This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The same scene happened frequently almost everywhere in the "Demon-Suppressing Cave".

Not like before.

The elders of the sect discovered in despair that the number of ordinary disciples who were still alive was very small and there were not enough to be distributed.

Even the lowest-ranking outer disciples have become popular now.

Many people began to complain.

If things continue at this pace, wanting to replenish one's lifespan would be nothing more than a pipe dream.

Bend your hand and stretch it out.

Situ Zhong stood in the wilderness, and the three inner disciples in front of him floated up, their eyes filled with fear, but they could not make any sound at all.

Not long after.

As the formation was activated, hazy mist also emerged from the seven orifices of the three inner disciples.

Situ Zhong waved his hand, throwing away the cold corpse, and three pills of different colors appeared in his hand.

"strangeness......"

He couldn't help but frown.

Situ Zhong was also a little surprised. He looked down at the blue and two white life-extending pills in his palm, and the solemnity between his brows became increasingly clear.

The white pill can extend your life for three years.

A slightly stronger blue pill can only extend life by five years at most.

For normal disciples, their Qi, blood, spirit and soul can be transformed into silver elixirs, which are enough to extend their lifespan by more than ten years.

As for geniuses like Zhang Xianling and Ouyang Yun, they are at the Golden Core stage.

Not only is it enough to extend their lifespan by more than a hundred years, it may even help them advance their cultivation, give birth to an inner elixir, and thus be promoted to a cultivator in the "Golden Elixir Realm".

That being said.

After all, talented descendants of evildoers are rare, and even among the sequence disciples there are only a dozen or so.

Although those ordinary disciples are of little use after being refined, their advantage lies in their large numbers. When accumulated together, they become the greatest reliance for everyone to prolong their lifespan.

Foundation determines everything.

Without the support of a large number of ordinary disciples, the rules formed over hundreds of years would immediately collapse.

Situ Zhong was well aware of the ugliness of human nature. In order to protect themselves, the elders who had been in cahoots with him for many years would definitely fight over resources.

It's just a matter of time...

"Forget it, I'd rather die than let my friend die."

He stroked his beard.

Situ Zhong put away the pill, and the cruelty and viciousness between his brows were obvious.

"Although I don't know where the problem lies, now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to take preemptive action. Since the ordinary disciples have suffered heavy casualties and their numbers are insufficient, I can't talk to you about morality and rules."

Think of this.

Situ Zhong made a counter-move, and a golden book appeared in his hand.

After opening it.

It records the names and cultivation levels of all the sects in the "Junzitang".

This is the sect’s disciple roster, one of the exclusive rights of the sect leader.

Including Zhang Xianling, all the disciples of the "Junzitang" had a trace of blood and energy mark left on them when they were canonized.

now.

It is just right to use it to locate those young geniuses who are usually arrogant and domineering, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"Ok?"

Suddenly I noticed that Zhang Xianling's name on the list was dim, as if it was obscured by something.

Situ Zhong frowned and immediately realized something.

"Zhang Xianling... Could it be that the source of all these strange things is related to this kid?"

He hesitated for a while.

Situ Zhong stroked his beard and was silent for a while, but he already had a plan in mind.

Ding sound~~

He pointed at the list in his hand, and the name "Ouyang Yun" immediately shone with brilliant light.

Unable to locate Zhang Xianling, Situ Zhong simply settled for the second best and decided to take in Ouyang Yun first before making any other plans.

The target's location was determined.

Situ Zhong's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he no longer had the slightest bit of the demeanor of a sage he usually had. He immediately soared into the air, riding on the strong wind and heading in the predetermined direction.

at the same time.

At this moment, Ouyang Yun had not yet realized that disaster was about to happen, and he climbed over a desolate sand dune alone.

Along the way, she discovered the corpses of many of her fellow disciples.

Most of them had their heads chopped off, and the rest had their orifices charred black. All their energy was forcibly taken away, and their deaths were truly horrifying.

"What's going on? What's going on..."

His clothes were stained with blood.

Ouyang Yun couldn't help but feel frightened. He also felt it was weird, but he couldn't understand the logic behind it.

It was clear that just a moment ago, everyone was still fighting for the demon core.

Turn your head around.

The atmosphere of the entire "Demon Cave" became confusing, as if everyone had disappeared in an instant, and the air was filled with deathly silence and conspiracy.

With a bang~~~

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the front, and dust immediately flew all over the sky. It was obvious that someone was fighting not far away.

Startled slightly.

Ouyang Yun quickly crouched down and, with the cover of the whistling sand and wind, carefully climbed up a sand dune nearby.

At a glance.

I saw two familiar figures confronting each other, and the situation was already tense.

"Don't, don't come over..."

The fat all over his body was shaking with fear.

Chen Haochu was spitting blood and holding his huge brush, he was retreating step by step, but he didn't know that there was no way to escape.

"Uncle Fan, why did you kill me? I have always been a good disciple and have never done anything to let the sect down. There must be a misunderstanding..."

"idiot!"

grin.

Fan Bukong's expression was ferocious, and the murderous aura emanating from his body was not concealed at all.

"You fat bastard, are you still harboring illusions now?!"

Hear the words.

Chen Haochu was sweating profusely, and felt like there was something stuck in his throat. He was already scared out of his wits.

"The sect doesn't care whether you are loyal or not. From the very beginning, you ignorant youngsters are destined to become our vassals!"

He raised his hand.

Densely packed magic weapons flew out of his body and rapidly revolved around Fan Bukong.

How powerful is the behavior of the early stage of the "Foundation Building Realm"?

With Chen Haochu's level of skill, he could not be a match for Fan Bukong even if he tried his best.

"I can't help it, it's just bad luck..."

Licking his lips.

Fan Bukong raised his eyebrows, took a step into the air, and pressed forward step by step, controlling many magic weapons.

"Originally, it was your master who should have dealt with you, but unfortunately, I happened to run into him!"

There was a pause.

Fan Bukong sneered and said coldly, "Everyone deal with their own disciples. It sounds great, but the problem is that those ordinary disciples are almost dead. If that's the case, how can I continue to abide by such a broken rule!"

He pointed at the trembling Chen Haochu.

Fan Bukong's eyes were red, his expression became extremely greedy, and he growled hysterically, "I want your blood, spirit, and soul, kid. I'll buy you at least ten years of life. No one can snatch it from me!"

As soon as these words came out.

Ouyang Yun, who was hiding not far away, was stunned.

Especially when he recalled Situ Zhong’s cold and dignified declaration just now, he suddenly fell into the abyss, feeling fear and despair.