Han Linqiu has studied books and has a profound literary cultivation, which cultivates spirituality through literature.
When he heard the words of the Qi-Regional Martial Artsman, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
"You said...we're waiting for cruelty?"
Han Linqiu thought he had heard it wrong and confirmed it again.
The Qi-harming martial artist endured the fear in his heart and gritted his teeth and said, "Any disagreement, he will kill thousands of people here. What is this cruelty?"
"I'm going to reason with you at first. You insist on making me become a medicine guide. Now... are you going to reason with us?"
Han Linqiu said in surprise.
Wang Yi said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense with him. I have practiced swords for many years and have seen countless such people. If your fists are smaller than him, he will compete with you. If your fists are bigger than him, he will compete with you."
The expression of the Qi-Regional Martial Arts changed repeatedly. He glanced at the situation of the green-robed monk and found that he had become meat sauce. He couldn't help but take a breath, and then said in a deep voice:
"This immortal master is not small. He is an immortal master who travels to the sky three hundred miles away. If they know what you and others have done today, I am afraid you will not be able to get out of here."
"He still has a master? I thought he was just a casual cultivator."
Xu Peng was a little surprised.
"Master, my junior brother and I go to the so-called You Kongshan."
Ye Wenxiu clasped his fists.
"Go."
Fang Chen nodded gently.
The two immediately took a group of monks from the Qingzhou Sword Sect to capture the Qi-Regional Martial Artsman and asked him to lead the way to Youkongshan.
When the Qi-harming martial artist discovered that Ye Wenxiu and others could fly into the clouds and mist, his heart suddenly became cold.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, you three disciples have killed so many mortals today, aren't you afraid that they will get too much cause and effect?"
Xu Peng walked to Fang Chen, a little curious.
"Three Thousand Doors are not afraid of cause and effect."
Fang Chen smiled.
Three Thousand Doors are not afraid of cause and effect?
Everyone was slightly stunned. It was the first time I heard this statement. Does the Sanqianmen have special means to resolve cause and effect?
Just as everyone was pondering, dead wandering souls gathered and kept cursing all kinds of vicious words at Fang Chen.
As Fang Chen stomped his feet gently, a phantom appeared in front of Fang Chen.
"Li Badao pays homage to you!"
Li Badao was dressed neatly, holding his fists and bowing.
"Take these wandering souls back and throw them into the Forgetful River."
Fang Chen Dao.
"yes."
Without asking, Li Badao immediately turned yin energy into chains and penetrated the pipa bones of thousands of wandering souls.
These wandering souls stopped cursing and became terrified, and were taken into the underworld by Li Badao.
"Fellow Daoist Fang..."
Han Linqiu suddenly spoke with a complicated expression: "If you stop the Blood Spirit Sect, just to protect these people... it seems not worth it."
"No matter how you talk about your mind, no one can be perfect."
Fang Chen looked at the place with devastated eyes: "If it weren't for such a situation, some people would have never done anything bad even if they had evil in their hearts until they died."
Speaking of this, he smiled, "If you think it's not worth it, you will think that this has never happened since you returned to Zhongzhou. The Fourth Princess never asked you, and I am the same."
"Isn't anyone perfect in my heart..."
Han Linqiu murmured to himself, suddenly breathing a long sigh of relief, his eyes became clear, and the other party Chen clasped his fists and bowed:
"Thank you for your advice from fellow Taoist Fang. I have had evil thoughts. This matter has been bothering me for many years, and I finally figured it out today."
"When Fellow Daoist said this, I suddenly felt that I was a good person."
Xu Peng stroked his chin with his index finger and thumb.
"Have you ever had evil thoughts in your heart?"
Su Lingzhu was a little curious.
"nature."
Fang Chen nodded gently: "I once witnessed the death of my brothers and feet on the battlefield. At that moment, I wished I could kill the other party's borders without leaving any chickens and dogs."
"Fellow Daoist really did this?"
Xu Peng's eyes moved.
Even Hushanjun and others were a little curious.
"No."
Fang Chen smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I don't want it, but that I can't do it. At that time, I was a blind waste."
"What about now? With the strength of Fellow Daoist Fang... the former enemy has become vulnerable. Did Fellow Daoist Fang let go of his original hatred, or..."
Han Linqiu thought about something.
"Where can I put it down? There are many Blood Spirit Cult monks who died in my hands."
Fang Chen smiled.
Blood Spirit Sect!?
Everyone suddenly realized that the Blood Spirit Sect was behind the incident.
No wonder, as this person, I have to bite the Blood Spirit Sect at all times and never let go.
"For Li Xiao, the Blood Spirit Sect suffered a great loss. I guess the other fellow Taoist was already so angry that he was itchy."
Xu Peng gloated.
"For them, these things cannot even reach the level of being hurtful. Let's take one step at a time."
Fang Chen shook his head gently.
The few people were stunned, with a strange look on their faces. They thought about Fang Chen's words and vaguely felt... It seemed that the strength of the Blood Spirit Sect was much stronger than what they learned on weekdays...
Half a day later, Ye Wenxiu and Liu Mu returned to the small town, and everyone was stained with blood, and some were injured.
"Master, there are two foundation-building people in You Kongshan and forty-three Qi cultivation, all of which are killed."
Ye Wenxiu clasped his fists.
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
"Let's go."
Zhongzhou, Cangdao Mansion, and three thousand gates.
A few years ago, three thousand sects planted the great white lotus. The weather here is changing with each passing day, and there are earth-shaking changes every day.
In just a few years, it was just a spiritual temple with poor spiritual power, but now it has become the top in Central China.
The thick and majestic spiritual power turns into dew every morning and gently slides down the grass and trees.
An ordinary mountain spring has become a spiritual spring.
Ordinary fields have become spiritual fields.
Ordinary mineral veins have become spiritual veins.
Some wild beasts without intelligence in the mountains are gradually developing towards the demon race.
Even the temples of the major immortal courts are just like this.
In this practice, it is like absorbing low-grade spirit stones every moment. Not only does the cultivation speed increase a lot, but the rich spiritual power has also had some impact on breaking the realm.
This is just the Tao Palace outside, and the inner palace changes even more, several times stronger than the Tao Palace outside.
"Everyone drinks tea."
Zhou Bufan raised his glass and signaled to someone, and then drank it all. He smashed his mouth and couldn't help but sigh:
"The spiritual power here is too strong. In just a few years, it feels more rapid than the progress of the country that has been practiced for more than ten years."
"Yes, the Lingshan Mountain before our Ziyang Dao Sect was not as good as this place, and I never thought that this disaster would become an opportunity."
The monks from Ziyang Taoist Sect sighed.
As their identities, they had no chance to come to this kind of temple to practice. Now they are wrong. After practicing here for several years, everyone has gained more or less.
"Hmph, there is enough spiritual power here, but I have to drink this pickled item every day. Are you used to it?"
The beggar Taoist sneered repeatedly: "I should have been free and easy. If I hadn't been to you, how could I end up like this?"
"We have asked clearly. When we asked you to go up the mountain, we didn't let you attack mortals randomly. Did you anger the owners here and blame us?"
Seeing this, the beggar Taoist immediately cursed. It was not until a monk from the Three Thousand Daomen passed by and scolded him a few times that everyone shut up.
"Master, are these elders in the sect?"
A group of people suddenly came to the mountain gate. One of them looked at Zhou Bufan and others, and quickly asked.
Zhou Bufan and the others were slightly stunned. Someone came again?
They were ready to be ridiculed and humiliated, but when they looked up, they saw the figure they wanted to see and did not want to see.