Half an hour later, the elders gathered their disciples and waited outside the hall for Bai Che's next instructions.
Bai Che walked out of the hall with a serious expression. Wen Liang stood next to him with a respectful expression. The disciples did not know that Bai Che was the new sect leader. Looking at the respectful attitude of the sect leader Wen Shao and the submissive attitude of the elders, their faces were a little strange unconsciously. But thinking about this demon's amazing fighting power, they had no choice but to keep silent.
I really don’t dare to ask.
"Thanks to the elders and Deputy Sect Master Wen for looking up to Bai, I have taken over as the new Sect Master of the Blood Puppet Sect." When Bai Che opened his mouth, it was Wang Zha, which surprised all the disciples. There was a commotion. He, a man of unknown origin. How could a stranger be the master of the Blood Puppet Sect?
Is there really no one in the Blood Puppet Sect?
"Whoever is dissatisfied can inform the elders that we will have a life-and-death battle with Bai. If anyone can defeat me, he will be the next sect leader." Bai Che's voice was very calm, "However, everything must be resolved first. This matter is related to the development and growth of the Blood Puppet Sect, so..."
"Let's go to Zhengyangmen." Bai Che said calmly, "For the disciples of Zhengyangmen, those who are willing to leave will be let go, those who are willing to surrender will be brought back, but those who stubbornly resist will be killed without mercy..."
"Remember, killing is not the purpose. Our purpose is to empty out Zhengyangmen. From the buildings and buildings in Zhengyangmen to the flowers and grass in Zhengyangmen, we will take away everything that can be taken away. Those that cannot be taken away will be smashed. You have to take it with you, you can use it as firewood."
Hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the Blood Puppet Sect changed slightly. What is the difference between this and bandits? Even the bandits and robbers were far inferior to him, but this was the order of the new sect leader. The elders nodded in agreement, and the disciples could not object.
Swish, swish, swish... The elders led their disciples towards the Zhengyang Sect. They were going to annex the Zhengyang Sect. This was the end of the many years of grudges between the Blood Puppet Sect and the Zhengyang Sect.
Seeing the dark group of people rushing towards the Zhengyang Sect, many monks from other sects were terrified. What was the Blood Puppet Sect going to do?
"Maybe the Blood Puppet Sect is going to start a war with the Zhengyang Sect in advance?" a monk asked.
"Excuse me, the Blood Puppet Sect came out in full force, suspected of attacking the Zhengyang Sect..."
"We have to report back to the sect master as soon as possible and see what the sect master has to say..." someone said cautiously.
However, most of the monks sent a message to the sect, and then quietly followed the Blood Puppet Sect to see if they could catch the leak. After all, if two sects fight, there will be damage. If both sides are injured, they can take advantage of the opportunity. Pick up some magic weapons, spiritual stones, spells...
The Zhengyang Sect and the Blood Puppet Sect are two sects that are incompatible with each other. Even if they think about it, they can't think of anything other than war between the two sects.
The news spread quickly, and the sects in the Great Wilderness had different views on it.
Small sects try to stay away from right and wrong, and see if they can pick up some mistakes in the end.
Medium-sized sects are always paying attention to see if they can get a foot in the door and grab more benefits.
The large sects expressed that they were not interested in the battles of these small fish and shrimps, and would only send some spies to inquire about the situation.
Bai Che ignored the following monks. Among them were casual cultivators, monks from small and medium-sized sects, and occasionally a few monks from large sects. Bai Che knew what they were going to do, but they never imagined that everything would be unexpected. Their expectations.
Half a day later, the people from the Blood Puppet Sect finally arrived at the Zhengyang Gate. Bai Che and the elders walked into the Zhengyang Gate with their disciples. The rest of the following monks were about a few hundred meters away from the Zhengyang Gate. They were also worried. Accidental injury, after all, several elders are in the Great Perfection Realm of Soul Casting, and Xue Wuyi of the Blood Puppet Sect and Zuo Dao of the Zhengyang Sect are both middle-level monks, so the impact of the battle is definitely not small.
