Chapter 110 [Kill! Kill! Kill!] "Could it be that our ancestors were wrong?" Uncle Zhang Wu hesitated for a moment, tried to pick up a piece of Zishan stone and bit it, but he heard a snap and his tooth fell out. Lin Xian smiled slightly and reminded: "This is the secret method of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief of my Tianxuan Holy Land, which is only taught to core disciples." "If you eat too much and don't cultivate your mind enough, your soul will not be able to control the power of your body, which will lead to disaster." Master Zhang Wu immediately looked up to the mountains and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Tianxuan Holy Land is truly an immortal sect, with countless secret methods, far surpassing Qingxia Sect. I wonder how it compares to the Jiang family?" The Jiang family, an ancient family, is located on the bank of the Jiang River. It is famous in the Eastern Wilderness and has always stood firm. Uncle Zhang Wu has never left this area, but he knows that the Jiang family is one of the most powerful forces in this vast land. Mortals even worship the Jiang family's ancestor, Emperor Hengyu, as a god. Of course, a great emperor is only one step away from becoming an immortal. In the ancient times, he must have been a true immortal, no different from a god. "That's my Saint Girl, and she's also the direct descendant of the Jiang family." Lin Xian pointed at Jiang Tingting and said calmly, "Her grandfather took the initiative to send his granddaughter to my Tianxuan Holy Land."
Master Zhang Wu smacked his lips, his eyes showing admiration, and then asked: "My ancestor, Master Yuan, was a guest of honor at Yao Chi Holy Land. I wonder what the relationship is between Tian Xuan Holy Land and Yao Chi Holy Land?" "The Yao Chi Holy Land is related to my Holy Son." Lin Xian laughed and said, "The Great Emperor Wu Shi is the Holy Son of Yao Chi." "There is a Holy Son in Yaochi?" Master Zhang Wu was slightly stunned, and couldn't help asking, "Hasn't there always been only Saint Girls in Yaochi Holy Land?" The first ancestor of the Zhang family, the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin, was full of vigor and vitality in his time, making all the major holy places lose face, but he had a close relationship with the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi. Their descendants also know some news about Yao Chi. "Ahem, don't pry into the affairs of the Great Emperor, or you'll bring disaster upon yourself." Lin Xian coughed and changed the subject to avoid any unexpected events. After all, they were right next to the Purple Mountain, where there was a Beginningless Bell that suppressed the world for eternity. "A big disaster?" Uncle Zhang Wu looked at Ye Fan, who was digging the Taoist temple of Emperor Wu Shi, with a strange expression. It seems that this kind of behavior will cause big trouble. Lin Xian gave Ye Fan some instructions, asking him to dig some more purple mountain stones for her, and then led Master Zhang Wu towards the stone village. This is a village built of stones, even the houses are made of stones. Lin Xian and others wanted to preach here, and the villagers were extremely enthusiastic. Dozens of households, nearly two hundred people, all came out to carry stones and build a spacious, bright, and proper stone Taoist temple in the village. Young Jiang Tingting sat in the center of the Taoist temple and chanted scriptures, with light coming from her body. This was both a way of teaching others and a way of reviewing the past and learning new things, and comprehending the mysteries of the Taoist scriptures. Some young children and teenagers sat cross-legged on the rocks and read aloud as well. "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three..." The sound echoed throughout the entire village, with its tender and crisp voice rising and falling one after another, and the villagers working nearby showed a smile of relief. It is new hope, full of vitality. Plant a seed today and it will flourish tomorrow. Lin Xian and Master Zhang Wu came to another stone chamber and taught the way to those who were adults and had a solid foundation. There are three surnames in Shizhai. One is Zhang, who is the descendant of Yuan Tianshi. The other two are Wang and Lei, who are the descendants of the ancient silver-blood royal family.
