Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

Bai Ling looked at the dissipated spiritual roots and looked at Fu Qi in disbelief, "You, you actually destroyed the spiritual roots of Third Senior Brother?"

Qin Mu, who was lying on the ground like mud, also saw this scene. His eyes were bloodshot and full of hatred, but he was in so much pain that he had no strength to speak.

Fourth Junior Brother Jiang Yu was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Fu Qi would not have any regard for their fellow disciples and treat Third Junior Brother like this directly.

But he couldn't protect himself now, and his body couldn't help but tremble a little.

Fu Qi showed a bloodthirsty expression on his face, "Fourth Junior Brother, for your most beloved Junior Sister, you are naturally willing to sacrifice your spiritual roots."

Jiang Yu's face turned pale. He wanted to escape, wanted to deny it, but before he could do anything, he felt unbearable pain in his body. Then he could only watch his spiritual roots being dug out by Fu Qi.

Jiang Yu's face was distorted, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he said hoarsely, "Give it back to me..."

“Tsk, I didn’t expect that Fourth Junior Brother’s usual love for Junior Sister was just an act. Now he just wants your spiritual roots, not your life, so he puts on such an act. Although you only lost your spiritual roots, your Junior Sister has gained hope for cultivation.”

Fu Qi looked disapproving.

When the people present heard Fu Qi's words, they all showed indescribable expressions.

Is this what they should hear?

But they were all as silent as quails and dared not say a word.

Your own life is more important.

Bai Ling felt a little bit sorry to see the miserable state of her senior brother, but compared with these, she was even more jealous of Ling Gen.

As long as she can obtain spiritual roots, she will have the possibility to practice again.

When she has made some progress in her cultivation, she will definitely find a way for her senior brother to cultivate again.

But the next moment, Fu Qi crushed the spiritual root directly, just like he did before.

When Bai Ling saw this scene, she felt a heart-wrenching pain and her whole body was shaking and she was about to faint.

Wu Yan looked at his two disciples who were crippled by Fu Qi. Their faces were horribly hideous, and there was no trace of their immortal appearance at all.

Fu Qi couldn't help but groan twice, "You can't bear it anymore? It's still too early."

The Sect Master and other elders did not expect Fu Qi to be so cruel, but how could they save their dignity if they were allowed to just watch?

What's more, now Fu Qi's every word and action is challenging the sect's rules.

But now they are completely powerless in this ancient formation. Unless Fu Qi breaks the formation, they will be trapped here.

"How can you let them go?" Wuyan asked through gritted teeth.

When Fu Qi heard his words, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he replied word by word, "I said I would not let anyone go, and I will not let anyone go. Do you think the oath to heaven is a joke? When you wanted to plot against me, you didn't mean to hold back at all. Now you are just using your own methods against me."

Fu Qi was a little tired and didn't want to talk to him any more, so he raised the big sword and stabbed it directly into Jiang Yu's heart.

His eyes were as if he was looking at an ant, without any ripples, and then he looked at Qin Mu in the same way.

"Since I have become useless, I will only be a burden to the sect if I stay alive."

The three disciples died just like that. Wuyan stared at Fu Qi and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You deserve to die."

Fu Qi dragged the bloody sword in front of him and Bai Ling, "Now it's your turn."