Taoist Zi Ling stared at Xia Chen, his eyes were cold and stern, as if he had seen through Xia Chen's heart. After a while, he slowly said: "Ant, do you think that after you die, I will not kill your fellow disciples again? No, I
I'm telling you, I'll make them all die horribly
It's unspeakable, because you succeeded in irritating me, so even if you die, you will not be at peace, because it was you who pulled them on the road. Originally, they didn't have to die, but because of your actions, they all ended up in prison.
In hell..."
Everyone's hearts suddenly sank. Taoist Zi Ling was so terrible. Not only did he want to kill Xia Chen, but he also couldn't feel better if he died. He even made Xia Chen think that he was the one who brought down his fellow disciples.
It is cruel to both the body and mind. It is truly cruel to the extreme.
"Hehehe..." Xia Chen suddenly laughed, his laughter full of contempt.
"Old bastard, what I said is absolutely correct. You are indeed a coward. If you want to kill us, just kill us without making any high-sounding excuse. This will only make me look down on you even more. You are a grand master-level figure. You can't kill anyone."
If you want to blame it on an acquired cultivator, haha... you are not only cowardly, but also cowardly to the core. I really look down on you."
Taoist Zi Ling's expression changed. He thought that what he just said would completely break Xia Chen's will, and he would inflict unparalleled pain on him before killing this junior. Unexpectedly, Xia Chen not only didn't care, but instead fought back sharper and more powerful.
It was so powerful that he suddenly felt a piercing feeling.
And he could feel that Xia Chen's disdain was true, it was definitely not pretending or pretentious, it was real contempt.
He, Taoist Zi Ling, a dignified monk with the second level of supernatural power, was actually looked down upon by a junior who was born in the future. This made Taoist Zi Ling extremely angry.
Xia Chen gasped. He stared at him with undisguised hatred and said coldly: "And I tell you, you can kill us regardless of our status, but don't forget that your Haoran sect also has disciples and juniors. Unless you
All of our disciples are willing to be cowards and stay in the sect forever. Otherwise, our Zhengxuan sect founder will make your disciples who go out to practice die hundreds of times worse than us."
This time, not only Taoist Zi Ling's expression changed drastically, but also the expressions of the disciples of Haoran Sect also changed.
What Xia Chen said hit the point where they were most worried.
Taoist Zi Ling can indeed go on a killing spree and kill all Li Chendong, Fan Yun and others. With the strength of the Haoran sect, he will not be afraid of the Zhengxuan sect's revenge.
But the problem is that the Zhengxuan sect also has founder-level figures. If the magical cultivators specifically target the acquired disciples of the Haoran sect, no one can stop them, unless they are all huddled in the Haoran Mountain like Xia Chen said.
Of course, there is an ultimate solution. That is the ancestor of the Haoran Sect.
The ancestor of the Haoran Sect is the only fourth-level magical monk in the Liang Kingdom. This is the most important reason why the Haoran Sect ranks first among the seven sects.
If the ancestors of the Haoran sect come to the door and capture the entire mountain gate of the Zhengxuan sect, all problems will be solved once and for all.
But the problem is that the seven sects have been established for thousands of years and have been passed down from generation to generation. They have endless secrets and foundations that even fourth-level magical monks may not be able to break. What's more, other sects will not sit back and watch.
Therefore, even though the Haoran Sect really wanted to engulf other sects, it was unable to take action on destroying the Shanmen.
If all the elite disciples of a sect were wiped out, it would be tantamount to forging a deep and undying hatred. Thinking of this, Taoist Zi Ling could not help but worry about it. He could not be afraid of revenge, but he could not help but think about his disciples.
However, it is naturally impossible for Zi Ling Taoist to let go of the Zhengxuan sect with just a few words.
