Mrs. Wu Tan is an extremely cold and charming woman. At first glance, she looks like a twenty-eight-year-old girl. A coldness seeps out from the bone marrow, and a layer of coldness hangs on her beautiful little face.
It was like frost, making the dozens of disciples following her tremble. Even Mrs. Gelsemium felt a little uneasy when she saw her cold face.
The clothing style is very different from other disciples of Wanhua Sect.
Mrs. Wu Tan's dress is extremely conservative, a bit like an old concubine in the palace who has been widowed for hundreds of years after the emperor's husband died.
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Her long hair was spread neatly behind her back, and she was wearing a thick black palace dress. The collar was raised high, almost covering her entire long neck. The wide sleeves of the robe were hanging down, and the sleeves of the robe were fluttering.
Almost hanging to the ground.
All over her body, except for her little snow-white face, Mrs. Wu Tan didn't even show any of her fingers.
Moreover, unlike the other disciples of the Wanhua Sect, her whole body seemed to be soaked in spices, with a strong fragrance that hit her nostrils. Her body did not have any miscellaneous smells such as sachets or sachets, only a cold and harsh smell like a winter glacier.
chill.
Mrs. Gelsemium smiled brightly.
Mrs. Wu Tan glanced at her coldly, and shook her head slightly without a smile: "Yao Ying, there is no need to worry too much... You are such a big person, your own cultivation is sufficient, and there are a few old maids following you.
What could happen?"
"The Fallen Angel Whip is not moving at all?"
"Is there any noise underground?"
"Are those bald thieves in the back mountain still honest? Is there anyone who can't bear the inner demons and turns to our sect?"
Waiting for Mrs. Gelsemium to recover, Mrs. Wu Tan asked herself again: "The ancestors are still a little interested in these thieves... The inner demon tribulation will continue, but there is no need to suffer too much. In any case, give Hanyue Temple
Leave some seeds, but don’t let them get too free.”
"Anyway, you have to grasp the sense of proportion here."
Mrs. Gelsemium responded obediently and accompanied Mrs. Wutan with a smile to invite Mrs. Wu Tan to her residence to have a rest and wash away the dust and clouds.
Mrs. Wu Tan shook her head and said calmly: "There is no time to rest. How many disciples are there in Hanyue Temple now?"
Mrs. Gelsemium was stunned: "Sister, are you asking?"
Mrs. Wu Tan lowered her eyelids, glanced at a group of handsome monks in the distance who were looking around, and said calmly: "How many of the little thief Bald in Hanyue Temple are above the golden lotus cultivation level?"
Mrs. Gelsemium blinked her eyes and replied cautiously: "I don't know the specific number, but probably...a hundred years ago, there were tens of millions of Hanyue Temple disciples. But, as you know, senior sister, the cultivation level of these young monks is sometimes high.
Sometimes it's low... some young monks who have already reached the Golden Lotus Blooming and Condensing Dao Realm are treated too harshly by their disciples, and their cultivation level drops again. There are many cases like this."
After a dry laugh, Mrs. Gelsemium murmured in a low voice: "How many kinds of disciples above the Golden Lotus realm do they have now? Millions of them? Probably some..."
Mrs. Wu Tan snorted coldly: "Draw Hanyue Temple disciples who are above 300,000 kinds of golden lotus, and then select one million inner sect disciples from our own disciples... We join forces with the second wave of the Barbarian King Palace's fleet to expedition to the extreme
Holy Heaven.”
A faint light flashed in her eyes, and Mrs. Wu Tan said calmly: "Select from the disciples who have been staying in Hanyue Temple these days. Please explain your words to them more clearly... about fighting to the death, let those rough guys in the Barbarian King's Palace
Let’s go and fight… My disciples should all be smarter.”
"The news coming back from the Supreme Holy Heaven is very bad. The first wave of disciples sent out by the twelve sects together suffered heavy casualties. The old man Blood God and the others also lost several clones... I really don't know what they are.
What the hell are you doing? They are just a bunch of old losers."
"However, it's okay. If they knock down the Holy Heaven, there will be no chance for our sect to reap benefits... You should explain clearly to the selected disciples that the benefits are necessary, but... your own life
It's important. I don't need to teach you how to get benefits from those stupid men?"
Mrs. Gelsemium smiled sweetly and nodded gently.
Mrs. Wutan snorted softly, and a dark cloud surged under her feet, turning into a dark night-flower. She was carried straight up into the sky, parting the pink evil cloud, and went straight to the core of the evil cloud formed by the energy of desire.
.
The Fallen Angel Whip was quietly suspended here, slowly swallowing evil clouds. On the exquisite whip body, strange pink lines were looming. As soon as Mrs. Wu Tan approached, these lines suddenly released large rays of light.
Among them, countless indescribable figures of men and women intertwined like grass snakes fighting suddenly appeared.
The terrifying evil force silently enveloped the land for several miles around. Mrs. Wu Tan was involved in the evil force. A large red cloud suddenly appeared on her cold and serious face like an iceberg, and a thick red glow suddenly appeared in her cold and ruthless eyes.
steam.
Her body shook, a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth, and more than 30% of her blood essence was lost in an instant.
A master who has half-stepped into the void realm, his blood essence is extremely strong. Compared with ordinary mortals, the concentration is more than a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even a hundred thousand times more?
Thirty percent of the essence and blood evaporated out of thin air, Mrs. Wu Tan's face turned pale, and her two red lips shriveled up.
Madam Wu Tan gritted her teeth, spoke a command spell, formed a seal with her hands, and slowly grabbed the Fallen Angel Whip.
