The old man's voice suddenly rose, and a trace of anger flashed across his face.

"So what!"

"Don't think I don't know what you guys are thinking! A talented person like him is your disciples, and those trash are not, they are not worth paying attention to at all, aren't they?

I tell you, all you think about is bullshit! Apart from a few outstanding seedlings, there are all a group of beasts. None of them are put on the table. Sooner or later, the sect will be destroyed in your hands!"

The old man scolded and roared without fear.

He wanted to kill those guys when they stood in front of him, so as not to waste food. At that time, he was still thinking about the sect's righteousness and did not take action.

Now it seems that maybe no one objected to killing it? Anyway, those guys at most would be like raising a group of rice buckets, which are used for decoration.

But if this continues, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Even if those buckets are waste, how could they not notice it?

But even if one or two outstanding disciples are produced, they are willing but not enough. Even if they work hard, they are limited by their background. It is better to give up on themselves and deteriorate all the way.

So, the old man decided just now.

Not just one or two geniuses can support the sect’s portal. Will the rest of the people be able to eat and eat with a living bag or a corpse position affect the overall situation of the sect?

Then let a few geniuses die to see how fragile these geniuses with high hopes are and what is the foundation of the sect. Moreover, he has a deeper plan, but he is too lazy to say or explain.

The so-called "no speculation" is too much.

The old antique's aura was paused, and he didn't know if it was the old man's words that made him awaken or the unscrupulous words that made him feel a little guilty.

So he wanted to speak but stopped and sighed on his face.

"I...ah! Have you ever thought that although we are born and are content and leisurely, we have also drawn a clear line with the world. If we do not concentrate on training a few outstanding disciples, the Taoist system will really die..."

They all lived a lot of age, and naturally they were like foxes. The older they grew, the more they became, so how could they not understand this truth?

But who said that the original accident was too fierce? The disaster of spiritual energy caused the earth to revive, and naturally entered the sight of hunters. Many ancestors and wise men embarked on the journey, and their descendants naturally followed closely, and suddenly lost nearly 70% of the incense of the sect. What can they do if they have the will?

The situation does not wait for anyone, and it is powerless to turn things around!

A sneer appeared on the old man's face.

At the same time, the Pure Yuan Pool also changed again.

He finally made way, but when he was about to settle, his face was full of mockery.

"That's because you have gone astray! Go in, but just one disciple. Anyway, the whole family is useless, so why bother to worry? One death counts as one. If you can save it, it will naturally mean that his life should not be lost."

At this time, Wang Zhan's second desperate sword had already hit the madman.

The sharp and fierce force directly made the madman's entire abdomen cut open, which was shocking. However, what really caught people off guard was not here.

But...

"What's going on?"

The old antique's eyes condensed, and he looked at the scene incredibly.

What the hell happened!

…

Pure Yuan Pool.

Wang Zhan cut open the madman's abdomen with one knife, but he was unable to continue to maintain a little silence as before.

Instead, it looked like a domino, and Wang Zhan's actions seemed to crush the last straw that broke the camel's back, so that a subsequent change naturally occurred, but it was not as Wang Zhan expected!

The madman lowered his head in disbelief, looked at his internal organs, and murmured.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

How is that possible?

Wang Zhan is at least three major realms lower than him, so even if he was fierce before, he had to continuously swing his sword and squander his foundation to hurt him.

Because of this, the madman had long known Wang Zhan's strength and was full of confidence.

I feel that even if Wang Zhan advances, it is absolutely impossible to break through all his defenses with just one blow.

And the gap between this sword will be his chance to turn defeat into victory!

But now, he miscalculated!

The increase brought by Wang Zhan's promotion was so terrible, so terrible that one knife destroyed his blood talent and broke his body with one knife.

But...

With a bang.

A blood mist splattered, and a hole suddenly appeared on the madman's body.

The madman looked at the changes in his body as if he was crying and laughing, and he could feel that he was about to die.

"Why, why, I don't want to die..."

He is too powerful, strong enough to be rampant within the sect, and powerful enough to be almost the only one in the small world.

Those senior brothers respect him, those junior brothers admire him, those junior sisters love him, and those elders support him.

Because of his might, he has everything; because of his might, he swept across the enemies.

But he never thought about it because he was too strong.

So he was originally just a slap with him, and even the moves that were used to burn both jade and stone could not suppress his Wang Zhan. Once he had an overwhelming advantage, his weakness that no one cared about immediately became his deadly sword.

This directly put the madman in a crazy state of about to fall!

…

Wang Zhan looked at this scene and looked at him with some pity.

Everything is clear. The reason why madman is so crazy must be because of these violent essences.

Because of essence, as the most direct carrier, he was directly affected by his mind. So even if the madman felt that he was not old, he was very perverse and violent, like a devil.

But it is precisely because of this extremely violent essence that once he is seriously injured, it will become his death talisman.

In the past, he was able to control himself because his body was incomplete.

But just as Wang Zhan has broken through the defense of the blood talent - the blood-colored armor, the essence will start to be restless and frenzied.

Until he pulled him, his former master, on the way!

Thinking of this, Wang Zhan's eyes became deeper.

"What kind of practice method is this? Why does it seem like a bit crooked and evil path?"

If it weren't for the words of the ancestors of the library, although they were rampant, there was still a black and white division. I believe Wang Zhan would not have hesitated at all.

But with this hesitation, there are many suspicions.

Quietly, Wang Zhan became endlessly alert to the sects within this small world.

"I am afraid that they are now completely different from those in those words!"

You should know that the reason why those ancestors went out to kill people was simply because of cruel violence and cruelty in the world.

When he was dying, he was afraid that his descendants would capsize in the gutter, so he simply passed on the magical means and used them as a reference for future generations to be vigilant.

Otherwise, why would there be so many disgust and contempt words fill it?

But the madman doesn't know about these things.

For the madman, Wang Zhan's attitude made his face suddenly change, and he was furious and uncontrollable, and he raised his head suddenly.

I saw a bloody red!

"You are merciful to me?"

A hint of madness that reached its peak appeared in the madman's eyes.

Wang Zhan's heart condensed.

"No, this madman really can't be guessed by common sense. He is just a madman, how could he think about these things..."

Wang Zhan, who woke up, immediately retreated and avoided the madman.

But, it's too late!

The madman roared and said, not caring about his body's collapse at all, his face was as ferocious as a twisted mask.

"You actually dare to... pity me! You actually dare to... pity me! Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to... pity me? Hahahaha, even if I die, I don't need anyone's pity! Come with me and set off on the road!

It's too late!

Wang Zhanmu stopped and turned around suddenly, with a bright face...

Rumble!

A blood mist suddenly burst out from the field, and the spiritual energy in the Pure Yuan Pond was mobilized by the intense aura.

But a small moment.

A pop.

It seemed like a tiny sound of existence in this loud noise, but the old antique guarding outside the crooked tree changed his face. He stared at the old man who had just been willing to let the road in front of him and flashed straight in.
To be continued...