This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

Purple Palace Golden Elixir.

It is the foundation of the "Golden Core Realm" cultivators. The vitality and magic power contained in it are so tremendous that it is probably more than a hundred times the true energy in Zhang Xianling's body.

He threw it into the sword-storing gourd with his backhand.

Zhang Xianling turned around to look at Shen Tuyu who was standing on the ruins not far away and shouted, "Xiao Yuzi, stay where you are and don't move. I'll be back soon!"

Say it.

Without waiting for the other party to respond.

Zhang Xianling immediately controlled the escape light and rushed towards the place where Prince Mantis fell.

The cliffs were broken and dilapidated, and everywhere you looked was a scene of destruction and devastation.

In the huge crater, a half-dead fat mantis sat slumped in the rubble, the hole in its chest a bloody mess.

Almost all of his limbs were broken and drooped limply.

"Smelly boy..."

He raised his head with difficulty.

Yuwen Sheng was trembling all over, looking no different from an insect that had been stepped on by someone. He was barely breathing until he had only his last breath.

"Situ Xiaoer... is he dead?"

"Senior, don't worry."

He nodded expressionlessly.

Zhang Xianling said calmly, "Situ Zhong has already been killed. The strike from you just now directly shattered his purple palace qi sea. There is absolutely no chance of him surviving."

Hear the words.

The fat mantis's head drooped in relief, and with a violent cough, a large amount of green blood spurted out of its sharp mouthparts.

It seems that Yuwen Sheng has also suffered a serious blow and is probably beyond recovery.

"Stinky boy, if I'm not mistaken, even if I ask you to hand over that talisman now, I'm sure you won't do it..."

in silence.

Zhang Xianling's eyes were calm, and he did not respond to the dying Mantis Prince.

Everyone in the world comes for profit, and everyone in the world goes for profit.

Actually.

From the very beginning, Zhang Xianling wanted to profit from it and let the two fight to the death.

This ending is the best now, and it is exactly what Zhang Xianling wants.

"Haha, I didn't expect that..."

He raised his head and smiled bitterly.

Prince Mantis shook his head weakly and lamented, "I've fought against the Gentlemen's Hall for most of my life, and the final winner turned out to be you..."

Stand with your hands behind your back.

Zhang Xianling remained noncommittal and asked, "Senior, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

There is no need for Zhang Xianling to do it himself.

The lingering vitality was gradually dissipating from the body of the Mantis Prince Yuwen Sheng.

"As for my wish, I do have one..."

The luster in the emerald green eyes gradually dimmed.

Yu Wensheng sighed softly and chuckled softly, "So many years have passed, I wonder if the pear blossom sea in my hometown of the Northern Wilderness Continent is still alive..."

Close your eyes.

Yu Wensheng's breath was weak, and he blurted out: "I really want to go back to my hometown and see that beautiful scenery again..."

Say it.

Prince Mantis's head drooped, his huge body became cold and stiff, he took his last breath, and completely disappeared in a pool of dark green blood.

Close your eyes.

Zhang Xianling frowned slightly, waved his hand and sent out a sharp sword energy, cutting off Prince Mantis's head on the spot.

"Okay, I promise..."

He picked up the huge mantis head and threw it into the sword-storing gourd.

Zhang Xianling's eyes were like torches, and he snapped his fingers again. The scorching flames instantly rose up and swallowed up Yuwen Sheng's body in one fell swoop.

"One day, if I can set foot on the land of the Northern Wilderness Continent, I will definitely bury your head by the Pear Blossom Sea, as a way of repaying my debt to you, Senior."

Regardless of his purpose, Yuwen Sheng has helped Zhang Xianling more than once.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Before his death, the displaced demon general's greatest wish was to return home.

Zhang Xianling has always been utilitarian, but he is not heartless.

It was just a small favor, so he readily agreed.

"Brother! Something terrible is happening..."

suddenly.

Shen Tu Yu's voice sounded in his mind, and his tone seemed very anxious.

He raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Xianling was a little surprised.

Including the headmaster Situ Zhong, all the elders of the "Junzi Hall" have passed away one after another. Now, who can threaten their safety?!

"What's going on? Tell me slowly..."

He pondered for a long time.

Shen Tuyu continued to transmit his voice: "Brother, look at the pit and ruins below!"

Hear the words.

Zhang Xianling quickly looked over and saw dozens of dusty and alive people climbing out of the ruins in the collapsed pit below.

They were actually a group of surviving outer disciples of the "Junzitang"!

"Good guy..."

I couldn't help but feel confused.

Zhang Xianling drooped his eyelids, and said with a twitch of his mouth: "These idiots are like cockroaches in the corner. Their vitality is too tenacious."

Experienced an unprecedented massacre.

Two generations of elite disciples of "Junzitang" were almost wiped out in this battle.

On the contrary, no one cares about those outer disciples who do menial tasks and have little strategic significance.

They hid everywhere in the "Demon-Suppressing Cave" and barely survived.

Now the seal and crisis are lifted.

These outer disciples relied on their strong will to survive and managed to crawl out of the pit in groups of three or five.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" Shen Tu Yu asked.

Scratched the back of his head.

Looking at the increasing number of survivors below, Zhang Xianling was also in trouble for a moment.

According to the original idea.

Zhang Xianling has already taken all the benefits from "Junzitang" and now he should just pack up and leave.

But he never expected that there would be so many survivors.

To know.

Previously in the "Demon Cave", in order to cause Situ Zhong and others to fight among themselves, Zhang Xianling had openly hunted down his fellow disciples.

In the eyes of the righteous in the three realms and four continents, this is absolutely a demonic act of betraying one's teacher and ancestors.

If this gets out, it will definitely arouse the outrage of all decent people in the entire Eastern Region of China.

Will he still be able to hang around in society in the future?!

As the saying goes, people's words can be feared.

Faced with these surviving outer disciples, Zhang Xianling must not leave them alone, otherwise he would have to fool them and make them shut up willingly.

It really doesn't work.

Even if we go on a killing spree again, we must not leave behind so much disaster!

"Otherwise, kill them all..."

Raise your eyebrows slightly.

Zhang Xianling raised his hand to gather strength, and the sword energy at his fingertips condensed again.

"Sending them to meet the ancestors of the sect can be considered a complete success."

Hear the words.

Shentu Yu's forehead was covered with black lines.

He stumbled and almost fell from the broken walls into the bottomless abyss.

He has a kind and honest heart, but he is not as cruel and ruthless as Zhang Xianling. This kind of action is an act with the idea of ​​destroying the whole family, so he dare not even think about it, let alone actually do it.

The two were discussing something.

The starry night sky suddenly shook slightly, and a few misty beams of light rose from the distance. After a while, they arrived above the gate of Junzitang.

"Where is the headmaster of Junzi Hall?!"

The powerful aura spread out like an invisible net, enveloping everyone.

Several monks in gorgeous robes stood in the air, lined up in a row, and looked down at the mountain gate and cave on the ground which had long since turned into an abyss, their faces filled with arrogance.

"The Eastern Territory Divine King's immortal envoys have arrived in person. Why don't you quickly show up to greet him?!"