Her ten fingers sprayed out wisps of strange light that made people shake their hearts and haunt their souls. She grasped the Fallen Angel Whip with both hands firmly. The Fallen Angel Whip flashed again, and there was a large gap between Mrs. Wu Tan’s hands and the Fallen Angel Whip.
The light exploded, circles of evil force rolled around, and Mrs. Wu Tan's ten fingers were broken at the same time.
Mrs. Wu Tan grunted in pain, her cold and stern eyes filled with fierceness: "You have enjoyed the support of our sect for so many years, and you are still so unruly, what use do you have? If you are really my sect, there is nothing I can do to you, right?"
"
The entire body of the Fallen Angel's Whip suddenly dimmed in light, and then another bright light flashed through.
Mrs. Wu Tan did not forcefully resist this time. She took two steps back, and a sharp ghost cry came out from her sleeves. A body was pale, only the size of a fist, but a pair of sharp black horns were about a foot long, emitting a monstrous light.
The ferocious goat skull flew out of his sleeves, opened his mouth, and dozens of black lightning fell on the fallen angel whip.
The Fallen Angel's Whip exploded throughout its body and exploded countless strange human body illusions, and black electric light swirled around the Fallen Angel's Whip.
A low hissing sound came from the body of the Fallen Angel's Whip. Its light suddenly converged, and all external signs disappeared. Mrs. Wu Tan snorted coldly, and carefully grabbed the Fallen Angel's Whip with both hands.
A pink divine light gushed out from the Fallen Angel's Whip, constantly washing over Mrs. Wu Tan's hands.
Her broken fingers healed quickly, and her lost energy also recovered quickly.
The surrounding evil clouds were continuously absorbed by the Fallen Angel Whip, turning into strands of ambiguous warm air and injected into Mrs. Wu Tan's body. Mrs. Wu Tan let out a low groan and nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, very good... follow me.
, naturally with your infinite good fortune, are you afraid that the seven emotions and six desires inspired by so many female disciples in our sect cannot satisfy you?"
"Except for my Wanhua Sect and Yuan Lingtian, where else is there a sect that is so compatible with you?"
The pale goat skull flew back to Mrs. Wu Tan's sleeve, and the Fallen Angel's Whip flashed with a flash of water without comment, allowing Mrs. Wu Tan to carry it and slowly descend from the cloud of evil.
Lady Gelsemium was still standing there waiting.
Seeing the Fallen Angel Whip in Mrs. Wutan's hand, Mrs. Gelsemium exclaimed: "As expected of the head sister, you still have to do it yourself... Hey, my little sister has been in charge of Hanyue Temple for so many years, and she has also tried to communicate with him.
Communication resulted in the loss of countless essences and blood, and wasted a lot of practice... Tsk!"
Mrs. Wu Tan smiled indifferently and said quietly: "So, in their secular world, those emperors, generals and ministers who like to say a word about magical weapons are the ones who are virtuous and talented... It makes sense."
Mrs. Gelsemium opened her mouth, looked at the grumbling Mrs. Wu Tan, smiled dryly and nodded repeatedly: "Senior Sister, what you said couldn't be more reasonable... Of all our sisters, you, Senior Sister, are the most precious about this treasure."
Virtue and talent match each other!"
Madam Wu Tan stopped talking, and headed straight for the mountain behind Hanyue Temple with dozens of accompanying disciples.
Then, they saw the empty wooden houses and thatched cottages in the back mountain.
"Where are the people?" Mrs. Wutan's eyes widened: "Where are those little thief Bald? Why aren't any of them here? Didn't I tell you, even if it means delaying their practice and torturing their Zen mind... don't do it?
That’s too much!”
"Where is this person? Is it possible that he was summoned by those little girls to do coolies?" Mrs. Gelsemium also looked at the empty forest with a stupid look on her face, turned around suddenly, and hissed at the group of female disciples who were following behind her.
He yelled and scolded them and ordered them to find someone quickly.
No one believed that all the handyman monks at Hanyue Temple had run away.
They only thought that some female disciples had called these unlucky monks out to do hard labor again.
However, after all, the ancestors of their Wanhua Sect had an oath with the old abbot of Hanyue Temple, and the true inheritance of Hanyue Temple cannot be destroyed... Even if they call on the handyman monks to do their work on weekdays, in this mountain forest
There are always a group of monks staying here to meditate, chant sutras and make offerings to the Buddha, so they won’t take away all the people!
"These disciples are getting worse and worse... they are too spoiled. We should pick out a few unlucky ones, kill them for posterity, and punish them severely." Mrs. Wu Tan looked at them expressionlessly.
Mrs. Gelsemium: "Before we leave for the Holy Heaven, we should clear up the rules in the house. Otherwise, if we take them out, we will be in trouble again if we offend some old monsters."
Mrs. Gelsemium responded obediently.
The two of them stopped talking and just stood there quietly waiting for the news.
After a long time, a group of female disciples in charge ran back panting, their eyes widened, and they reported back to Madam Wu Tan with a pale face: "Master, we have used countless disciples to search the front and back mountains...
Those handyman monks... handyman monks..."
"Everyone is gone!" A female disciple in charge trembled and suddenly knelt on the ground.
She is responsible for supervising these handyman monks, and she handles the daily tests such as the inner demon tribulation that are given to the handyman monks.
The handyman monks disappeared.
She has to shoulder the blame!
Mrs. Wu Tan looked at the disciple in charge who was kneeling on the ground with an expressionless face, and gave Mrs. Gelsemium a sideways glance: "After thorough investigation, if you can't find anyone, go and explain to the ancestor yourself. You passed on the true story of her old friend."
All the disciples played to death..."
While speaking, Madam Wu Tan raised her whip and whipped it down, smashing the kneeling female disciple's body into pieces, leaving only a pink soul floating in the air blankly.
