When Xue Zhengyong heard the words, someone from another sect next to him stood up angrily: "Can you shut up at the top of life and death?! Your disciples have violated the taboo of cultivation in the world of cultivation. Logically, your sects should be broken into the sect immediately! Now there is no time to argue with you, but can you have some self-knowledge?"

"Xue Zhengyong! Are you still talking for him? Don't be in the same group as him!"

There are buzzing people around.

Whether it is a sect or a family, it is often like this. One person becomes a god, and the chicken and dog rise to heaven. But once one person does something unforgivable, the entire sect or family will be regarded as a treacherous demon cave.

"This is a measure of sin, not a judgment of punishment." Mu Yanli was light and did not judge the top of life and death. "Sect Master Xue doesn't need to be in a hurry. After measuring sin, he will lose his merits. The final conclusion is to offset the merits and demerits."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Mo Ran again, her voice cold: "Continue to commit suicide."

"I... used to... deceive my master... and destroy my ancestors..."

"Bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"

This is confusing.

But Mo Ran felt his heart burned like fire.

The deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors was his crime in his previous life. This crime water would crush the serious crime he committed in his previous life from his throat!

But he didn't want to say... he didn't want to say! Do you want him to tell me how he humiliated Chu Wanning in his previous life under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes?

Prison him as a forbidden property and marry him as a concubine.

He insulted his pride and finally killed him.

He doesn't want to say it.

He felt that he could not live, but Chu Wanning's years were still long.

Chu Wanning is the spirit of the divine wood, with the purest spiritual energy and extraordinary talent. He hopes that Chu Wanning can go on well and will eventually ascend to the Tao and become an immortal class, and will no longer have to suffer the pain of reincarnation or the pain of love.

His master is so good and so clean.

He wants to protect him...

We must never let everyone feel that they have something to do or have something to do.

We must never make everyone think that Chu Wanning is dirty and is stained with the sins and fishy sweetness of the immortal king.

He wants to protect him.

Protect him...

A handful of fire was still burning in the abdomen, and the pain was so heartbroken. Mu Yanli was vaguely heard in his ears asking coldly: "What does it mean to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors?"

He doesn't say it, he doesn't say it.

His fingertips were rubbing and bleeding on the thick gravel ground, and his forehead was shattered red. He was hunched over and panting heavily, like a fish dying on the river beach...

He won't say it.

Resisting to sue the sin is the same as resisting the Tianwen. As long as you grit your teeth, you will always be able to endure it.

He was in the questioning of Tianyin Pavilion, and everyone was struggling in their eyes and wailing like trapped beasts. This torture was too deep, and ordinary people could not even bear the Tianwen interrogation, and this was a hundred and a thousand times more painful than Tianwen interrogation.

He felt that his stomach and intestines were tightened, torn, and twisted by an invisible pair of hands. The mottled sores were flooded with salt water, which made him feel sores and his wrist bones were pierced.

Mu Yanli's voice seemed so far away, as if it came from across the ocean.

"What is the so-called deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?!"

He didn't say that, he bit his tongue and his lips, with blood in his mouth, but he didn't cry.

Just like being locked in a dog's cage for seven days.

He doesn't cry.

His tears will only be the laughing stock of the spectators.

No one will have mercy, and he does not care about the mercy of these people.

Even if the pain is so painful that it is so painful that it is heartbroken, you have to endure it.

Mu Yanli was still questioning condescendingly: "What have you done to Chu Wanning?"

It hurt so much that in the end it felt hallucinating.

He was stunned to see Chu Wanning ascend to an immortal after a hundred years. He was still as white as snow, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a radiant spirit. When he didn't smile, his eyes were sharp, but when he smiled, his sharpness changed, and he became the gentleness of a lake and a sea.

"No..."

Mu Yanli was stunned for a moment, and opened his red lips lightly: "What?"

Mo Ran's throat was crushed, extremely hoarse: "I said it wrong, I have never...I haven't...I've deceived the teacher..."

I raised my eyes, bloodshots spread across my body, but my pupils were bright.

"Destroy the ancestor!"

The words are broken.

"..." Mu Yanli's face didn't know what kind of expression seemed to be, and there seemed to be a hint of shock, and there seemed to be a hint of confusion, but she was too cold, and the astonishment and confusion were soon frozen into ice. She paused and said, "Continue to commit sin."

Mo Ran coughed blood, his lungs seemed to be shattered, and he had a turbid and fishy smell when he breathed.

He lay on the ground, and after the huge pain of the confession water passed, his whole body was soaked, his face pale as paper, his cheeks were against the ground, his hair stained on his cheeks, and he was gasping.

Mu Yanli couldn't help but step forward half a step forward.

She stared at him: "Continue to commit guilt."

"No sin..." Mo Ran closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Ke Chen."

Mu Yanli ordered a disciple to take a little blood from Mo Ran, and then apply it on the Linglong weight. The weight was engraved with three small seal scripts "My destiny" to measure the person's merits.

She threw the weight into the scales.

The scales are floating slowly, and except Mo Ran, everyone is watching the golden pointer-

"Soul-shattering"... is still "Soul-shattering"...

The pointer is moving all the time.

Crush the soul.

But there is no circle that can shatter the soul.

Xue Meng held the Longcheng scimitar on his knees, his face looked extremely ugly. He stared at the Libra. He tried to straighten his waist, because he knew that if it collapsed, he would be afraid that it would be difficult to straighten it.

He shook slightly, and at this moment his palm was even colder than the black iron in Longcheng.

Mu Yanli looked at the golden magic scale without blinking, and the pointer moved slowly and slowly, moving in the field of "Soul Crushing", almost tending to be forbidden.

She brushed her sleeves and said lightly: "Okay, it seems that the overall situation has already..."

"It's still moving."

"Young Master Xue..."

Xue Meng stared at her, he was talking, although his voice was trembling violently, even though he didn't know whether he was right or wrong in doing so.

"The pointer is still moving."

Mu Yanli said: "It's almost stopped."

"Then wait for it to stop."

Mu Yanli looked at him.

After a while, a cold and sarcastic smile appeared on her face: "Okay, then wait for it to stop."

The sun was so terrible that a layer of ash smoke floated on the grilled gravel floor.

They waited, and everyone looked at the pointer, waiting for it to stop. But strangely, the pointer has not settled for a long time--

It seemed that it could not determine how Mo Weiyu should make a decision. It was swaying, hesitatingly leaning towards the place where he was relieved, slowly, little by little.

Mu Yanli seemed to have never encountered such a situation. She stopped talking, putting her yellow clothes on the ground, quietly waiting for the verdict of Shenwu Libra.

Xue Meng's knuckles turned white, and he stared at the needle tightly. It seemed that the person who was about to arbitrate was not Mo Weiyu's life alone, but the years when he and Mo Ran had known each other.

From being disdain to being disgusted, from being disdain to accept, from being accepted to being recognized.

Was it wrong at the beginning, or was it wrong at the end of the "Brother"?

He doesn't know.

He stared at the needle, and his helpless heart was only when he stared at the needle.

Don't stop.

Please.

Keep going forward, look, it's still a little bit...

No matter how wrong that guy was, he also shattered the spirit core and retreated thousands of troops.

How can I be sentenced to death?

How could he crush his soul...

A little bit. A little bit more.
To be continued...