Chapter six hundred and thirty eight blood-stained ancient temple
Practitioners who go against the will of nature, in most cases, pay attention to what is in their heart. Once the heart is moved, it is very difficult to suppress it.
In just one moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall began to undergo earth-shaking changes, from being tense at the beginning to becoming depressing.
Everything was just right. For Sun Xu, everything was expected.
If I want to dig out the roots of these people, it is strange that they can stand and wait for death. Except for some sects that can actively keep up with their own rhythm and seek changes in this great era, the remaining cultivation forces are basically
Either they will be eliminated, or they will be forced into a state of change.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, for you, you can either be a bystander or follow behind you. Any force that stands in front of you will not have the slightest chance.
For a sect like this that not only caused trouble for him, but also caused bad consequences, Sun Xu sentenced them to death without a burial place in his own name.
"Sun Xu, are you sure you want to stand opposite all of us cultivators?" Bai Feixu stared at Sun Xu fiercely for five minutes before speaking through gritted teeth.
The depressing atmosphere became a little manic, like a dynamite bag that had been ignited.
Only Sun Xu still had an indifferent expression on his face. If he hadn't complained about the bad tea before, he would have even wanted to have a cup. This person's question at this moment made him want to laugh.
It was obvious that not all the people in this hall wanted to be enemies with him, at least enemies of life and death. Bai Feixu's words were just to force these people to face him.
Unfortunately, the experience that one more person means more power does not apply in this environment.
"Those who stand in front of me must either realize their mistakes and get out of the way, or die!" Sun Xu naturally explained lazily. If these people wanted to take action, he wouldn't mind if he struck harder.
As for the overall decline in China's cultivation power, Sun Xu is not worried at all. The smooth promotion of national cultivation will allow a large number of geniuses to emerge in just a few decades.
The temporary setback now is just for better progress, and the price is completely worth it.
"You dare to speak nonsense when you are about to die!" Bai Feixu spoke in a loud voice, almost speaking out word by word. The true energy in the body has been running to the extreme, and there is a possibility of taking action at any time.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Another person took a step forward, and his aura suddenly burst out. He was clearly the top Jindan cultivator. If nothing unexpected happens, there is still the possibility of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
What a pity! Sun Xu shook his head slightly and said nothing. Who didn't know whether to live or die? You only need to take action to know. Since these people want to accumulate momentum, let them accumulate momentum.
Even if it means death, let them die clearly and with full conviction.
Of course, Sun Xu would not pursue them and ask them, but the living people could still see it.
The people here are like the old monks in this ancient temple. Although they say they have made mistakes, they do not deserve to die. Sun Xu, who is in a perfect state of mind, is not a murderous maniac.
A clang and the sound of a sword being unsheathed resounded in the crowd.
Immediately after the shouts of killing began, several cold and sharp sword lights went straight towards Sun Xu. Bai Feixu and others standing in front also took action, and the most powerful killing move was launched without any mercy.
mean.
But it is indeed the case. The two sides are basically in a fight to the death. To show mercy to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.
The whole hall of the ancient temple began to shake. The old monk on the ground let out a long sigh, lowered his eyes, and the rosary beads in his hand began to spin rapidly.
There were dozens of people who took action. In addition to the Jindan monks, there were also a few martial arts masters who also took advantage of their powerful skills to boldly join the battle.
Sun Xu was still in front of everyone. He raised his hand seemingly slowly and moved a few fingers slightly. Everyone could see clearly.
The first form of the Desolate Heaven Palm appeared in front of people again. The entire ancient temple was filled with an aura of desolation. The aura of withering life and desolation of the world made everyone feel that their mood instantly became heavier.
The old monk was silently chanting sutras in his heart. Two crystal tears appeared in the corners of his eyes and fell down his gray eyebrows.
Even everyone who took action was impressed by Sun Xu, and even his actions were not so decisive. Compared to Sun Xu, who was in a perfect state of mind, they were too weak, and they looked like flaws at a glance.
The roof of the ancient temple seemed to disappear, leaving only a huge palm, which was photographed towards everyone.
Not only was it patted on the bodies of this group of people, it was also patted on their hearts. The illusory palm prints passed through the crowd around Sun Xu and fell to the ground, stirring up countless dust.
Under the sun, it looks like countless flying elves, and it also seems like a little bit of transformed life.
Dozens of bodies were shaken and flew up. Whether they were Jindan monks or innate masters, there was no difference. These people flew up in the air, no different from dust.
As a bit of blood fell on the ground of the ancient temple, it seemed like blood rain began to fall, and the entire ground was instantly dyed red with blood.
The carved lotuses, carved white elephants, and male lions on the ground were all dyed with blood. In the permeating smell of blood, they changed from the solemn appearance of treasures to the murderous ones.
With a bang, a corpse fell to the ground, followed by other corpses falling one after another.
The shocked people recovered from the shock and looked at the corpses on the ground with some confusion. They were all their acquaintances, and some of them had been friends for hundreds of years.
In just a few breaths, he went from a powerful monk who was respected and envied by everyone to a corpse, extremely fragile.
Many people also remembered that ordinary people who looked like ants to them were also so fragile in life and death. So in Sun Xu's eyes, who were these people?
No one wants to know the answer, but everyone knows the answer.
The blood dyed the ground of the ancient Buddhist temple red, and the smell of blood made the statues of Buddha look menacing.
Sun Xu's white running shoes were still spotless. The jeans he had just washed last night still seemed to be exuding the fragrance of laundry detergent. His upper body was in a simple white T-shirt, which was much cleaner than his shoes.
In the sight of everyone, Sun Xu disappeared without a trace, leaving only boundless dust under the sun, with more blood-colored particles gradually appearing.
"I want this area of the Southwest to calm down and return to its original state in the shortest possible time, otherwise I don't mind doing it again!"
Sun Xu's voice was like the sound of a long sword passing through flesh and blood, causing the group of people to wake up instantly. (To be continued)