This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The wind and clouds are rising, and the weather is changing drastically.

On the endless sand dunes, all the members of the Junzitang who were hunting the monsters sensed a strange vision.

"Strange, the seal's suppression has weakened?!"

"This is perfect! Our cultivation has been restored, and we no longer need to consume spirit stones to kill these evildoers!"

"Idiot, the power of these demons will also increase accordingly. If you really want to be picky, there won't be much change."

"I can't worry about that anymore. Killing a few more evil beasts will give me a few more demon cores. When the time comes, I'll reward them according to their merits, so that I can avoid being at a disadvantage!"

There was a brief moment of shock.

These eager for quick success and instant benefits disciples of Junzitang were completely blinded by the immediate benefits. Too lazy to think, they once again rushed towards the lone demon tribe regardless of everything.

Many people even started infighting because there were too many people and too little resources.

After a round of massacre.

Nowadays, the number of small demons suitable for them to kill has sharply decreased, and the remaining ones are all powerful big demons. Even if they work together, it is difficult for them to take them down, so they dare not provoke them at all.

"Oh my! So you're all here! It took me so long to find you!"

He came walking lightly.

The man who came was tall and thin, swaying left and right in the wind and sand like a bamboo pole. He was Wei Zheng, the successor of the sect's talisman lineage.

I saw that his eyes were also red.

He held a stack of talismans in his left hand and a bloody demon head in his right hand.

It looked like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory, with a smile on its face, but it exuded an extremely evil murderous intent for no reason.

"Oh no, it's the sect sequence!"

See this.

All the inner disciples present were dumbfounded. They retreated involuntarily and fled in all directions.

"How can it be so easy to escape?"

Smiling contemptuously.

Wei Zheng narrowed his eyes and immediately swung his hands towards the void. Talismans flew all over the sky like fairies scattering flowers, trapping everyone in place in an instant.

The powerful true energy spread through the talisman, and the small formation formed was indestructible, which was not something that this group of inner disciples could contend with at all.

"We're from the same sect, and I don't want to do anything too extreme."

He raised his head and took a deep breath.

Wei Zheng's eyes widened as he bluntly said, "You all know what I want. Hand over all the demon cores in your hands, and perhaps I will show mercy and let you go. Otherwise, you will die."

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

It has always been like this in "Junzitang", but on weekdays there is not much conflict of interest among everyone, so it looks calm on the surface.

But now.

Everyone is fighting for their own future, so there is no room for mercy anymore.

The strong bully the weak, the weak live in misery, and everything is so reasonable.

Even if I'm unwilling.

These inner disciples had no choice but to do as they were told, because they knew very well that they could not be a match for Wei Zheng.

All of a sudden.

Dozens of demon cores were handed over obediently and piled up on the desolate sand dunes.

"You're smart..."

A satisfied smile.

Wei Zheng waved his hand to remove the talisman formation and said contemptuously: "Get out!"

Hear the words.

Just as everyone was about to leave, a sharp sword light suddenly fell from the sky.

Ss ...

A cold light flashed by!

next moment--

More than a dozen heads suddenly flew up, and hot blood splattered everywhere. Before the inner disciples could react, they fell in a pool of blood at the same time.

He was startled violently.

Wei Zheng widened his eyes and looked up involuntarily.

I saw the golden light slowly falling.

Zhang Xianling came walking on the wind, with the sharp edge swirling between the fingers of his right hand, and his determination was unstoppable.

“Zhang…Zhang Xianling?!”

Suddenly he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Wei Zheng was instantly frightened. He never expected that retribution would come so quickly. He actually ran into the most cruel plague god in the sect.

"Brother Zhang, I understand..."

Spread your hands.

Wei Zheng's smile was uglier than crying. He then pulled out several more demon cores and said timidly, "Consider these demon cores as a token of my appreciation. Senior Brother Zhang has a superb cultivation level and will definitely take charge of the sect in the future..."

There was a pause.

Wei Zheng pondered for a moment, then quickly said in a flattering manner, "I only hope that Senior Brother can help me in the future. I am willing to be your humble servant, always at your service, and I will never have any second thoughts!"

It’s not that Wei Zheng is willing to be a dog.

It was really because Zhang Xianling's cultivation was too strong that he killed more than a dozen people with just one move.

Wei Zheng boasted that he could defeat these inner disciples, but he would never be as calm and composed as Zhang Xianling.

"Wei Zheng, I have a question."

He raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Xianling had no expression on his face and said coldly, "If you answer correctly, I will let you go today."

"Brother, please tell me..." Wei Zheng said tremblingly.

"Tell me, are you more important to me, or are these demon cores more important to me?"

Hear the words.

Wei Zheng thought for a while and said tentatively: "It should be a demon core..."

Seeing that Zhang Xianling's expression was still grim, his aura was like an insurmountable iceberg.

Wei Zheng quickly shook his head and changed his words: "No, no, no, I think I am more important to you!"

"Wrong answer."

shook his head.

Zhang Xianling smiled and raised his eyebrows, saying, "It's very important to me without you!"

boom--

The surging energy and blood rushed straight into the sky.

The red palm that covered the sky and the sun immediately unfolded and fell from the sky like a mountain.

Bang!

Even though Wei Zheng suddenly set up a sky full of talismans to resist at the critical moment, under the suppression of absolute strength, such a trick was nothing but a last-ditch effort.

His expression before death was full of fear, and his tall and thin body was smashed to pieces by Zhang Xianling's palm.

Along with those useless talisman papers, they were torn into pieces on the spot like chickens and dogs, turning into tiny powder that drifted in the wind.

Concentrate your breath.

Zhang Xianling looked down at the mess below, especially the pile of demon cores on the sand dunes, which emitted an alluring luster in the dark.

"Wine, sex, money, anger, murderous knife..."

He sighed helplessly.

Zhang Xianling drooped his eyelids and smiled bitterly, "Although the stuff is good, it's a pity it's poisonous. I won't be fooled by those old guys!"

The demons in the "Demon Cave" have been sealed and suppressed for many years.

The surface of the demon core in the body was normal, but the inside was contaminated with the aura of the sealing formation here.

The evil spirit and the seal resonate with each other, and once taken as one's own, one will also be affected by cause and effect.

Situ Zhong took advantage of all this and subtly harmed the younger generation in the sect.

After all the younger generation of "Junzitang" have been assimilated by these demon cores.

He can use the formation left by his ancestor to forcibly refine everyone.

At that time, everyone's flesh, blood and soul will eventually turn into vital pills, becoming a help to prolong their lives.

Zhang Xianling was extremely calm, and he had already learned the truth from Prince Mantis.

Naturally, I wouldn't risk my life for money and touch such a weird thing.

"Less than half an incense stick of time..."

I looked up at the swirling clouds with undercurrents.

Zhang Xianling pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said, "Looks like we need to speed up. The more disciples of Junzitang die, the more fierce the internal strife among those old guys will become!"

People do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality.

Zhang Xianling's strategy was extremely vicious and was a complete conspiracy that left no room for escape.

——That is to kill as many disciples of the younger generation as possible while Situ Zhong and others are still here, seize the initiative, and cut off their retreat in one fell swoop!

When Situ Zhong brought the elders of the sect to the "Demon-Suppressing Cave" excitedly and prepared to take action, they found that the originally planned "human blood steamed buns" were not enough to be distributed.

Can be imagined.

In order to prolong their own lives, these old dogs will probably kill each other and blood will flow like a river soon!