This clan has a sparse population, their blood is pure silver, and they possess terrifying talents. Once they grow up, they become terrifying and powerful. Although they have not produced any emperors, they have produced many great saints, and even the royal family dare not mess with them. After thousands of years of intermarriage, the three families have become indistinguishable from each other. They all have similar blood in their bodies and can be considered to belong to the same clan. It’s just that the bloodlines of the Wang and Lei families are deeper and easier to awaken. Wang Shu and Erlangzi are typical representatives. Once awakened, they will be pure-blooded descendants, and they can expect to become great sages and even quasi-emperors. Others, even if their bloodlines are diluted, can still open the seal and grow into strong ones. This is the method left behind by the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi to protect his descendants and grandchildren. Now it all belongs to the Tianxuan Holy Land. "Shizhai, an alternative stone village, can be transformed into the foundation of Tianxuan Holy Land." "It's just that there can't be too many people. On the one hand, it's to prevent the bloodline from being too thin. On the other hand, once there are too many people, people's hearts will become complicated and they will start to scheme against each other. They will no longer be as simple and innocent as they are today." "It is called the lower house, but in fact it is the future ancestral land." Lin Xian's mind was full of thoughts, and he began to instruct the monks in the Bitter Sea and Life Spring realms in the Stone Village, correcting the mistakes they made on the path of cultivation and guiding them towards a higher direction. Then these monks were appointed as class leaders, divided into several classes, to teach ordinary villagers how to practice. Master Zhang Wu taught some source techniques after everyone finished their training. Although it was only the basics of Source Heavenly Master, it was enough for low-level cultivators and mortals. Everything is thriving and prospering, and seems very harmonious and on the right track. It won't be long before Shizhai will be transformed into a pure land for spiritual practice. However, the noisy sound of horse hooves broke the silence. Outside the stone stronghold, dust was rising into the sky, and dozens of horsemen and riders arrived in the blink of an eye, with people shouting and horses neighing, and the air was filled with murderous aura. All of them were riding on dragon-scale horses, their green scales flashing, looking ferocious and fierce, and each of them smelled of blood. The leader was a bearded man about forty years old, with fluffy curly hair like a lion's mane, looking very fierce. "Big Beard Chen is here, bringing more than a dozen people with him, and he wants to destroy our village!" "Hide quickly! Bandits are coming, all armed with weapons, and they want to massacre our village." "Damn it, I just handed over the source, why are you here again!" The tranquility was broken in an instant. The villagers were immediately panicked and did not care about their cultivation. They returned home and picked up their machetes. The children who were listening to Jiang Tingting chanting were frightened and started crying, while some older children picked up stones and looked outside the village vigilantly. Lin Xian frowned, picked up a stone, snapped his fingers, and turned it into a sharp sword light and killed out. With a snap, the dragon-scale horse let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground. The bearded Chen who was riding on it was furious: "You damned scoundrels, how dare you kill my horse!" "You are really tired of living!" The other bandits roared, extremely arrogant and full of murderous intent. "You are showing off your arrogance and are courting death!" Lin Xian sat on the Taoist platform and sneered. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered that Chen Da Huzi and another person had reached the Divine Bridge realm, there were seven or eight cultivators at the Life Spring realm, and the rest were at the lowest level of the Sea of Bitterness realm. There is no need for him to take action at all. Ye Fan, who is at the other shore realm, can slaughter them all. He pointed into the air, and his Taoist power turned into a carrier pigeon and flew towards Ye Fan. In just a moment, a golden light rushed over. It was Ye Fan, carrying a huge purple stone weighing 180,000 kilograms on his shoulders. "kill!" Ye Fan shouted loudly and smashed a man to death with a huge rock, then rushed into the crowd, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, invincible. He killed the bandits and made them scream in pain, and blood flowed like a river. The combat power of the ancient holy body was unquestionable.
