Chapter 592

When they heard the voice, they turned back and changed their faces at the same time.

In an instant, someone first reacted and shouted, "it's the prince of the demon family!"

The whole mourning hall turned into a pot of porridge in an instant.

No one knows how he got into the mountain unconsciously.

There are so many immortals, but none of them noticed the difference.

It can be seen that in just a few days, he has made great progress in his spiritual power.

Soon, a group of disciples surrounded Jing Lan with swords. They didn't dare to come forward easily. They had to keep alert.

Jing Lan looked at the memorial tablet in front of the mourning hall and said coldly, "I didn't kill the leader!"

He is much calmer now than that night.

Among them, some immortals denounced "recklessness! Shu mountain disciples saw you enter the leader's bedroom with their own eyes. That night, the leader was pierced in the throat by a sword. How dare you argue? "

Another immortal said, "you just have a grudge. It's our fault to get rid of the leader. You didn't find out earlier, so you can take advantage of this evil barrier!"

"Yes! Kill him and avenge the leader! "

I don't know who took the lead. The disciples raised their swords and shouted in one voice, "kill him! Kill him! Avenge the leader! "

Jinglan didn't care about other people's remarks. A pair of deep eyes looked at Zhen Xi and asked, "master, can you believe me?"

Zhen Xi didn't speak, but she was anxious and angry.

Whether he killed or not, he should not appear at this moment!

Unable to find out the answer, Jing Lan continued to ask, "master, do you think I killed people?"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, she still didn't speak.

Jing Lan's eyes darkened in an instant. He wanted to get close to Zhen Xi. Just as he took a step, all the disciples drew their swords to each other, and more people protected Zhen Xi in front of him.

Seeing this, Jing Lan frowned slightly, the cold light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, raised her hand, brought a gust of wind, and easily overturned a large row of disciples.

The disciples fell to the ground, as if they had suffered a heavy internal injury and could not stand up anyway.

The rest of the disciples immediately trembled with fear, and their swords couldn't be held stably. They surrounded Jinglan but didn't dare to approach, and even had the idea of shrinking back.

Jing Lan approached Zhen Xi step by step. Wherever he went, the wind roared. His ink robe flew with the wind, and his long hair danced. He was fierce, like a crazy devil. Anyone under his eyes became a mole ant that can be crushed to death.

All the immortals ordered in unison, "come on! Get him! Don't let him near! "

Those disciples did not dare to disobey the order, so they dared to come forward one after another. Before they could get close to Jinglan, they were caught in a gust of wind whirlpool, hovered like a flag in the air, and then hit the ground heavily.

One by one, their faces were pale and dizzy. They threw up on the ground, and the whole mourning hall was in chaos.

Seeing that a group of disciples were defeated before the war, the immortals urged their spiritual power and decided to go to battle in person.

At this time, Zhen Xi, who had not spoken, suddenly roared, "evil disciple, I have expelled you from the school. How dare you break into Shu mountain without permission!"

Jing Lan's footsteps gave a pause and looked at her incredulously, "master, don't you believe me?"

"Don't believe it!"

The woman's short two words once again trampled on Jing Lan's already fragmented heart.

The immortals had never had such a tacit understanding as now, and almost rushed to Jinglan at the same time.

But the dark figure suddenly flashed in front of me, and Jinglan, who had been surrounded by the crowd, suddenly disappeared without a trace.