Cangli Realm, Canglong Southern Region.

In the early morning, the sun climbed out from the top of the mountain and the light spread over the highest palace of Piaomiao Jian Pavilion.

Piaomiao Jiange ushered in a new day, and it also welcomed Wu Que's last day to stay in Jiange.

In the outer law enforcement hall, the law enforcement elder looked cold and could not see his joy or anger. He glanced at the boy wearing shackles under the hall.

"Wu Que, who attempted to steal the Bishui Divine Sword, was unforgivable for his crimes. According to the law, Ling Chi should be sentenced."

"Remembering your eight years of hardening swords at the outer sect of Jiange, you will be pardoned, abolished the Dantian, expel the disciples, and expelled from the sect."

Wu Que's face was pale, his thin and thin body trembled slightly, and he raised his head and had a little anger on his face.

When he entered Piaomiao Sword Pavilion at the age of eight, he found that he had no spiritual roots. He could only stay in the outer sect and sharpen his sword for his disciples for eight years.

Last night, Gu Chengyu, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, broke into Wu Que's residence with his law enforcement disciples.

Without saying a word, he was taken away and was locked up in the law enforcement hall for a night. The trial came this morning.

The Bishui Divine Sword is one of the magic weapons of the outer gate military camp.

The Tibetan Pavilion is strictly guarded, and he is a recognized waste for everyone.

After stealing the magic sword, does Wu Que have this ability?

Isn’t this lies with your eyes open?

The lice on the bald man's head was obviously someone else who stole the magic sword. He was just a scapegoat.

Thinking about this, Wu Que stared at the law enforcement elder Gu Chengyu.

"You stole the magic sword and let me take the blame?"

Gu Chengyu snorted coldly: "At this time, do you still dare to slander me?"

Wu Que struggled to stand up, but his shackles were heavy.

The fierce look stared at Gu Chengyu's eyes like a wild beast.

The cold voice seemed to be coming from hell, "Old man, if I have the chance, I will not die well."

Gu Chengyu was so nervous that he was staring at him that he looked away.

He picked up the disciple list on the table, crossed out Wu Que's name, and marked the small words behind his name: Wuque, theft, the plot is bad, and he was expelled from the sect.

He dared not write down Wu Que's crime of stealing the Bishui Divine Sword.

"Come, execution."

The two disciples walked up and grabbed Wu Que. Gu Chengyu stretched out his index finger, and a wisp of sword energy came out from his fingertips and pierced into Wu Que's dantian.

It hurts a lot!

Wu Que bit his lips tightly, without saying a word, and blood slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

It is a waste that cannot absorb spiritual energy.

I was originally thinking that I was working hard and keeping my sword in Piaomiao Sword Pavilion, hoping that one day I would get rewards, maybe I could still practice, or maybe I could step on the flying sword...

At this moment, all the efforts were gone, and the only hope was shattered, which was caused by Gu Chengyu.

Wu Que sat down, his anger burned in his heart, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot.

"Old dog, you must die a bad death!"

Elder Gu sneered: "I still have the strength to scold me, it seems that the judgment is a bit lighter."

"No need to expel him from the sect, throw him into the sword tomb and let him die."

It's over!

The quick talk of words completely ruined his life.

Everyone knows the terror of the sword that has been abandoned for thousands of years in Jiange. Except for the Pavilion Master and the Elders, no one dares to enter.

“Take it down.”

With the order from the Gu Elder, the law enforcement disciples untied the shackles.

The law enforcement disciple carried his arm and dragged him out of the law enforcement hall.

Before he reached the gate, Wu Que saw a young man coming into the back door of the law enforcement hall.

Humble, Wu Que heard it.

"Master, why don't you kill him?"

"Bastard! Do you think it's so easy to kill? If you sentence your disciples to death, you must report to the Elders' Hall. At that time, you will be involved in theft of the Bishui Divine Sword."

"Wait for this kid to be thrown into the sword tomb, go to the Presbyterian Church for your master and find a way to get the Birch Water Divine Sword for you."

"Master, don't kill him..."

"What do you know? He is a waste, and can he survive after entering the sword tomb?"

Wu Que understood that the person who stole the Bishui Divine Sword was actually Gu Chengyu's disciple, Liu Heng.

He was dragged away.

I don’t know if it was because of the injury or the anger, but more and more blood came out of Wu Chou’s mouth.

Half an hour later, Wu Que was dragged to the cliff behind Jiange.

Thick clouds and mists enveloped the cliff, and it was impossible to see clearly what was under the cliff.

The law enforcement disciple stopped and the tall and tall law enforcement disciple said, "Wu Que, it's not that we are cruel, we can't do anything about it. We are executing orders."

"We also know that you can't steal the Divine Sword."

"But there is no way. In the outer sect, the ancient elder is the heaven, and whatever he says is what he says."

Wu Que didn't say anything, but just smiled miserably.

"All we can do is to end your pain sooner."

Wu Que thought that these two law enforcement disciples were going to kill him.

Never thought that these two people had a wave of tricks on Wu Que.

The two disciples placed Wu Que on the ground, one grabbed the hand and the other held his feet, and exerted force at the same time. Wu Que was thrown out and his body fell towards the cliff.

I don’t know how deep it is at the bottom of the cliff. If it falls, it’s either a piece of meat pie if it’s broken.

Dead.

When he was falling, Wu Que closed his eyes.

I have been lonely since I was a child and grew up eating a hundred foods. I don’t know what my parents look like.

After finally getting the opportunity, joining Jiange is just a waste of sword sharpening.

After eight years of sharpening the sword, it was only a result of being framed.

"If there is a next life, I, Wu Que, will definitely let the shameless people in the world splatter blood three steps."

"People say that God is fair, when have you ever been fair to me?"

Resentment arose in his heart, and anger eroded his kind heart.

He is no longer the weak, kind, submissive boy.

Suddenly, Wu Que opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and a loud shout mixed with unwillingness, "The heaven is so unfair. If I am strong, the unfair heaven can be destroyed."

In the world of cultivation, who dares to roar the sky under the sky?

As he was about to die, Wu Que roared at the sky, and the domineering aura flashed away.

"Good boy, who dares to yell at the sky angrily, is worthy of being born with a domineering bone."

An old voice sounded in Wu Que's ears, and a terrifying golden sword light flew out of the abyss.

The sword light broke through the fog, wrapped around Wu Que's body, and fell into the abyss sword tomb.

Wu Que was shocked. Although he was a waste and could not practice, he knew a lot about the knowledge of practicing Taoism.

Sword energy is like sword energy, and it can kill people, but when can it be saved?

Under the cliff is a sword tomb. There are countless broken swords in the sword tomb. The remaining murderous aura is emitted, gathering together to cover the sword tomb at the bottom of the valley.

The sword energy easily breaks the murderous aura and takes Wu Que into the valley.

When it was almost at the bottom of the valley, the sword energy wrapped around Wu Que and flew into the narrow cave on the cliff.

The sword energy dissipated, Wu Que landed, and there was an old beggar-like person standing cross-legged in front of him.

The old man's snow-white hair hung down, covering him, his body drying out like a dead body.

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness."

Wu Que knelt directly and survived the disaster. This feeling is the most beautiful and happiest in the world.

"You boy is also a poor person!"

The old man's lips did not move, but made a sound.
To be continued...