Seeing the bandits fall one after another, Erlangzi was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter, and then he started crying. He knelt down with a plop, kowtowed vigorously, and pleaded in a sobbing voice: "Master, my sister has been captured by them for several days. Please save her." "Your sister? My real sister!" Lin Xian's face darkened. Could it be that these bandits had ruined a great sage seedling? "It's my real sister." Erlangzi burst into tears. Although he was a bit naive and carefree usually, he was extremely sad at this moment. "What a sin! If the Eastern Wasteland Saints knew about this, they would be furious." Lin Xian sighed to the sky, then patted Erlangzi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Come on, I'll take you to save people." "Ye Fan, leave a few alive." "Got it." Ye Fan made a gesture. Having fought his way here from the Southern Region, he was already familiar with how to deal with the bandits. If he were in the Shenqiao realm to fight the bandits from the other side, it would take some effort, but now it is the other side fighting the Shenqiao, which is like cutting melons and vegetables. Ye Fan, who had always fought across borders and against immortals, felt the pleasure of crushing the opponent for the first time and could not help but let out a long roar: "Fighting is awesome!" "No wonder Master Lin never fights in a disadvantageous situation, he always fights in favorable circumstances." Ye Fan fought vigorously and vigorously, feeling extremely comfortable. He sighed in his heart, and then slapped Chen Da Huzi, who was about to escape, and knocked him unconscious. "Kill!" "Kill the horse bandits, kill the bandits!" The villagers in the stone village also rushed out with machetes, cleaned up the mess and vented their hatred. Chen Da Huzi had been here for many years, and not only Erlangzi's relatives had been killed. In the past, we had to swallow our anger in order to survive. Now that Lin Xian is here, we have the blue sky. With the Holy Body here, the Northern Territory is at peace! "Puff, puff, puff..." Rays of divine light shot out like bullets, the sound continued, and dead bodies kept falling to the ground. Until the last bandit fell, Lin Xian stood on the bloody ground and said loudly: "I came to the Northern Territory to do only three things: to establish a sect, to establish a faction, and to eliminate the bandits!" "Lord Holy Lord!" I don't know who shouted loudly, then knelt down and kowtowed, and then all the villagers knelt down in a crowd. "Stand up. The bandits told you to kneel down, but the Holy Lord told you to stand up. In the Tianxuan Holy Land, you are not allowed to kneel except when you are worshipping a disciple and receiving teachings." Lin Xian shouted, "Follow me to their lair, take back the source that belongs to us, and rescue our people." The young and strong men howled like a group of wolf cubs, riding on the dragon-scale horses that were the inheritance of the bandits. Their pupils were extremely hot and their blood was aroused. "Only one of you three can survive." Lin Xian poured a basin of water on Chen Da Huzi and the other two bandits who were still alive and said in a cold voice, "Tell me where your lair is. Whoever tells first will live." "I am from Qingxia Sect. Senior, you have misunderstood me, it is just a misunderstanding." The first thing Chen Da Huzi did after waking up was to bring up his backer. Lin Xian slapped him to death, not wanting to listen to any more nonsense. Then he looked at the two remaining survivors and said calmly, "He has already wasted his chance to survive. What are you going to do?" "I tell you!" a bandit with big ears shouted, "I know. It's in the stone forest three hundred miles away..." "Wait, let me kill someone first." Lin Xian smiled slightly and clapped his hands, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. In fact, he took the third bandit away and threw him into the stone stronghold. Then, Lin Xian sent a message to Ye Fan, asking him to secretly release the third bandit and monitor the direction of his escape. Ye Fan understood what he meant, retreated into the crowd, and then used the Great Void Technique to leave.
"You can tell me now." Lin Xian looked at the second big-eared bandit and smiled slightly, "I hope you won't lie." "Those two people just now have already lost their chance to survive." "If you lie, you will only lose your life, but I will have to waste my time looking for your lair. It's not worth it." "Of course, I can also hand you over to Erlangzi." "You idiot, what are you going to do with him?" "I'm going to bite off his flesh piece by piece!" Erlangzi's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. He threw away the big knife in his hand and stared at the bandit's throat fiercely, like a ferocious ancient beast. As long as Lin Xian gave the order, he would pounce on the enemy and rip open his throat to vent his hatred. "I said, don't kill me!" The big-eared bandit was actually scared to death. As a Life Spring monk, he was not even as good as some mortals. In the face of death, the courage he was proud of was not worth mentioning. Ye Fan looked indifferent. He had seen too many such bandits along the way. Seemingly cruel, but actually swinging a knife at the weak, he is a different kind of coward. Using violence to cover up one's cowardice will instantly expose one's true nature once threatened by greater violence. (End of this chapter)