It is not difficult to find where the Zhushen Clan is, although the Zhushen Clan has indeed moved away from their original place of residence.
It is actually much easier for a person to isolate himself from the world than for a tribe to isolate himself from the world.
Even if the Zhu Shen tribe moved away, they would still inevitably have to come into contact with the outside world to live, eat and trade. How could the entire tribe be truly isolated from the outside world.
Lin Ye is here, this may not be the fault of the Zhu Shen Clan.
They are just pathetic enough.
Lin Ye was sitting on the branch of a big tree, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He had been sitting here for a full hour, quietly watching the people of the Zhushen tribe coming and going in the jungle.
Mutations can still be seen in some tribesmen, and it is obvious that this kind of mutation is still continuing.
This matter is a knot in Xin Yanque's mind. He can't get over it. His limit is to kill all the mutated Zhushen tribe members.
So Lin Ye didn't let Xin Yanque get close to him at all. When he was in Yunzhou, he even persuaded Xin Yanque not to come.
But in the end, Xin Yanque came with him, and he didn't know whether he wanted to see if there were still mutations in the Zhu Shen clan, or if he wanted to see if Lin Ye could really kill him.
He was not far from where Lin Ye was, standing on another big tree, holding one hand on the trunk. He wasn't looking at the people of the Zhushen Clan, he was looking at Lin Ye.
Lin Ye drank sip after sip, as if there was no fluctuation at all. He drank quietly, not to comfort himself, but as if he was just waiting for the sky to get dark.
Only when the sky comes, all the members of the Heizhen Clan will return to their base, so that no one is left behind.
It's still dark, no matter how much Xin Yanque looks forward to it at this moment
It would be useless to come later, but Xin Yanque didn't want to convince himself now, he wanted to convince Lin Ye.
"Lin Ye, can you really convince yourself?"
He asked softly.
Lin Ye's answer was.
"It's not that difficult to convince yourself. You don't need to convince yourself with moral standards. You don't even need to convince yourself that the Zhu Shen clan was an invader of Dayu. Just two words are enough."
Lin Ye swept down from the tree, carrying his quicksand array knife and walking towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station.
"Selfish."
This was Lin Ye's answer to Xin Yanque.
In fact, selfishness has a very broad scope. At the lowest level, it can be just for oneself, and at the largest level, it can be for all beauties.
Lin Ye said, as long as I am a beauty, when making choices, beauty will always be given priority.
That guy, carrying a knife, walked into the Zhuan Shen Clan's camp with slightly skewed steps. He looked like he was a little drunk, but how could a bottle of wine make him drunk?
Maybe he just wants to tell himself that you are drunk.
He walked over, looking a little lonely, but he didn't come alone, because he couldn't kill tens of thousands of people from the Wanzhen God Clan alone.
In order to make the people of the Zhushen Clan surrender, Loutai Mingyu didn't come alone. A great monk from the God-endowed Realm led an army into the Zhushen Clan and massacred half of the clansmen to prove that disobedience would be punished.
die.
When Lin Ye walked towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station, swordsmen wearing bamboo hats swept down from the surrounding trees one by one.
Like Lin Ye, they held a knife in one hand and walked towards the tribal camp. There were many people, but everyone seemed so lonely.
In the end, Xin Yanque did not get down from the tree.
, he chose to wait.
At least he knew that Lin Ye's judgment on him was correct. If he comes, he can't do it and it won't be done well.
In fact, if Lin Ye didn't handle this matter personally, no matter who did it, probably wouldn't be so determined.
Soon, bursts of wailing and all kinds of wailing sounds came from the Zhen Shen Clan camp.
Xin Yanque, who was standing on the branch, turned his head and looked in another direction.
The darkness in this jungle is heavier than outside, maybe this can make the killing less cruel and violent.
Xin Yanque has been standing here. He doesn't understand what he is doing. If he thinks Lin Ye is wrong, he can leave. At least he can do it without asking or watching.
But he didn't leave, he just stood here like a guy who had nothing to do with the matter, so as the night passed, Xin Yanque scolded himself at least twenty times.
Either go over and stop it, or participate in it. Standing here struggling and feeling uncomfortable, you look like a coward.
After daybreak, Xin Yanque heard the footsteps and looked towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station. He saw Lin Ye walking out under the bits of sunlight with a knife in hand, and saw that the tip of the knife was still moving towards
Drops of blood.
A great monk of the Immortal Realm, with a group of swordsmen in bamboo hats who looked like hell-killing gods, slaughtered them for a whole night before completely erasing this tribe that was destined to leave no trace in history.
Although the distance was far away, and although the early morning light was not that good when the sun had just filtered through the gaps in the leaves, Xin Yanque seemed to see clearly. Lin Ye's face was full of exhaustion.
No matter how much Lin Ye's realm falls, he is still a great monk in the God-giving realm.
, and it must be the most terrifying one in the Immortal Realm, so Lin Ye shouldn't be that tired even if such killing lasted for three days and three nights, but Xin Yanque firmly believed that he saw it.
So at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not wrong.
He wanted to tell Lin Ye that you are not that kind of person at heart, but Lin Ye interrupted him and said... I am.
Yes, Lin Ye is, at least judging from what Lin Ye has done, Lin Ye is.
But Lin Ye didn't think so, because Xin Yanque still firmly believed that the reason why Lin Ye could do it was just because he was the one who had to do it.
However, there is no point in worrying about these, because if you can do it, you can do it. It doesn't matter why. Lin Ye himself will not be so entangled.
When Lin Ye walked under the tree, he raised his head and glanced at Xin Yanque who was high up. He paused for a moment and then asked, "Are you hungry?"
Xin Yanque shook his head.