They didn't know that Xue Wuyi of the Blood Puppet Sect was dead, and all the sect masters and elders of the Zhengyang Sect were almost wiped out. At this moment, the Zhengyang Sect was like a skinny old wolf with its teeth pulled out, with almost no fighting power.
But the scene that caught their eyes made them stunned. What was going on? The blood puppet goalkeeper Zhengyangmen is dead? They didn't have time to think too much and reported the situation to the sect one after another.
Today, the Zhengyang Sect is in dire straits, with less than three-tenths of its disciples remaining. There are blood stains everywhere, and many magic weapons and spiritual stones are scattered on the ground. However, there is only the aura of the Zhengyang Sect's magic "Yang Yan Curse".
Seeing this, Bai Che frowned slightly. He knew that there had been fights among the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect.
And it was obvious that the disciples with slightly better strength had already left with their belongings. Most of the disciples who stayed behind were disciples with low strength and insufficient qualifications, as well as the three elders whose cultivation was completely disabled. To Bai Che's surprise, The escaped Elder Qiu actually came back. Standing in the center, he was clearly their new sect leader.
"People from the Blood Puppet Sect, what are you doing here at our Zhengyang Sect?" the remaining disciples from the Zhengyang Sect asked loudly, and the loudness of their voices could not hide the trembling of their calves.
They didn't notice Bai Che because he looked so inconspicuous in front of the dark crowd of the Blood Puppet Sect.
"Has the strength of our Zhengyang Sect been exhausted?" Elder Qiu frowned, "Heaven, how should we preserve the inheritance of Zhengyang Sect?"
"Listen, Zhengyang Sect. If you want to leave, leave quickly. I'll give you ten breaths. The rest will be captured immediately. I, the Blood Puppet Sect, can keep you waiting for your life. If you still resist, I will kill you without mercy." Elder Zhao spoke.
"Zhao Wu. Don't let your Blood Puppet Sect be so rampant." Elder Qiu of the Zhengyang Sect said loudly: "Even if our Zhengyang Sect is completely dead and injured today and our inheritance is cut off, we will not surrender to you evil heretics. Even if we die, we will Bite off a piece of your flesh."
"Yes, I will not surrender. Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of meat like you beasts." Hearing the words of Elder Qiu, or to be precise, the leader of the Qiu sect, the disciples of the Zhengyang sect were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. The generous spirit of looking forward to death.
This made the disciples of the Blood Puppet Sect feel a little frightened. Although the destruction of the Zhengyang Sect was an inevitable outcome, it would still be damaged in the event of a fight, which would easily give opportunities to snoops from behind.
At this time, a sudden voice suddenly sounded: "Big-headed grandson, you ran very fast at that time. Instead of trying to save people, you slipped away from under your Grandpa Bai's nose. Didn't you expect that you would have the nerve to come back and become the head of the sect now?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Elder Qiu's expression changed drastically. He was angry at first, and then showed fear on his face. Who else could call him Big Head's grandson?
"The white devil who stripped off his clothes?" Elder Qiu finally saw Bai Che standing among the people in the Blood Puppet Sect. At this moment, he was looking at Elder Qiu coldly with amusement on his face.
The moment he saw Bai Che, Elder Qiu's determination to face death disappeared in an instant, and he was even thinking about how to escape.
When the other three elders and the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect saw Bai Che, the fear in their hearts rose to the extreme. It was this young man who killed the sect master and the elders in front of their eyes and destroyed the cultivation of the remaining three elders.
He is the devil himself.
Seeing Bai Che, their fighting spirit instantly collapsed, replaced only by fear. They looked at Bai Che nervously.
"What Elder Zhao just said is what I want to say. Do you have any opinions?" Bai Che walked out slowly and said calmly: "My patience is limited. I will give you three breaths to make a decision."
On the other side, watching Bai Che walk out, the monks hundreds of meters behind were stunned. They didn't recognize Bai Che.
"Who is this kid?" The monks looked confused.
"Maybe he is the young sect leader of the Blood Puppet Sect. I heard that Xue Wuyi accepted a disciple who was extremely talented and passed the position of the young sect leader to him. It must be him."
