It is not difficult to find where the Zhushen Clan is, although the Zhushen Clan has indeed moved away from their original place of residence.
It is actually much easier for a person to be isolated from the world than for a tribe to be isolated from the world.
Even if the Zhu Shen tribe moved away, they would still inevitably have to come into contact with the outside world. They had to live, eat and trade. How could the entire tribe be truly isolated from the outside world.
Lin Ye is here, this may not be the fault of the Zhu Shen Clan.
They're just pathetic enough.
Lin Ye was sitting on the branch of a big tree, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He had been sitting here for a full hour, quietly watching the people of the Zhushen Clan coming and going in the jungle.
Mutations can still be seen in some tribesmen, and it is obvious that this kind of mutation is still continuing.
This matter was a knot in Xin Yanque's mind. He couldn't get over it. His limit was to kill all the mutated Zhushen tribe members.
So Lin Ye didn't let Xin Yanque get close to him at all. When he was in Yunzhou, he even persuaded Xin Yanque not to come.
But in the end, Xin Yanque followed. It was not known whether he wanted to see if there were still mutations in the Zhu Shen clan, or if he wanted to see if Lin Ye could really do it.
He was not far from where Lin Ye was, standing on another big tree, holding one hand on the trunk. He was not looking at the Zhushen clan members, he was looking at Lin Ye.
Lin Ye drank sip after sip, as if there was no fluctuation at all. He drank quietly, not to comfort himself, as if he was just waiting for the sky to get dark.
Only when the sky comes, all the members of the Heizhuo God Clan will return to their base, so that no one is left behind.
It's still dark, no matter how much Xin Yanque looks forward to it at this moment
It would be useless to come later, but Xin Yanque didn't want to convince himself now, he wanted to convince Lin Ye.
"Lin Ye, can you really convince yourself?"
he asked softly.
Lin Ye's answer was.
"It's not that difficult to convince yourself. You don't need to convince yourself with moral standards. You don't even need to convince yourself that the Zhu Shen clan was once the invader of Dayu. Just two words are enough."
Lin Ye swept down from the tree, carrying his quicksand formation knife and walking towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station.
"Selfish."
This was Lin Ye's answer to Xin Yanque.
In fact, selfishness has a very broad scope. At the lowest level, it can be just for oneself, and at the largest level, it can be for all beauties.
Lin Ye said, as long as I am a beauty, when making choices, beauty will always be given priority.
That guy, carrying a knife, walked into the Zhuan Shen Clan's residence with slightly skewed steps. He looked like he was a little drunk, but how could a bottle of wine make him drunk?
Maybe he just wants to tell himself that you are drunk.
He walked over, looking a little lonely, but he didn't come alone, because he couldn't kill tens of thousands of people from the Wanzhen God Clan alone.
In order to get the people of the Zhushen Clan to surrender, Loutai Mingyu didn't come alone. A great monk from the God-endowed Realm led an army into the Zhushen Clan and massacred half of the clansmen to prove that disobedience would be punished. die.
When Lin Ye walked towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station, swordsmen wearing bamboo hats swept down from the surrounding trees one by one.
Like Lin Ye, they held a knife in one hand and walked towards the tribal camp. There were many people, but everyone seemed so lonely.
In the end, Xin Yanque did not get down from the tree.
, he chose to wait.
At least he knew that Lin Ye's judgment on him was correct. If he came, he couldn't do it and couldn't handle it.
In fact, if Lin Ye didn't handle this matter personally, no matter who did it, probably wouldn't be so determined.
Soon, bursts of wailing and various wailing sounds came from the Zhuan Shen clan camp.
Xin Yanque, who was standing on the branch, turned his head and looked in another direction.
The darkness in this jungle is heavier than outside, maybe this can make the killing less cruel and violent.
Xin Yanque has been standing here. He doesn't understand what he is doing. If he thinks Lin Ye is wrong, he can leave. At least he can do it without asking or watching.
But he didn't leave, he just stood here like a guy who had nothing to do with the matter, so as the night passed, Xin Yanque scolded himself at least twenty times.
Either go over and stop it, or participate in it. Standing here struggling and feeling uncomfortable, you look like a coward.
After daybreak, Xin Yanque heard the footsteps and looked towards the Zhuan Shen Clan's station. He saw Lin Ye walking out under the bits of sunlight with a knife in hand, and saw that the tip of the knife was still moving towards Drops of blood.
A great monk in the God-endowed Realm, with a group of swordsmen in bamboo hats who looked like hell-killing gods, slaughtered them for a whole night before completely erasing this tribe that was destined to leave no trace in history.
Although the distance was far away, and although the early morning light when the sun had just filtered through the gaps in the leaves was actually not that good, Xin Yanque seemed to see clearly, and Lin Ye's face was full of exhaustion.
No matter how much Lin Ye's realm falls, he is still a great monk in the God-giving realm.
, and must be the most terrifying one in the Immortal Realm, so even if such killings continued for three days and three nights, Lin Ye should not be that tired, but Xin Yanque firmly believed that he saw it.
So at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not wrong.
He wanted to tell Lin Ye that you are not that kind of person at heart, but Lin Ye interrupted him and said... I am.
Yes, Lin Ye is, at least judging from Lin Ye's actions, Lin Ye is.
But Lin Ye didn't think so, because Xin Yanque still firmly believed that Lin Ye could do it just because he was the one who had to do it.
However, there is no point in worrying about these, because if you can do it, you can do it. The reason is not important. Lin Ye himself will not be so entangled.
When Lin Ye walked under the tree, he raised his head and glanced at Xin Yanque who was high up. He paused for a moment and then asked, "Are you hungry?"
Xin Yanque shook his head.