Lin Ye said: "I'm hungry."
Then keep walking forward.
This is not a big and prosperous city. You can't even see a place where you can spend money to eat if you go for dozens of miles here.
In one night, Lin Ye and those swordsmen in bamboo hats massacred nearly ten thousand people. If this kind of thing was written in the history books, then Lin Ye and these swordsmen in bamboo hats would definitely be punished verbally and written down.
One night, the only thing Lin Ye could do was to hurry up and try his best...everyone was killed with one knife.
Xin Yanque jumped down from the tree and followed Lin Ye: "I still have dry food here, but you won't find anything to eat if you go forward."
Lin Ye said: "I just want to stay away and eat."
Xin Yan nodded and silently followed Lin Ye.
After the two people walked a long way side by side, Lin
Ye found a relatively clean place to sit down. He moved toward Xin Yanque. Xin Yanque picked off the dry food and handed it to him. Lin Ye didn't take it. After a while, Xin Yanque took the wine bottle hanging from his belt.
Passed it over.
"Things like this will happen again."
Lin Ye took a sip of wine and said, "So sir, you don't have to follow me."
Xin Yanque said: "I know."
After a moment, he added: "Let's just follow."
Lin Ye looked at Xin Yanque, who shrugged his shoulders and said, "Have you heard Master talk about the man who filled ant nests with boiling water on the way?"
Lin Ye nodded.
Xin Yanque said: "Now that the Supreme Saint is on the throne, you are the one who does this. If you become the emperor, there still has to be someone to do this... Qian Lao used boiling kettles and ant nests to train his heart.
, I’ll just follow you all the way to refine my heart.”
Lin Ye said: "No, sir, even if I take off your heart and exchange it with mine, hang it in my body to refine your heart, when I give it back to you, your heart will still be yours."
Xin Yanque lowered his head and stared at the tender green grass at his feet in a daze.
Yes, you can't practice this kind of thing.
Lin Ye took another sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth and said: "No matter where I sit, I will still handle the matter. One person is enough to handle this kind of thing."
After saying this, Lin Ye drank all the wine in the jug.
He stood up and blew a whistle, and the unicorn came flying from a distance and arrived at Lin Ye's side a moment later.
Lin Ye looked back at the swordsmen in bamboo hats who were following him and shouted: "Everyone get on your horses and hurry up. After all, this is the territory of Loufan. After we get out, everyone will
Rest again and exert your last strength."
"yes!"
All the swordsmen in bamboo hats responded. They still looked like the same expressionless killing machines.
But Xin Yanque knew that they were not them. In a sense, they were all Lin Ye.
Lin Ye said that one person is enough to do this kind of thing. This person is Lin Ye himself, including all the swordsmen who wear bamboo hats to cover their faces and their hearts.
The horses roared away, and the jungle returned to calm.
Birds are also singing in this forest, flying around, brisk and happy, as if nothing has ever happened here.
Not long after, about 1,100 miles away from the jungle where the Zhuan Shen Clan was massacred, this place was also a jungle, also deep in the mountains.
A group of people, as agile as cheetahs, shuttled between the mountains and forests, scurrying up and down, but they were not hunting, they were... being hunted.
The swordsmen in bamboo hats carried their sheathless swords in one hand and a repeating crossbow in the other.
Those tribesmen with brown hair on their bodies died one after another under the crossbows and long knives.
Even if their movements are faster than real cheetahs, even if they are bloodthirsty and ferocious enough, their bloodthirstiness and ferocity are vulnerable to a blow under that terrifying quicksand array knife.
They kept running away, but the one who ran furthest didn't even make it three miles before he was chopped off with a knife.
The duration of this killing was much shorter than that of the Zhu Shen clan, and it was over in less than half a day.
After all, there are not many people hiding here, they are just more difficult to kill than the people of the Zhushen Clan.
kill
The killing did not start at night, because these people were too nimble. When the sun just rose, Lin Ye was the first to walk over, followed by a large group of men carrying long knives.
As always, Xin Yanque still didn't follow him or leave, he just stood there and watched.
Another month later, Lin Ye and Xin Yanque returned to the capital of Dongbo, Xiantang City.
It seemed that Lin Ye was still the same as before, with no changes, but Xin Yanque seemed to speak less and was always in a daze.
The moment he entered the gate of Yunzhou City, Xin Yanque suddenly let out a heavy breath, then looked at Lin Ye and said, "You are right again... I really can't practice it."
Lin Ye hummed, and while urging his horse into the city gate, he said, "Take me to see the new Shangyang Palace."
Xin Yanque took a deep breath and followed him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, but you can't talk nonsense about the fact that Shangyang Palace can now accept female disciples when you go back."
Lin Ye said: "The old headmaster should be very pleased."
Xin Yanque: "You don't understand him. He is so happy. Once I fall into his ways, won't I be scolded to death? The Shangyang Palace's heart method is extremely pure and pure, but it is really not suitable for female disciples to practice. I
I just want the world to see that Shangyang Palace is... fair."
Lin Ye smiled and said: "So the old headmaster should be pleased."
Xin Yanque said: "Glad or not, he will not come to Fengyu Temple in Xiantang City. This is the Shangyang Palace that has nothing to do with him. He has handed over the Shangyang Palace to me...
..”
Speaking of this, he looked at Lin Ye: "But the new female disciples in Shangyang Palace are wearing well-fitting white robes and their movements are neat.
It looks really good when we all practice together."
Lin Ye: "Alas..."
Xin Yanque: "Why are you sighing?"
Lin Ye said: "The old headmaster said that his master's most proud thing back then was that Shangyang Palace would not die in his own hands. In this sense, the old headmaster should also be pleased."