attack the deputy head of the Kunlun Sect.

A bear's heart and a leopard's courage.

What they didn't know was that an unimaginable scene was happening in the mountains behind Kunlun Gate.

"Zhao Wuji, why are you so stubborn? What's wrong with me being the leader? I'm better than Su Canghai. Look how much trouble he has brought to the sect. All kinds of monsters and monsters have gotten in.

"

Ye Wuming looked at Zhao Wuji who said nothing, with a fierce look in his eyes. He did not expect that this old guy's bones were so hard, and he did not make a sound even when he was hit with the God Refining Whip.

Looking at Zhao Wuji, who was covered in bloodstains and looked quite miserable, Zhao Wuming frowned and felt a headache.

Ordinary artifacts on the body of the Immortal Emperor cannot cause any harm to him, but this divine whip is a top-notch artifact that is specially designed to attack the soul. Whoever can withstand the blow will not only suffer physical pain, but what is even more terrifying is that

Soul collapse.

The soul is the foundation of a person. As long as the soul is immortal, he can still survive without the body. But if the soul is destroyed, he will be completely dead.

Therefore, Ye Wuming did not expect that Zhao Wuji could be so resistant, and this also forced his plan to be postponed.

"Bah, Ye Wuming, you are an ungrateful villain. The master treats you well, but you have done such a heinous and treacherous thing. How can you have the face to face the ancestors of Kunlun Sect? You are a sinner."

Zhao Wuji was covered in wounds, and whenever he moved, the wounds would be pulled, making him look painful.

"Keep beating until he screams."

Ye Wuming loudly ordered the disciple holding the divine whip on the side to continue beating Zhao Wuji.

And the disciple did not hesitate, he whipped Zhao Wuji hard with his whip, his attack was extremely vicious, as if he had a blood feud with Zhao Wuji.

"Zhao Wuji, open your eyes and see, this is your most beloved disciple, see how he treats you as a master, hahaha..."

Ye Wuming spoke jokingly and laughed unbridled as he looked at Zhao Wuji, whose whole body was twitching from the beating.

Zhao Wuji, whose face was covered with whip marks, opened his eyes that were covered with blood, revealing a gap. He glanced sideways at the disciple who was beating him with the divine whip in his hand. His heart was full of bitterness and pain, but the latter was

He remained unmoved and continued to beat her hard.

And he kept mumbling, "Old man, I am not as good as that Su Yan, why do you have to be so nice to him? I have been with you for more than ten years, but I am not as good as a dog you raised."

"Zhao Wuji, have you seen this? This is your good disciple who you treat like your own son. He is really filial to you, hahaha."

Ye Wuming was still stimulating Zhao Wuji's nerves, adding salt to his wounds, trying to break through his psychological defense.

The disciple holding the divine whip seemed to be tired from the beating. He was holding the whip and panting violently. He turned around and said to Ye Wuming.

"Don't worry, Master Ye. I will definitely make this old guy's life worse than death. Don't worry."

That disciple looked exactly like Li Cheng, whom Su Yan had had friction with when he first entered the profession. He was Zhao Wuji's most beloved disciple and had a deep relationship with him. However, he betrayed Zhao Wuji because of Su Yan's affairs. This was too heartbreaking.

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No wonder Zhao Wuji was so heartbroken. Even the pain in his soul was far less than the pain in his heart. This Ye Wuming was really murderous and heart-wrenching.

"Ye Wuming, just give up on this idea. I will never tell you where the leader's seal is."

Zhao Wuming spat out a mouthful of blood towards Ye Wuming, which stained his robe. Ye Wuming was so angry that his veins jumped because of Zhao Wuming's words, and he roared loudly.

"That old guy Su Canghai is really blind. I, Ye Wuming, have worked hard for the Kunlun Sect for hundreds of years. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have dedicated myself to death and died. But why does that old guy just trust you? I really hate it.

"

Ye Wuming looked up to the sky and roared, startling countless birds, and then left the secret room without looking back.

Seeing this, Li Cheng picked up the whip and continued to beat Zhao Wuji, severely venting his resentment and anger.

But no one knows all this.

There was a knock on the door, and Su Yan's meditation was interrupted. He glanced at the door, a little curious as to who was coming to him at this time.

When he opened the door, he saw an inner disciple in white clothes standing at his door. His face was a little nervous and he was holding a piece of paper in his hand, which made him a little confused.

He had never seen this person before, but he seemed to be a messenger.

"Is it Senior Brother Su? Someone asked me to bring you a note."

The white-clothed disciple's voice was trembling. He held the note in both hands and handed it to Su Yan. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at him.

Su Yan took the note and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Is he that scary? He made it look like he was a big devil who would scare everyone who saw him.

When the disciple saw Su Yan taking the note, he ran away as fast as he could. It was as if he hated his parents for not giving him more legs and just wanted to get away from him, the God of Death.

Seeing this, Su Yan was quite speechless, then turned back to the room and closed the door.

Looking at the note in his hand, Su Yan was also a little curious about who gave it to him.

Then he opened the note directly, and the four big characters on it came into view, causing his face to change slightly.

"Hengduan Mountains."

These words were written on the note. He didn't realize it at first, but then he thought about it carefully and understood what it meant.

"Gu Changfan, what a good trick. You are planning to eat me to death, but your wishful thinking is destined to fail."

Su Yan had cold eyes and said to himself.

He had no intention of entering this troubled waters from the beginning.

This is not because he is ruthless, but because he knows that meddling in other people's affairs will lead to a quick death. Nowadays, Kunlun Sect is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and no one dares to say that they can escape unscathed. He has no choice but to stay out of the matter and does not want to get involved.

No one can drag him into the water unless he can't think of it himself.