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1533 punishment

 In the courtyard.

A dozen formation disks of the God-killing Formation are placed randomly on the ground.

Bandit Tianjun picked up the half-refined red formation disk, looked up at the bandit clan leader who was standing in the yard with his head silent, sighed, and said:

"Whatever you want to say, just say it."

"Yes, ancestor."

The gang leader was waiting for this sentence.

He organized the language.

Seriously:

"Ancestor, the temple was almost destroyed this time. It was really dangerous!"

"I thought, for the sake of the future of the clan, we can't put all our eggs in the basket of the Fu family. As the saying goes, the cunning rabbit has three burrows. I mean, we sent people to Guixiao further away to find another place.

A place to stay. In this way, if this temple is really good or bad in the future, we won’t destroy it together!”

Bandit Tianjun said nothing.

While listening to the impassioned words of the bandit leader, he continued to refine the array disk in his hand.

The bandit leader saw this.

I couldn’t help but gain courage:

"Furthermore, ancestor, you just saw that the temple has evolved. Although we have also obtained a large area of ​​yin soil, it is obvious that the Fu family has made greater profits. The third uncle of the Fu family has been directly promoted from the original third-level wizard to

The fourth-level great wizards, their Yin spirit power in the Fu family's underworld is much stronger than before. Compared with this, the gains of our gangster family are insignificant. If this is the case, then we..."

"Pa!"

The gangster clan hasn’t finished speaking yet.

He received a loud slap in the face, and his cheek suddenly swelled up.

He covered his face.

He looked at his ancestor with a shocked expression.

He thought deeply about his family for generations to come, and what he just said came from the bottom of his heart, and as far as he felt, there was nothing wrong with it.

"What? A slap in the face couldn't wake you up!"

Bandit Tianjun's eyes turned cold.

There was a "pop" and another slap in the face.

He threw the array disk in his hand to the ground.

A spell hit the tree, and instantly the Yin spirit energy lingered on the tree, revealing the situation in the backyard.

But see you.

In their backyard, the originally expanded Yinling soil was rapidly shrinking, which caused everyone in the bandit family to panic, not knowing what was going on.

Bandit Tianjun stared at the bandit leader:

"Do you know why this is?"

Why?!

The leader of the bandit clan couldn't take care of his burning cheeks for a while. This was good Yin Ling soil. It could be used to grow Yin Ling grass and build a yard for the clan members to practice. However, the Yin Ling soil that he had just obtained suddenly turned out to be only

There are less than three acres left.

The bandit leader’s heart is bleeding.

His thoughts changed rapidly.

Astonishingly.

The disappearance of Yin Lingtu happened just now.

"This..."

The bandit leader thought of something in an instant. His body trembled and his face turned pale. He swallowed hard, obviously realizing it.

There was a "bang" and he knelt down;

"Ancestor"

"I was blinded by lard for a moment, and I just said those words, which caused such great damage to the family. It was all my fault. I should not have thought like that, ancestor, I was wrong!!



Bandit Tianjun shook his head.

No sadness, no joy.

He picked up the red array disk again, continued to refine it, and said calmly:

"Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements"

"But"

"It's not me you want to apologize to sincerely."

"Remember today's lesson, and don't forget at the same time, who do we owe to, and what do we rely on for our bandit family to be where we are today? Stand back."


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