"Who said that immortals are aloof and don't eat the fireworks of the world? Even if they are immortals, they still want to save face!"
Outside the Jiuwei Mountain Immortal Sect, Feng Bingwen was sitting on the Yunlong chariot, looking at the mountains, rivers and land retreating rapidly behind him. He was in a good mood and couldn't help but sigh.
Although he had expected it, things developed more smoothly than he imagined. The immortals of Jiuwei Mountain asked him to take care of the face of his sect and the self-esteem of his young disciples, and others agreed to their request.
There are many factors affecting this, such as the fact that the owner of the Thirty-Six Kong Cave left by the founder of their family’s sect has been confirmed, Feng Bingwen’s identity, and the property they obtained from Shinto not long ago.
Big benefit.
The combination of various factors finally led the immortals of Jiuwei Mountain to make a decision that seemed a bit unbelievable, and in some respects could even be called a decision to deceive one's master and destroy one's ancestors.
"A bunch of unfilial descendants!"
In Feng Bingwen's heart, a somewhat angry old voice sounded. The development of the matter was somewhat beyond his expectation. He asked this kid to bring out such a large thirty-six suspended fairy islands. Can you think of it?
No matter what, it was left by their ancestor. As a result, a mere Taoist disciple of Taishang Dao ran over and made a request, and they agreed. They also cooperated in using blind methods to deceive their true disciples, hollowing out the fairy island and destroying it.
The baby was stuffed into that boy's blessed place.
"How can you criticize Senior Jiuweishan so much? This is their gift to me!"
Feng Bingwen, who had gained a huge advantage, was naturally helping the group of immortals to speak, and while he was speaking, a part of his mind inevitably separated and fell into his barren blessed land.
Thirty-six islands of similar size were seen floating on the vast land with a radius of thousands of miles, casting large shadows on the ground, attracting many humans living in the central area to stop and watch, with longing in their eyes.
There are so many islands suddenly appearing in the sky, and they are floating among the clouds and sky without any tendency of falling. This is obviously beyond their knowledge and understanding, but they who have been in contact with immortals can naturally blame everything they do not understand.
Above the magical power of the immortals.
Under such a premise, those mortals can't help but have beautiful fantasies about those suspended fairy islands in the sky, imagining that they can meet their needs - there is no need to worry about the absolute safety of wild beast attacks, a mild climate like spring all year round,
Fertile fields where you can fill your stomach just by picking whatever you pick.
The beautiful fantasies of mortals are often limited to their own cognition, and such humble and careful beautiful imaginations, when passed down through word of mouth, suddenly evolved into various legends and stories!
These human races on the other side, who were born in a ruined land and struggled to survive, faced things they had never seen before on this barren land, and for the first time they had the desire to fly!
And their motivation to fly into the sky is also very simple, that is, to land on the fairy island, and then live a beautiful and comfortable life as described in the story!
Naturally, Feng Bingwen didn't know that the opportunity he had gained just existed and had not exerted any influence on the outside world, but it had given rise to huge ambitions among a group of humans.
Because Feng Bingwen paid little attention to these human races, he did not take good care of these human races from the other side. Instead, he arranged a harsh living environment for them that was almost the same as in the wilderness, just to ensure that their bloodline could continue.
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This is naturally extremely cruel to those alien races who have to fight wild beasts to obtain survival resources in a barbaric environment in order to survive.
But Feng Bingwen still turned a blind eye. He could give these humans the method of cultivation and guide them when they needed guidance, but he would never be like a nanny who would not tolerate any harm to them.
"It's so desolate!"
Feng Bingwen's attention, with his will sinking into the blessed land, naturally fell on the Thirty-Six Kongdong, which was different from the many unique fairyland scenes he saw at the gate of Jiuwei Mountain.
At this time, the Thirty-six Kongdong was just thirty-six bare rocks hanging in the air. Not to mention the number, even there was no grass at all. It looked particularly miserable in appearance. The only thing about it was its sheer size.
Worthy of praise.
Although the immortals of Jiuwei Mountain were particularly easy to talk to and agreed with him to take Thirty-Six Kongdong away, they did not give him even a piece of turf and kept them all.
