Han Fei in front of him hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke and admitted his mistake.
"This trip is because Han Fei didn't know how high the sky is and he offended King Zhendong. This trip, this trip is Han Fei's fault. Please forgive King Zhendong." Han Fei cupped his fists and spoke, with helplessness and a hint of sadness in his eyes.
If he admits his mistake, it will be his brother, Hongyan, and parents who die.
If he does not admit his mistake, he may be among the dead.
This was a helpless choice. The moment he said these words, it was as if all the strength of Han Fei in front of him had been drained, and he fell limply to the ground. As for the puppets next to him, they were all under the command of Lin Changan.
He paused and stopped attacking forward.
Zitan, who was standing next to him, took a deep look at Han Fei and spoke immediately.
"You are forced to go on this trip. Once you get out of this area, don't worry. I, Zitan, will naturally protect your family." Zitan spoke, with a hint of kindness in her eyes.
This sentence also made the gangster slightly stunned, and then nodded and thanked him.
"Thank you, Ninth Prince." Han Fei's eyes were filled with a wry smile. He knew that even if the Ninth Prince agreed, he would probably not be able to protect him.
In the end, all Gui Gufeng's disciples left.
"I just thanked you sir." Zitan bowed and thanked Lin Changan.
"There is no need to thank me. You made a mistake just now. You should not have been so compassionate and promised to save his relatives." Lin Changan shook his head.
"But, he was forced to have no choice." Zitan said in confusion.
"So, is it right to be forced to have no choice? If Wo kills everyone in the world in order to survive, is it also right? Because the perpetrator himself is persecuted, he is qualified to hurt others? Furthermore, Zitan, this
This is a world for cultivators, not a world for mortals. It is more cruel and dangerous. You are the one who wants to be the emperor. You need to remember not to show mercy, especially towards those who have wanted to persecute you." Lin Changan said solemnly.
He opened his mouth and warned.
This may seem uncivilized, but this is the world of practitioners.
Indeed, there is a lot of freedom in the world of cultivators. As long as you are strong, you can kill whoever you want, sleep with whomever you want, and do whatever you want.
But in the same way, practitioners who are more powerful than you can also put your arrogance over others on you.
How you can treat others is what they can treat you.
This is the cruel world of cultivators, and this is the sacrifice required for so-called freedom.
Taking a deep breath, Zitan finally nodded.
"Disciple, please remember." Zitan said, cupping his fists.
The word kindness has never been in Lin Changan's dictionary.
Let Lin Changan die in exchange for peace in the world?
That's just a passionate hero in a biographical novel. There may really be such a person in the world, but there is no way he is Lin Chang'an himself.
"Many times, it's good to be a selfish person to people outside your own circle." Lin Changan finally added.
Zitan seemed to understand and nodded.
"Have you gained anything from this trip?" Lin Changan asked.
"There is some harvest, but it's not very good, just some elixir." Zitan shook his head.
I have just been here not long ago, and it is unrealistic to expect a good harvest. After all, I have only been here for a few hours.
The matter on Lin Changan's side had just been settled. Soon, fireworks sounded again and exploded in the distance. The symbol among them was still that of Wuxin Peak.
"It's Chen Jinsong's side!" Zitan said.
Lin Chang'an also narrowed his eyes slightly. You must know that Chen Jinsong's Cangshan Jue has now reached the ninth level. Logically speaking, there will be few who can fight him in the later stage of the whole soul fusion, but now
, but sent a distress signal.
"It seems that Mo Changfeng's hands are really long." Lin Changan's eyes flashed with a faint cold murderous intent.
Logically speaking, Wuxin Peak participates in spiritual trials on weekdays, but in fact there are not many people to take care of it. After all, everyone thinks that Wuxin Peak's disciples are the weakest, and there is no point in killing them.
This time, I'm afraid it's for Lin Changan.
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At this moment, it's Chen Jinsong's side.
The hot magma was rolling, bubbling and breaking suddenly, emitting billowing heat.
The magma covered an area of about three miles. Although the spirit-melting expert could fly, this lava seemed to possess a mysterious power. The hot air that emerged could melt spiritual power, making the spirit-melting expert want to fly.
It was extremely difficult to cross here, and even a few spirit-melting experts had to crush the jade slips that were used to protect their lives and were eliminated from this place.
Among them, there were seven disciples who were surrounded in a corner with rather ugly expressions.
"Qin Shan, I, Wuxin Peak, and you, Divine Pattern Peak, have no grievances or enmities, so why should I be so cruel?" Chen Jin opened his mouth. His face was ashen, he was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, almost going crazy.
These disciples of Divine Pattern Peak simply bullied others too much. They arranged divine pattern formations and imprisoned their people, which made it difficult for the disciples of Wuxin Peak to move forward.
Here, the divine pattern formations flickered, blocking their way. They were unable to move forward at all. They were trapped to death. They could only watch their spiritual power being melted away bit by bit, and they were about to be eliminated.
As for the Shenwen Peak, the leader was Qin Xian, who was wearing a golden robe. He was extremely arrogant and looked down at the Wuxin Peak disciples in front of him.
"No grievances? Let's not talk about Elder Wuxin robbing his disciples. Lin Changan from Wuxin Peak, if you go against Elder Mo, you are going against our entire inner sect, and you are going against me, Divine Pattern Peak!" Qin Feng's face
On the top, there is a faint cold color flashing.
He is also the top genius of Divine Pattern Peak. When he heard that Lin Changan was a third-grade divine pattern master at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he didn't take it seriously at all.
It's just a matter of luck that I just became a third-grade divine pattern master. The road to a third-grade divine pattern master is very long.
For example, Qin Shan is a third-level intermediate divine inscription master. Unless fighting at close range, even a strong person at the early level of inscription may not be his opponent.
More than a dozen third-grade intermediate formations were thrown out all at once, and no one could hold them back.
For example, Chen Jinsong and others in front of them were suppressed and unable to raise their heads.
"You...!" Chen Jinsong was trembling with anger. Elder Mo, even if he was targeting Lin Chang'an, he openly instigated these disciples to do this. This was so shameless.
However, his face is indeed as pale as pig liver, and the spiritual power in his body is constantly being melted away. If this continues, he may be eliminated in half a quarter of an hour at most!