This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

Chen Haochu, who was once forced into a desperate situation, also felt the same fear.

"Crazy, all crazy..."

The fat on his face trembled constantly, and he suddenly raised the brush in his hand.

Chen Haochu's heart hardened, and he shouted, "You son of a bitch, I'm going to fight you!"

The true energy in the body surged.

The brush in Chen Haochu's hand suddenly changed and instantly turned into a pillar supporting the sky.

While writing with his brush, he smashed it hard towards Fan Bukong's head.

"Ridiculous!"

There was no intention of dodging at all.

Fan Bukong smiled coldly, raised his hand and swung it casually, and the precious light around him flashed continuously, and a strong wind blew up in an instant.

boom--

Then there was a loud bang.

The towering brush collapsed piece by piece on the spot, crumbling like tofu, and turned into a pile of debris in an instant.

"Don't forget where this yellow-level 'Tian Gang Pen' of yours came from..."

Narrow your eyes.

Fan Bukong walked forward slowly, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are using the magic weapon I refined to deal with me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?!"

Hear the words.

Chen Haochu suddenly remembered that this magic weapon of his was made by Fan Bukong, who was an expert in refining weapons.

In fact, from the very beginning, the younger generations of "Junzitang" were already at a disadvantage.

They are completely dependent on the sect, and every step they take is calculated clearly.

Once the massacre begins, one can only wait to be harvested.

With a whoosh~~

Fan Bukong took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Chen Haochu.

He reached out and easily grabbed his throat.

"No, don't..."

Trying hard to struggle to survive.

Chen Haochu was lifted up high, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. Apart from howling helplessly, he had no ability to resist at all.

"I accept your energy, blood, spirit and soul!"

The murderous intent in his eyes was revealed.

Fan Bukong's expression was ferocious. He raised his hand and pointed to activate the formation, wanting to completely refine Chen Haochu in one fell swoop.

Clang~~~

crucial moment--

A melodious sword chant cut through the sky, and countless rays of light suddenly fell like a shower of meteors and gathered into an ancient bronze sword.

Boom!

The heavy sword had no edge, but it was incredibly powerful and stabbed heavily into the ground.

The powerful impact was so devastating that it knocked the two people on the sand dune away instantly.

Fan Bukong leaped back dozens of feet in a panic and barely managed to stand still.

As for Chen Haochu, he cried blood and fell headfirst into the sand like a kite with a broken string.

"Junior Brother Fan, what you're doing seems a little against the rules..."

high in the air.

Situ Zhong's eyes were gloomy and he looked down at the mottled earth with an expressionless face.

One could see the sword energy swirling around him, and the aura of his cultivation that had reached the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm was almost unobstructed.

He looked up at the extremely powerful old Taoist in the sky.

Fan Bukong gritted his teeth secretly and asked in a deep voice, "Situ Zhong, what the hell do you mean?!"

Slowly falling from the void.

Situ Zhong looked calm as the bronze sword in front of him dissipated in the wind, turning into specks of dust that slowly merged into his brows.

"Why, you don't even call me Senior Brother?"

Narrow your eyes.

Situ Zhong shook his head silently and sighed softly, "It was thanks to my efforts back then that I turned the tide and found this new way to prolong life that I was able to save your lives."

"What a pity, people's hearts are no longer as they used to be..."

Keep your feet on the ground.

Situ Zhong's expression was helpless, and he sighed, "I clearly extended your lives for over five hundred years, but when hard times came, none of you could help me out. All you thought about was yourselves."

talking.

Situ Zhong raised his hand and threw several round things in front of Fan Bukong.

Take a closer look.

Fan Bukong was stunned.

Several bloody heads were clearly visible, Beichen Han and Wang Qi were among them, and the rest were all elders of the "Junzi Hall".

"Old thief Situ, are you...are you crazy?!" Fan Bukong said in shock.

"Crazy?"

He stroked his beard.

Situ Zhong shook his head silently and said helplessly: "I am just tired."

"For over five hundred years, you old guys have been like a bunch of annoying lice, clinging to the system I worked so hard to build, constantly sucking my blood..."

Just raise it casually.

Chen Haochu, who had already fainted not far away, suddenly flew backwards.

Like a magnet, he was instantly attracted to Situ Zhong.

"Unfortunately, this time is different from the past. A large number of disciples have died for no reason, and the number of life-extending pills has dropped sharply. Obviously, there are not enough to distribute."

Formation together.

Situ Zhong did not hesitate and immediately refined Chen Haochu into a silver pill, which he put into his pocket.

“Looking back, this is actually a good thing.”

Moved my neck.

Situ Zhong said coldly, "The path of cultivation has always been a dangerous and narrow one. Without your burden, I can enjoy all my lifespan this time. Perhaps I can even break through and reach the Golden Core Realm in one fell swoop."

Having said that,

Fan Bukong no longer had any illusions, realizing that the other party was determined to take all the life-extending elixirs for himself and completely abandon the others who were still struggling to survive.

Bang~~

Fan Bukong made a prompt decision.

He used all the magic weapons floating around him to cover his retreat, then turned around and tried to escape without looking back.

His eyes were always cold.

Situ Zhong waved his hand fiercely, and thousands of sticky black inks spread out, like a mad beast, swallowing up many magic weapons in the void in one gulp.

Write the history with pen and ink, and repel all enemies with a stroke of the brush.

Situ Zhong inherited the most orthodox Confucian and Taoist magical powers of "Junzitang".

Every move he makes is as powerful as a tidal wave, making it impossible for people to escape easily.

"Junior Brother Fan, for the sake of my immortality, please go with the others and rest assured!"

bang bang bang~~

The continuous explosions came one after another, shaking the earth like a tsunami.

"Brother, please spare me, no... Master, please spare me!"

The sticky ink was as difficult to escape as a deep swamp, and it immediately bound Fan Bukong so that he could not move.

Fan Bukong was terrified and begged for mercy, "I hope that the Sect Master will spare me for the sake of our fellow disciples. I will voluntarily leave Junzitang and from now on, I will no longer interfere in the affairs of the sect!"

"Let you go?"

His expression was stern and slightly crazy.

Situ Zhong sighed softly and asked, "But who can let this old man go?"

Say it.

Thousands of sword energies began to condense.

The huge bronze sword fell from the sky again and landed heavily on Fan Bukong's head.

boom--

After a burst of noise.

Fan Bukong's body collapsed on the spot, leaving only his head falling there. His expression was terrified, but he died with his eyes open.

Under the hill.

Ouyang Yun witnessed the whole process, his face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his mouth.

But the next moment, Situ Zhong turned around and looked over, as if he had already known about her peeping.

"Yun'er, since everyone has seen it, how long are you going to hide?"