Lin Ye said: "I'm hungry."
Then keep going.
This is not a big and prosperous city. You can't even see a place where you can spend money to eat if you go for dozens of miles here.
In one night, Lin Ye and those swordsmen in bamboo hats massacred nearly ten thousand people. If this kind of thing was written in the history books, then Lin Ye and these swordsmen in bamboo hats would be punished verbally and written down.
One night, the only thing Lin Ye could do was to hurry up and try his best to kill everyone with one knife.
Xin Yanque jumped down from the tree and followed Lin Ye: "I still have dry food here. You can't find anything to eat if you go forward."
Lin Ye said: "I just want to stay away and eat."
Xin Yan nodded and silently followed Lin Ye.
After the two people walked a long way side by side, Lin
Ye found a relatively clean place to sit down. He moved toward Xin Yanque. Xin Yanque picked off the dry food and handed it to him. Lin Ye didn't take it. After a while, Xin Yanque took the wine bottle hanging from his belt. Passed it over.
"Things like this will happen again."
Lin Ye took a sip of wine and said, "So sir, you don't actually have to follow me."
Xin Yanque said: "I know."
After a moment, he added: "Just follow."
Lin Ye looked at Xin Yanque, who shrugged his shoulders and said, "Halfway through, you must have heard Master talk about the man who filled ant nests with boiling water."
Lin Ye nodded.
Xin Yanque said: "Now that the Supreme Saint is on the throne, you are the one who does this. If you become the emperor, there still has to be someone to do this... Mr. Qian used a boiling kettle and an ant nest to train his heart. , I’ll just follow you all the way to refine my heart.”
Lin Ye said: "No, sir, even if I take off your heart and exchange it with mine, hang it in my body to refine your heart, when I give it back to you, your heart will still be yours."
Xin Yanque lowered his head and stared at the tender green grass at his feet in a daze.
Yes, you can't practice this kind of thing.
Lin Ye took another sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "No matter where I sit, I will still handle the matter. One person is enough to handle this kind of thing."
After saying this, Lin Ye drank all the wine in the flask.
He stood up and whistled, Zhaoye Qilin flew from a distance and arrived at Lin Ye's side a moment later.
Lin Ye looked back at the swordsmen in bamboo hats who were following him and shouted: "Everyone get on your horses and hurry up. After all, this is the territory of Loufan. After we go out, everyone will
Rest again and exert one last effort. "
"yes!"
All the swordsmen in bamboo hats responded. They still looked like the same expressionless killing machines.
But Xin Yanque knew that they were not them. In a sense, they were all Lin Ye.
Lin Ye said that one person is enough to do this kind of thing. This person is Lin Ye himself, including all the swordsmen who wear hats to cover their faces and their hearts.
The horses roared away, and the jungle returned to calm.
Birds are also singing in this forest, flying around, brisk and happy, as if nothing has ever happened here.
Soon after, about 1,100 miles away from the jungle where the Zhuan Shen clan was massacred, there was also a jungle here, also deep in the mountains.
A group of people, as agile as cheetahs, shuttled between the mountains and forests, scurrying up and down, but they were not hunting, they were... being hunted.
The swordsmen in bamboo hats carried their sheathless swords in one hand and a repeating crossbow in the other.
Those tribesmen with brown hair on their bodies died one after another under the crossbows and long knives.
Even if their movements are faster than real cheetahs, even if they are bloodthirsty and ferocious enough, their bloodthirstiness and ferocity are vulnerable to a blow under that terrifying quicksand array knife.
They kept running away, but the one who ran farthest didn't even make it three miles before he was chopped off with a knife.
The duration of this killing was much shorter than that of the Zhu Shen Clan, and it was over in less than half a day.
After all, there are not many people hiding here, they are just more difficult to kill than the people of the Zhushen Clan.
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The killing did not start at night, because these people were too flexible. When the sun just rose, Lin Ye was the first to walk over, followed by a large group of men carrying long knives.
As always, Xin Yanque still didn't follow him or leave, he just stood there and watched.
Another month later, Lin Ye and Xin Yanque returned to Xiantang City, the capital of Dongbo.
It seemed that Lin Ye was still the same as before, without much change, but Xin Yanque seemed to speak less and was always in a daze.
The moment he entered the gate of Yunzhou City, Xin Yanque suddenly let out a heavy breath, then looked at Lin Ye and said, "You are right again... I really can't practice it."
Lin Ye hummed, and while urging his horse into the city gate, he said, "Take me to see the new Shangyang Palace."
Xin Yanque took a deep breath and followed him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, but you can't talk nonsense when you go back about the fact that Shangyang Palace can now accept female disciples."
Lin Ye said: "The old headmaster should be very pleased."
Xin Yanque: "You don't understand him. He's so happy. Once I fall into his trap, won't I be scolded to death? Shangyang Palace's heart method is extremely pure and pure. In fact, it is really not suitable for female disciples to practice. I I just want the world to see that Shangyang Palace is...fair."
Lin Ye smiled and said: "So the old head coach should be pleased."
Xin Yanque said: "Glad or not, he will not come to Fengyu Temple in Xiantang City to see. This is Shangyang Palace that has nothing to do with him. He has handed over Shangyang Palace to me... ..”
Speaking of this, he looked at Lin Ye: "But the new female disciples in Shangyang Palace are wearing fitted white robes and their movements are neat.
They look really good together when they practice together. "
Lin Ye: "Alas..."
Xin Yanque: "Why are you sighing?"
Lin Ye said: "The old headmaster said that his master's most proud thing back then was that Shangyang Palace would not die in his own hands. In this sense, the old headmaster should also be pleased."
Xin Yanque: "Heh..."
