In this world of practitioners, there are many kinds of cultivation methods.
Some people cultivate immortality, some cultivate good karma, and some just cultivate freedom.
The so-called "cultivation of freedom" seems to be unfathomable, but in fact it is a state of being unrestrained, natural and free, at ease and contented, and at ease physically and mentally. xь.
In an extreme situation, this state means...kill whenever you want, no matter how happy you are!
This kind of cultivation method that does not ask questions about one's mind and one's own instincts is the foundation that unites the Basan people.
You can say that these casual cultivators have no beliefs, but if you want to say that they have any beliefs, then what they believe in is "freedom."
How come you are happy.
Inside the outer gate, there is a creepy scene.
In the sect's main hall, there was blood dripping with blood and corpses scattered everywhere.
A large number of handyman disciples from the outer sect were now turned into cold corpses.
Their eyes were full of fear and confusion.
I don’t even know how I died.
A group of casual cultivators came out of the outer hall.
These people were covered in blood, the blood stains left over from the killings.
"Damn it, are all these guys so good? None of them can fight?" The villains cursed and headed towards the top of the mountain.
At the hub of the Qianling Sect's sect formation, two Qianling Sect elders lay slumped on the ground.
They were severely injured and their breath was extremely weak.
Above them, Jun Moxing, who looked like a wild ghost in red clothes, was destroying the hub of the sect's formation.
"Damn, how did they get in?"
The elder coughed up a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Nvganxi, there must be a female ganxi." Another elder yelled angrily: "Otherwise, it is impossible for these casual cultivators to appear behind us from the inside."
"Looks like you two idiots aren't too stupid."
Jun Moxing, who was overhead, was using a huge stone weapon to bombard the mountain gate formation.
It is difficult to understand Jun Mo Xing's behavior. This time-consuming, labor-intensive and thankless approach is completely unreasonable for a group of enemies who have successfully sneaked into the sect.
This is very difficult to understand behavior.
But Jun Moxing just did it, and he worked very hard.
No one knows what this madman is thinking.
However, it was impossible for such a big movement not to be known to the people on the top of the mountain.
As the sect's formation was broken, Qianling Sect was in chaos.
Dark clouds gathered under the night, as if indicating that a catastrophe was coming.
In front of the mountain gate of Qianling Sect, the atmosphere was suffocating.
At this time, the inner disciples had basically gathered and moved closer to the library pavilion.
The inner disciples were very puzzled!
Because the fire was burning to the point of eyebrows, the inner sect disciples all panicked, but not even one of the middle and high-level elders of the sect came out to maintain the situation.
This is really, what the hell.
Right now!
A sound of footsteps came from down the mountain!
A group of people wearing strange clothes came from all directions.
Eight scattered people!
And the minions they summoned under their command!
When the inner disciples of Qianling Sect saw this scene, they became a little uneasy on the spot.
These erratic guys had cold eyes, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light.
Who are these people?
The inner disciples of Qianling Sect showed a look of horror on their faces.
Just then!
An inner disciple stood up.
He put his hands on his hips and roared at the visitor:
"Who gave you the courage? You dare to come to Qianling Sect to cause trouble? Why don't you retreat quickly?"
The man who spoke, Yushu Linfeng, was young and full of energy.
With a heroic face, he has simply become the object of admiration among many inner sect female disciples.
The speaker is no one else!
It is none other than the chief disciple of the inner sect, a star-level cultivation wizard, known as the most outstanding genius since the founding of the Thousand Spirit Sect, Zhao Tianlong’s eldest son Zhao Jizhen! xь.
Following Zhao Jizhen's roar, the inner disciples seemed to have found a backbone and began to have fighting intentions.
Although the opponent is very strong!
Although the opponent looks very perverted!
But this is Qianling Sect, everyone’s sect.
Everyone has a reason to protect the sect.
The crowd was excited and ready to rush out and fight the enemy.
However!
