Heads rolled down into the crowd one by one, with distorted expressions and frightened eyes, as if they had seen an indescribable demon.
The disciples of Ximashan didn't dare to do anything, not even move. They were afraid that if they made the slightest move, they would be noticed by the killer star, who would snatch him out on the spot and kill him as a warning to others.
Gong Mengbi killed from one side to the other, killing heads and blood flowing like rivers.
The stone platform in front of the hall was stained red with blood, and the disciples were kneeling in a pool of blood, trembling all over.
Click.
When the last head fell off, Gong Mengbi lamented: "These are the mainstays of our Xima Mountain. We should have peace of mind, inherit the blessings of our predecessors and pave the way for future generations, but all of them have gone astray."
The deep regret and sorrow in his words made people's spines tingle. The person who said these words should be a respected elder who is dedicated to the sect, and should be a kind person who cares about the juniors and teaches them earnestly.
The Ma Qingji in front of him was indeed an elder who cared about the sect, but the method he used made people shiver in every limb.
It is not that the disciples of Ximashan have never seen death. Most of them are quite mature in their methods of killing people and seizing souls. But when their status changed, when the elders of the sect who they thought were invincible were killed like mortals, when they became lambs to be slaughtered, their fear was finally awakened.
Gong Mengbi raised his eyes from these deposed elders and looked at the disciples of Xi Mashan.
The disciples of Xima Mountain couldn't bear it anymore and started crying: "Master, please spare my life! I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"Please, Ancestor, spare your disciple's life!"
Gong Mengbi said: "Bring up all those who have refined the Yinhun Banner!"
"Master! Spare your life!"
One by one, Ximashan disciples were escorted forward by ghost immortals. Their sharp cries and howls circled in front of the hall, their screams and unwillingness intertwined together.
But Gong Mengbi's heart was extremely cold and unmoved.
Gong Mengbi stood in front of them and said: "Immortal characters are not separated from people. You are not caring about the way of cultivation, harming heaven and life, killing people and stealing souls. You should be punished!"
He killed him with one sword after another, and the cold blood flowed on the stone steps. The screams and unwillingness, anger and hatred all disappeared under his sword and became all in vain.
Seven out of ten disciples from Ximashan in front of the hall, only the last 30% were prostrate, shaking like chaff.
The stone platform in front of Xima Mountain Hall has been soaked with blood, and the cracks in the stone are bright red.
Gong Mengbi said: "Look up! Open your eyes and watch!"
These disciples of Ximashan could only raise their heads and look at the falling heads. Among them were their elders and their fellow disciples. They used to be so domineering and fierce in the past, but now All in vain.
Gong Mengbi said: "If we count them one by one, you will all die. But I have killed the first culprit today, and apart from being stubborn, I will give you a way to survive."
"Thank you Master for sparing me!"
Gong Mengbi stood the Hundred Soul Banner in a pool of blood. The pungent smell of blood lingered in people's minds like a nightmare and would become a sight they would never get rid of in their lifetime.
"Come forward and kneel down for me."
The disciples of Xima Mountain who were lucky enough to survive walked tremblingly under the Hundred Souls Flag, and the servants and attendants also came forward and knelt under the Hundred Souls Flag.
"I want you to swear an oath to this flag to change your mind, change your past, and never do evil again. Otherwise, you will suffer the misfortune of having your soul stolen by this flag and the punishment of destruction from heaven and earth!" Gong Mengbi said coldly.
These disciples dared to disobey and swore vicious oaths to the Hundred Soul Flag.
Gong Mengbi said quietly: "The oath you have sworn today will be fulfilled if you violate it in the future."
The Hundred Souls Flag exuded a scattered glow, and the coagulated blood on it seemed to be alive, condensing into strange incantations on the flag's surface.
With the oath as an agreement, Gong Mengbi easily controlled their energy and cast a spell.
In the future, if they do not repent, the curse will take effect and they will die as promised.
These disciples fell at Gong Mengbi's feet and said, "Disciples don't dare."
Gong Mengbi said: "Take their bodies and bury them properly."
Gong Mengbi turned around and walked into the hall, looked at the magnificent gold and jade decorations in the hall, and sighed softly.
A moment later, the only living elder in Ximashan also walked into the hall. Seeing Gong Mengbi sitting on the cloud platform and taking a nap, he knelt in front of him and said: "Master, their bodies have been buried."
Gong Mengbi opened his eyes and looked at him, asking, "Do you know why I spared your life?"
The only living elder showed loneliness on his face and said, "Disciple doesn't know."
Gong Mengbi pointed at his own eyes and said: "Because you are the only one who can barely be considered a disciple of Xima Mountain. It is rare that you can be clean and self-sufficient in Xima Mountain without being stained with murder. Do you blame me?"
The elder shed tears and said, "I knew they would be here today. If our master doesn't clean up the rules today, if they get into trouble someday, it will only make Ximashan suffer a disaster."
Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "What is your name and what are you doing in the mountains?"
The elder said: "Disciple Qiu Yun, I used to manage the medicine fields in the mountains. Later, the medicine fields needed to be irrigated with living souls, so I went into seclusion to practice cultivation, and I didn't manage anything."
Gong Mengbi nodded: "From now on, you will be in charge of Xima Mountain. Although I have killed a group of evildoers, among the remaining disciples, there are some with good talents and decent temperaments that can be carefully cultivated, and there are still some Those who are vicious and untamable need your thunderous means to control them.”
Qiu Yundao: "Disciple, I obey."
Gong Mengbi said: "Doing good is like ascending, doing evil is like falling. You will have to worry more in the future."
Qiu Yun walked out of the hall, and the sunlight fell on him, giving him a slight warmth, alleviating the fear and chill in his bones.
The disciples and servants were washing the blood stains on the stone platform in front of the temple, but they couldn't wash it away at all. The dark red blood stains in the cracks of the stone have solidified, and no amount of water can wash them away.
The disciples and servants of Ximashan were all doing things, and no one was talking, as if their souls were being destroyed along with the master's cruel hands.
Elders like Qiu Yun can't control themselves, let alone those juniors and ordinary people who haven't even stepped foot in the door yet.
But after this difficulty, Xi Masan can be regarded as separated from the past, and did not fall deeper into the evil path.
Qiu Yun is a rare sober person, but living in Xima Mountain, the more sober he is, the more painful he becomes. He had no way to change or escape.
On the one hand, he is his fellow disciple and teacher, who has raised and taught him, and on the other hand, he cherishes the right path and knows the pros and cons.
He had no other option but to retreat into seclusion.
But now, it's like heavy snow falling, everything is clear and clear.
(End of chapter)