Just as they had agreed at the beginning, he took away the inside while Jiuwei Mountain left the empty shell on the outside. Those were the resources that Jiuwei Mountain had specially concentrated in order to cultivate true disciples, and they could no longer be given to him.
Feng Bingwen, who had taken away all the lining, naturally couldn't have any other opinions. If it wasn't just a layer of scratches, it was fine. He had enough time to slowly build a new layout.
"What a pity!"
Just looking at the somewhat bare Thirty-Six Kong Cave and the still slightly empty land below, Feng Bingwen still felt a little bit of a headache. He looked at the splendid land that was rapidly receding under him, and directly wiped it out.
I have thoughts that I shouldn’t have.
In the era of chaos and disorder, there was a group of powerful immortals who, after opening up their blessed land, would use their great supernatural powers to cut off the earth's veins, seal off the dragon veins, and move all the famous mountains and rivers into their blessed land in order to enrich their own blessed land.
But such good things naturally came to an end with the rise of the human race, the occupation of the Nine Continents, and the establishment of order by many sages of the human race.
Anyone who dares to do this kind of thing that harms the interests of his descendants and supports himself is an enemy of the human race. No matter who he is, what his identity is, or what his outstanding status and contribution are, the sages of the human race can kill him.
However, there are not loopholes that can be exploited in such rules. For example, if something like this happens outside the Nine Continents of the Human Race, the Sages of the Human Race will not be able to control it.
Of course, if you do this kind of thing of exterminating your descendants, you have to be prepared to be hunted down. If you really move it casually, you will be in trouble.
"I wonder what the paradise opened up by the devil looks like?"
Nothing in the house can be touched. If you cross the red line, you will be targeted by the sages of the human race. Although most of the sages who ushered in a new era for the human race have died, and some have already entered reincarnation.
But there are still some who are still alive in the world. If nothing else, Feng Bingwen knows that the famous Martial Ancestor has been lying in the coffin, in a very special state, and is the top existence of the human race to deter the Martial Ancestor.
Many monks and even foreign races know that this Martial Ancestor, who opened up a new practice system for the human race, is no longer at the peak of his past, and even has to sleep to maintain his will.
However, even so, as long as Martial Ancestor is still alive, as long as his chest is still heaving, those aliens who were once expelled from their ancient habitats by the human race are still gnashing their teeth in secret, eager to take back everything they once owned.
If you can, you can only grit your teeth.
Feng Bingwen has always admired and yearned for such sages and powerful men, and sometimes he couldn't help but imagine how one day he would step into the realm of the Martial Ancestor and look down upon all races, how wanton and fun he would be.
"It should be of some benefit!"
Feng Bingwen muttered, among the famous mountains and rivers outside Jiuzhou, as long as he has the ability, he can do it at will. As long as he can run back, not only will he be fine, but his own sages will also have to protect him.
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"Shen Bei! This is your new residence!"
The middle-aged steward dressed in blood red led Feng Bingwen's incarnation into a somewhat elegant second-entry courtyard.
"May I ask, Mr. Steward, am I the only one in this courtyard? Are there no other classmates?"
Feng Bingwen asked curiously.
"Haha, since you were promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, your treatment will naturally be different from before. This courtyard is your residence alone!"
The thin face of the steward of the Corpse King's Palace looked slightly kind, but in an instant his face became solemn and his expression became a little stern.
"However, although the welfare of the inner disciples has been greatly improved, there are still many rules that need to be followed. I must remind you that private fights are strictly prohibited among the inner disciples. If someone falls for no reason, even if there is no
The evidence in the sect will be vigorously pursued, which is different from what you found in the outer sect!"
"I know these rules, thank you steward for reminding me!"
Feng Bingwen smiled. He knew that in order to collect good deeds a few days ago, he killed a lot of people in the mountain where the outer disciples lived. So after he was promoted, the bad reputation he gained from the outer disciples followed him.
"It's good to know. You'd better not bring those bad habits you have into the inner door!"
