Rebirth of the Urban Madman

There has never been real fairness in this world.

In the world of cultivation, it is the law of the jungle.

Ning Ziyang's eyes trembled, and Qin Xuan's words echoed in his mind.

He had heard the saying that the strong are respected countless times.

But now, he finally understood why all living beings yearn for the so-called strong.

"You two, this matter concerns a third-grade treasure, I am afraid I have wronged you!" Xu Chuan slowly stood up and said, "After searching the soul, I will make compensation, or even double the compensation!"

His eyes were dim, and the pressure of the peak of the Mahayana was faintly revealed.

Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian did not speak, but a cold and sarcastic voice sounded from the hall.

"They are my friends of Yunyang. Master, they want to search my soul for my master's Linxia affairs without asking any questions!"

"Yunyang has inherited the grace of Qingyang Sect for hundreds of years. If that's all, I, Yunyang, will accept it!"

"But now, even my friends of Yunyang are going to suffer this disaster?"

He stood up slowly, with shackles on his body, and suddenly raised his head, "Master, is this the rule of Qingyang Sect!?"

There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"My master's life and death are uncertain, and the facts are not clear, but Qingyang Sect wants to search my soul!"

"The world is not settled, and we have to pay an unknown price!"

"Is this the Qingyang Sect, not distinguishing right from wrong?"

At this moment, Ning Ziyang's eyes seemed to be burning with anger.

Since he entered the world of cultivation, he has been practicing carefully, fearing that he would suffer a sudden disaster if he was not careful.

But now, what has he gained?

He claimed that Qingyang Sect was his home, and he didn't want to go to Qingdi Palace, but Qingyang Sect treated him like this?

Ning Ziyang suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. How could a weak person have a home? How could he have a way home? In the eyes of the so-called "strong", perhaps a thought would make him have no place to go.

"How dare you!"

This word was like a raging wave. In the whole hall, many supremes and even powerful people suddenly stood up and were furious.

Even Li Ming was stunned and looked at Ning Ziyang.

He sighed, "Yunyang, don't talk nonsense, kneel down!"

He was saving Ning Ziyang. A Yuanying Zhenjun was too weak to be in the eyes of many elders.

If a supreme said this, perhaps the elders would have some contemplation, but unfortunately... Yunyang was just a Yuanying, who would care about his life or death?

If Yunyang died, Qingyang Sect would not lose anything, there were so many Yuanying disciples! ?

The overwhelming pressure was like a mountain descending, and Ning Ziyang's body was trembling faintly at this moment.

A creaking sound came from his body, and his muscles and bones were squeezed and collided, enduring this overwhelming pressure.

"How dare you!" Ning Ziyang opened his mouth, blood was faintly seeping out between his teeth, but there was a great mockery on his face, "Forget it, such a sect, it's better not to stay!"

In his eyes, a hint of coldness and arrogance emerged, as if he looked down on the whole hall.

He was also high above, and was also feared by many noble families.

He, Ning Ziyang, had also worked hard to get here throughout his life, and paid thousands of times more hardship than others.

"I, Ning Ziyang, will withdraw from the sect today!"

Every word he said was like spitting out the universe, as heavy as a billion pounds.

The next moment, he suddenly slapped his abdomen, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The merits of Qingyang Sect were all abolished at this moment, and its aura, at this moment, almost recovered to the Jindan realm, like before leaving China.

He shook his hand, and the storage ring flew out, hitting the ground with a sound.

His robe was torn into pieces by it.

This scene made everyone stunned.

Xu Chuan, Zi Yin, Lin Feng, Li Ming and others all looked at Ning Ziyang in disbelief.

In Ning Ziyang's eyes, the pupils were filled with flames.

At this moment, he was Ning Ziyang, not Yunyang.

The former China... Zhenwu Tianjun!

Qin Xuan suddenly smiled, and he looked at Ning Ziyang.

"It seems that you have made a choice!"

Ning Ziyang's face was pale, and he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a white close-fitting clothes.

"I was too ungrateful before. People go up, and water flows down."

"I, Ning Ziyang, am lucky, right?"

Ning Ziyang smiled and looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian.

"I am indeed lucky!" Mo Qinglian said indifferently.

If it weren't for her and Qin Xuan, Ning Ziyang would have died. Even if he didn't die, there would be no place for him, Ning Ziyang, to stand in the starry sky.

There are too many such things in the world of cultivation.

How many people can survive among them?

"Evil disciple, evil disciple!"

"Li Ming, look, even the disciples of Linxia are like this, let alone Linxia!"

"Hidden treasure, his disciples betrayed the sect, Li Ming, your lineage is really a genius!"

The entire Qingyang Sect was almost boiling at this moment, even if they had some pity for Ning Ziyang and others before, they immediatelySeveral people in Zhongli were also furious.

It was a great shame for a disciple to leave the sect.

How could Yunyang do this?

Lin Feng had a glimmer of ecstasy in her eyes. Ning Ziyang's behavior was exactly what she wanted.

"Yunyang, you are really the same as your master, just as stupid!"

Lin Feng sneered in her heart, her palm shook suddenly, and said: "How dare a mere Yuanying Zhenjun do this? Today, I will eliminate you, the evil disciple, for Qingyang Sect!"

She was about to take action, and at the same time, her eyes swept over Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian to prevent any accidents.

Ning Ziyang heard the words, felt the overwhelming pressure, and sneered.

"Evil disciple?"

"You are really ignorant!"

"Do you know that in our eyes, crushing you to death is just like crushing an ant to death, and even the entire Qingyang Sect is just a wisp of dust!"

He turned slightly and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Please, Ning Ziyang will repay this favor with his life in this life!"

This move made Lin Feng stagnate, and the whole hall was full of confusion.

Xu Chuan looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian with anger in his eyes.

"Evil creature, don't think that you dare to do this just because you have made friends with a few extraordinary people!"

"Even if you are a Mahayana Supreme, don't even think about leaving Qingyang Sect today!"

He was extremely angry. When he was the leader of Qingyang Sect, he had never been humiliated like this.

"Yun Yang is really crazy. Dao Jun is just an ant. Our Qingyang Sect is a third-grade sect, but it's just dust?"

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. This evil creature is too self-righteous!"

"Today, Qingyang Sect can't keep you!"

Many powerful people were furious at this moment, and Lin Feng's palm slowly fell on Ning Ziyang.

There was a roar, and smoke and dust filled the air.

A faint blood light appeared on Ning Ziyang's body.

Lin Feng's hand, in front of the blood light on Ning Ziyang's body, was like a gnat shaking a tree.

Mo Qinglian raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "Crush an ant to death?"

"Zhenwu, just crush it like an ant to death!"

She smiled and raised her finger. Suddenly, a blood hand appeared in the hall. The thumb and index finger of the blood hand directly pinched Lin Feng, as if pinching an ant.

Even before Lin Feng could resist, the two fingers suddenly crushed together.

Lin Feng, who was in the Return to Void Realm, was directly crushed into a bloody mist.

Just as Ning Ziyang and Mo Qinglian said!

Killing him is like crushing an ant!