For Lin Changan, this is not too difficult. It does not mean how great the authority of the King Realm is here, but the number of disciples who come is too huge, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
Wan, it is not an exaggeration to say this.
There are many people who can be crushed by Lin Changan.
At this moment, a group of disciples of the Qinglian Sect had set their sights on Lin Changan very quickly. After all, Lin Changan had shouted at Elder Qiu before, and many disciples had seen it. For Lin Changan,
, they all held back their strength and wanted to kill it.
"Lin Chang'an, I finally found you. When I, the Qinglian Sect, made a noise earlier, my disciples of the Qinglian Sect already had an sworn hatred against you. Today, I will kill you so that the entire Ancient Saint Sect will know what it means.
The sky is high and the earth is high!”
That was a disciple from the Qinglian Sect, the King of the Seventh Heaven. Behind him, there were a large number of king-level disciples, but no god-level beings, leading the way here.
There are too many disciples. God-level disciples, even in some transcendent sects, can only be achieved by inner disciples. Most of the outer disciples are only kings or venerables.
"Buzz!"
The disciple came out directly to investigate and kill, his long fist was as fast as thunder piercing through, and he came to investigate and kill in an instant. Regarding this scene, Lin Changan's expression was extremely indifferent, staring at the few people in front of him coldly, his eyes
In his eyes, there was only coldness.
"Why seek death?"
Although he said so in his words, Lin Changan did not show any mercy at all. When the punch came, Lin Changan firmly grasped the punch with one hand, turned his backhand downwards, and slammed
twist.
"Kacha!"
Along with the sound of the entire arm exploding, the disciple's entire arm was twisted and torn apart. Scarlet blood spurted out like a water column. The plasma was extremely viscous and there was a roar.
"ah!"
The severe pain that most people could not bear made the face of the disciple in front of him become distorted. What was waiting for him immediately was Lin Changan's heavy punch.
Hit the door directly, there is no way to hide, come here to take your life.
"Kacha!"
The entire skull exploded, brains and blood splattered everywhere. Lin Changan wore a blue gown and the paper fan suddenly spread out, covering all the blood so that no trace of it fell on his body.
Cold, ruthless, and domineering.
This is the real Lin Changan.
The ruthlessness of scholars is deep in their bones.
This scene made both Gu Youran and Mu Wanyu feel like they wanted to vomit. The blood was so strong that it made their scalp numb. This feeling of brains and bodies being shattered was extremely despairing.
"Come on as many as you can."
Lin Changan spoke calmly.
The disciples of the Qinglian Sect behind him were all trembling at the moment. The King of the Seventh Heaven was actually crushed to death in an instant?
Isn't this too strong and overbearing?
"Boom!"
Several people wanted to escape, but Lin Changan didn't give him a chance at all. The halberd suddenly came out and cut off the feet of the disciples who wanted to escape. Scarlet blood flowed down, accompanied by shrill screams.
.
"Spare me, spare me!"
"Senior Brother Chang'an, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
"Senior Brother Chang'an, I have no grudges against you. Don't kill me. Seriously, don't kill me!"
In response, Lin Changan could only sneer.
The long fist came out to kill, and a disciple's face collapsed, and his head exploded. Brains and various flesh and blood were flying everywhere. You can also see the remaining body, part of the flesh and blood, twitching and beating, which is frightening.
Lin Changan stepped forward like a reaper of death, and each time his long fist struck, he could kill a person.
However, Lin Changan did not lick blood at this moment.
These people are too useless. A lion will not be interested in the blood of a mouse, just like Lin Changan in front of him.
Several people were all killed, and all kinds of internal organs were churning, which made people feel sick to their stomachs.
The two girls almost vomited.
"You are too cruel, just kill them. Why do you use such a cruel killing method?"
Gu Youran in front of him asked with some confusion, thinking that Lin Changan was too cruel.
"Is it cruel?"
In response, Lin Changan turned around and smiled calmly, which made Gu Youran in front of him tremble in fright. At this moment, Lin Changan's paper fan was all stained red with blood, except for a few corners.
Still white.
"In the world of practitioners, there is no such thing as cruelty and kindness. If you want to be a good person, the best way is not to practice."
In response, Lin Changan's expression was quite cold.
How many people died at the hands of Lin Changan?
Ten million? Or one hundred million? Or even one billion, ten billion?
Lin Changan didn't remember clearly. He once used his halberd to slaughter people from the north of the Southern Wasteland to the south of the Southern Wasteland, and then from the south of the Southern Wasteland to the north of the Southern Wasteland. He killed hundreds of millions of people.
Lin Changan's coldness was, to a large extent, inherited from scholars.
In the last era, before the rise of the Emperor of Heaven, in fact, the arts of literature flourished and the arts of martial arts withered. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Emperor of Heaven alone brought up the arts of martial arts.
Before that, Emperor Tian was actually a scholar, just like Lin Changan.
But in that era, great monsters were flying across the sky, killing everyone in the world.
In that era, all kinds of powerful monsters slaughtered the human race in the heavens. Every few thousand years, a comprehensive cleanup of the human race was carried out. At that time, the human race's literary and moral sages stood up to stop this war.
That's called a turning point.
How many scholars have smashed their heads trying to save the world.
How many scholars seek enlightenment for all the peoples of the world.
Will the Monster Clan see it? The Monster Clan will not. The Monster Clan will only kill and suppress the foreign races. Therefore, as one of the last descendants of Wen Dao, Lin Changan's ruthlessness is extremely strong.
"Book of Heaven, your heart is too cold, so you cannot enter the ultimate realm."
This is what the Emperor of Heaven once said to him.
In this regard, Lin Changan never explained too much. The rise of the Emperor of Heaven was no less killing than him, but his killing methods were too cruel, as if someone was killing people with bloody hands.
They would skin people and extract their bones, behead them and soak them in brine for thousands of years, or pierce their eyes and eat them as snacks.
These are all things Lin Changan can do. He is not like a great emperor, but more like a great devil.
"My heart is inherently dark and does not need to reflect the heavens."
Lin Changan spoke calmly, the coldness in his eyes never dissipated, but the two women next to him still could not understand this state of mind.