The middle-aged steward glanced at the pale and thin young man in front of him, and he had heard a little bit about what this inner disciple who had just been promoted had done.
The total number of new outer sect disciples recruited by their Corpse King Hall this time was less than three hundred, but only ten days had passed, and only half of this batch of disciples were left, only a little over a hundred.
Such a rate of loss was not unprecedented in history, but it was extremely rare. At least, this was the first time he had seen it in his long career as a steward.
Although there is no definite evidence, those in the Law Enforcement Hall suspect that half of the eliminated outer disciples are this young man who does not look amazing, looking for all kinds of outrageous excuses to kill them.
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This is a maniac who has an extreme love for killing. He is withdrawn in behavior and has a cold temperament. He is a real seed of magic.
Precisely because the investigation revealed this, Shen Bei, who liked to kill his fellow sect members at every turn, received an exceptional promotion. He did not need to hold an entrance examination ceremony alone with other disciples of the same batch to enter the inner sect in advance.
"Don't worry, sir. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am a law-abiding person and will never do anything against the rules!"
Feng Bingwen responded with a smile, before he has enough strength to tear up the rules and trample on the order, he should just follow them honestly and don't jump too hard.
"hehe!"
The steward just smiled and didn't bother to talk to this inner disciple who looked dishonest.
Just by looking at this kid's behavior, even if he only spoke a few words, he could conclude that this kid was a born devil. As long as he didn't die prematurely, he would definitely become one of the giants in the sect in the future.
"I won't tell you anything unnecessary, so as not to waste your time. Just make sure you know it yourself!"
The steward in charge of the internal resource allocation was too lazy to talk nonsense. He gave so many explanations because it was his duty. It did not mean that he liked to waste time here.
"Master Steward, walk slowly!"
Feng Bingwen bid farewell to the steward politely, and then sat in his own courtyard, deep in thought.
What he was thinking about was naturally how to kill more of his fellow disciples without touching the bottom line of the top management.
As for the sect rules that forbade fellow sect members from killing each other, he just took it as a joke. It was worse than his own shit and nothing.
This is a magic gate, and the jungle law of the jungle is more obvious here. The strong can eat the weak as a resource as a matter of course, while the weak will not get any sympathy, only ruthless ridicule and teasing.
Feng Bingwen felt that the reason why fellow disciples were prohibited from killing each other was simply because the higher-ups of the Demonic Way regarded their disciples as a kind of resource. No one liked the internal consumption of their own resources, and then they gradually became less and less, or even lost.
But as long as he can show enough value and show that the total value exceeds the sum of the disciples he killed, then even if he occasionally breaks the rules of the sect, nothing will happen.
Feng Bingwen has long understood this. These demonic sects that were expelled from Jiuzhou had problems in all aspects, but on certain issues, they were extremely straightforward and neat.
"I wonder if there is any secret area to explore or something?"
Feng Bingwen walked around the courtyard, looking at the many resources he could control and mobilize. Then his eyes lit up and he discovered Hua Dian.
"Sect mission?! You can go out!"
When he saw this, Feng Bingwen couldn't hold it anymore. He couldn't forget the identity and origin of the person he was playing now.
Not much else to say, if you go back and do a sweep, you will definitely get a lot of good deeds. Although the single transaction may not be too high, when the number is increased, the total amount will be particularly impressive, and he does not think that under the rule of the Demon Sect,
There will be less territory in human gathering places like Corpse City.
Of course, if you go too far in doing this kind of massacre of the city, you will also attract the attention of the big shots, so you can't go too far, but this can only be regarded as a small head. The real big head lies in the competition with other Demon Sect disciples.
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"The opportunity for a big killing spree has come!"
Rushing to the Black Hall where the sect received the mission, Feng Bingwen looked at the dazzling array of things on the wall, and even specially marked high-risk missions that might conflict with other comrades. Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up, as if he saw millions of things.
His good deeds are beckoning to him.
Immortal monks and demonic monks who commit massacres on the demonic territory will receive completely different treatments. The former will be hunted down, while the latter will be regarded as a rising star of the demonic realm and a future giant.