"However, this kid looks to be in his twenties and is only in the early stages of physical training. He doesn't look like he is gifted..."
"You...don't you think he looks a bit like the white devil who stripped off his clothes in Qingtong Mountain?" At this time, someone mentioned: "My disciple was robbed in Qingtong Mountain and had some impressions of him, so he drew a picture based on his memory. The picture looks quite similar."
"Don't tell me, it's quite similar...it's just a bit far away, so you can't see clearly."
"You're old and dim, just ask your disciple to come and recognize him..."
...
"The three-breath time has passed." Bai Che said calmly, "Are you going to surrender or fight?"
"The undressed white devil...fellow Taoist Bai, Qiu wants to ask you something." At this time, Elder Qiu said, "I wonder if fellow Taoist Bai is in the Blood Puppet Sect..."
Hearing this, Bai Che smiled faintly. He knew what Elder Qiu wanted to ask, so he replied: "I am the master of the Blood Puppet Sect."
As soon as these words came out, the people in the Zhengyang Sect were stunned and extremely surprised. Elder Qiu opened his lips slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The sinner Qiu Hai is willing to take all the current disciples and elders of the Zhengyang Sect with him, a total of three One hundred and twenty-seven people, surrender, we only hope that Master Bai will leave a legacy for us."
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." Bai Che said calmly: "But if you perform well, then I can consider it."
"Yes." Qiu Hai looked bitter and stepped aside. "From now on, Zhengyang Sect is willing to follow the lead of the Blood Puppet Sect."
The disciples of Zhengyang Sect also nodded in agreement.
A few words made hundreds of people from the Zhengyang Sect surrender. This not only shocked the monks hundreds of meters away, but also the disciples and elders of the Blood Puppet Sect were extremely surprised. Who is this Bai Che, and why is he so violent?
Just vote? What about the promised fierce battle? Is this how Zhengyang Sect surrendered to the Blood Puppet Sect? No matter how you think about it, it’s unbelievable and a fantasy.
"Elder Zhao, do as I say and don't miss any place." Bai Che ignored the looks of the others and just said calmly: "Bring the disciples from the Zhengyang Sect with you, they are more familiar with this place than us. Move everything here back to me.”
"Yes." Zhao Wu said. Then, he led his disciples to carry out a carpet-like "sweeping". The disciples of the Zhengyang Sect were also forced to join this "sweeping".
Unexpectedly, the first "sweep" was to sweep away his own sect. Qiu Hai felt bitter, but he did not dare to say it.
However, this seems interesting.
"Master, do you want to take these granites back?" An elder came running to wait for instructions.
"Bring it, why don't you bring it?" Bai Che said, "Wouldn't it be nice to take it back and build a house?"
"Master, this dirt..."
"Take it back and plant flowers."
"Master, these rockeries..."
"Take it back and build a garden for me."
...
The monks who were hundreds of meters away looked at their crazy "sweeping", and their eyes almost fell out of their heads. They were more bandits than bandits, and you were talking about picking up leaks? If you can pick up a stone, it's considered good.
Bai Che watched the Zhengyang Gate gradually become bare. Thinking that these were his properties, he felt indescribably happy.
Suddenly, Bai Che seemed to realize something, so he said to Wen Liang beside him: "Wen Liang, isn't the 150,000 spirit stones you gave me equivalent to what I gave to myself?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Guess."
Hearing this, Bai Che's face turned dark. What's going on? He took his own money, thinking that it was given to him by others. When he was sold, others counted the money. When he became the sect leader, he could use any resources at will. In other words, the previous 150,000 yuan was equivalent to not being given. But he waited at the Blood Puppet Gate for several hours. Thinking about it this way, he was at a huge loss.
Bai Che believes that the ideal situation is that 150,000 spirit stones must be created out of thin air, but the reality is not like this. So, Bai Che said: "Wen Liang, go back and copy the rules a hundred times."
"Why?" Wen Liang asked.
"Guess." Bai Che smiled.
Wen Liang:......