Just when everyone’s emotions are running high!
In the black sky, there was suddenly a terrifying bloody light!
This bloody light was like a huge crescent, cutting into pieces the connection between time and space, and also cut off Zhao Jizhen's neck.
Poor.
Zhao Jizhen's impassioned and deafening questioning voice instantly became a cloud.
This Qianling Sect's leading genius for thousands of years unexpectedly died in such an inexplicable way.
On the other side, the bloody-handed scholar took back his magic weapon, the Half-Moon Golden Wheel, and then licked the blood on the magic weapon and sneered: "How dare cats and dogs scream in front of me. I'm really tired of living."
Murderous!
It's so murderous!
Zhao Jizhen's body fell apart and fell to the ground. Blood splattered all over the ground, scaring the faces of the other inner disciples.
Now, these inner disciples finally understand.
These guys are so strong!
Zhao Jizhen was considered to have the best fighting ability among the inner sect disciples, but as a result, he couldn't even make a move in the hands of the sick scholar in front of him, and was killed directly.
The blood of Zhao Ji really calmed everyone down instantly.
"Run quickly, go to the Library Pavilion and ask the elders to take charge of the overall situation!" The clever man immediately thought of a way.
This is also the only reliable method currently.
After being reminded, everyone quickly took over and retreated towards the library.
The bloody-handed scholar and his men did not immediately go after him, but instead waited with leisurely time.
It wasn't until Jun Moxing, dressed in red, arrived at the scene that the bloody-hand scholar stepped forward and reported, "Boss, the disciples and grandsons of the Qianling Sect have been forced into a corner, just waiting for you to make a fuss!"
"Oh? Didn't these Thousand Spirit Sect guys fight to the death?"
Jun Moxing, who just broke out in a sweat, sneered: "They all ran to a corner? Are you looking for death?"
The Blood-Hand Scholar laughed and said, "From what these inner disciples said, it seems that the heads and elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect are all studying in the Library Pavilion now!"
"Study? Have you learned to forget yourself?"
Jun Mo Xing smiled coquettishly and said, "Okay, then go and save them now!"
After saying this!
Jun Moxing walked in the direction of the library with his red clothes fluttering in the air.
As he got closer, Jun Moxing saw a group of disciples wearing Qianling Sect inner sect uniforms waiting anxiously outside the library attic!
And what’s even weirder is!
The entire library was brightly lit inside and outside, and a group of Qianling Sect elders sat in rows like elementary school students watching cartoons, listening to the class attentively.
These middle and high-level elders of Qianling Sect actually ignored the imminent annihilation of their sect at this time. Instead, they worked hard to write and draw on the table, as if they were trying to remember something.
It’s really a class!
What made Jun Moxing's eyes widen...
The person teaching these golden elixir-level monks turned out to be a tattered-looking humanoid puppet.
Damn it, isn't it?
Seeing this, Jun Moxing couldn't help but laugh maniacally: "They say that the guys from Qianling Sect are a bunch of idiots playing puppets. Now it seems like they are just insulting idiots. I'm afraid these guys have brains.
They're all broken. "
At this time, the Eight Sans and a group of minions had arrived at the scene and surrounded the library.
"That's all for today's human blood and organ meridian diagrams and conjectures on the evolution of abilities. get out of class is over now!"
Accompanied by the puppet's faint preaching.
The elders just woke up from a dream and started discussing one after another.
Everyone really didn’t take the Basan people who broke into the sect seriously!
This state of neglect directly made some people among the Basan people very unhappy.
But it’s not these people’s turn to be unhappy, because Song Ziyu is more unhappy than anyone else!
"I emphasize again and again! No one is allowed to desert when I am teaching. Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up!"
Song Ziyu raised his mechanical face, stared at the group of people with flashing red laser eyes and said: "You are so disrespectful to me and break my classroom rules, then no one of you will be able to leave today. , please stay and make up for me!"