"Do you think you can threaten me like this? Yes, I can't kill all of you." Taoist Zi Ling said coldly, "But you want one of my two genius disciples from Haoran to die and the other to be disabled. At this price, you must
I will repay you twice as much, not only will you die today, but also that girl will die, and all of you disciples above the ninth level who hope to advance to the realm of supernatural powers the day after tomorrow will die, to be buried with Gucheng and to make amends for Tianyi!"
Xia Chen's expression changed drastically. He was not afraid of death or torture, but if Taoist Zi Ling attacked Chen Qiushui, it would definitely be intolerable to him. This was his biggest shortcoming.
"Old bastard, if you want anything, come at me, even if you want me to be shattered to pieces. Xu Gucheng's disappearance is related to me, and I defeated Zhang Tianyi, so why would you implicate others?" Xia Chen roared.
What he said undoubtedly gave Taoist Zi Ling the greatest leverage.
Taoist Zi Ling sneered without saying anything. He pointed his finger and the sleeping Chen Qiushui immediately floated into the air and was entangled by the power of spiritual thoughts. There was a trace of pain on her beautiful face. She seemed to feel the crisis, but
But still didn't wake up.
"I thought you were really fearless, but it seems your weakness is her." Taoist Zi Ling said slowly, "If I slowly torture this girl to death in front of you, you will definitely be in pain?
You think so?"
As the words fell, the power of his spiritual thoughts turned into a slender lightsaber, piercing Chen Qiushui's shoulder silently.
Shocking blood suddenly burst out, and Chen Qiushui's delicate body immediately trembled. As a disciple of the tenth level of Houtian, even in a coma, he has the ability to defend himself, but in the face of the terrifying divine thoughts, this defense is equivalent to
none.
However, she has sealed her consciousness so deeply that she will not wake up unless she is fatally injured.
Boom! Xia Chen's mind seemed to explode, and the endless anger turned into burning flames and exploded in his body. In his life, Xia Chen had never hated a person so much. Taoist Zi Ling threatened him with Chen Qiushui, and he had already
Touching his deepest inverse scales.
He was even speechless and stared at Taoist Zi Ling with eyes that seemed to be dripping with blood.
Taoist Zi Ling smiled disdainfully. Of course he felt Xia Chen's anger, but the anger that existed like this kind of ant was completely meaningless to him. Instead, it would add to the pleasure of torture for him.
The sword of spiritual thought moved like lightning, pulling out a series of terrifying sword flowers. In the blink of an eye, several blood flowers were killed on Chen Qiu Shui's delicate body. The pain on Chen Qiu Shui's face was even deeper, although he did not wake up.
, but his body was shaking extremely violently, obviously suffering great pain.
"Ah..." Xia Chen looked up to the sky and howled wildly. His whole body was burned for a moment, and his heart felt like it was cut by countless sharp knives. The pain was extremely painful. This feeling of helplessness and despair made him fall into a crazy situation.
"It seems that torturing her is very effective, so let's continue." Taoist Zi Ling said calmly.
The sword of spiritual thought continued to poke Chen Qiu Shui's body mercilessly. Each stroke was not very deep, but it could definitely make people feel unparalleled pain, especially the splash of blood, which made Xia Xia look at it even more.
Chen's eyes were spitting fire, and he was in great pain.
Every sword stabbed into Chen Qiushui's body was equivalent to a deep stab into his heart.
At this time, Chen Qiushui was shaking more violently, and the blood flowers blooming on her body were getting bigger and bigger. Her eyelashes kept shaking, as if she was about to wake up, but when she really woke up, her life would end.
time.
"Zi Ling, as the Patriarch, you tortured a junior who was born the day after tomorrow, and the other person is still unconscious. Don't you feel ashamed?" Li Chendong was extremely angry and shouted loudly.
"Xia Chen said it well, Zi Ling, your prestige can only be played with the juniors, other than that, you are nothing." Fan Yun's tone was calm, but his words were more ruthless.
It's a fight to the death anyway, so it's better to curse.
"Zi Ling, what you did is simply not what a patriarch should do. Although I have a lower status than you, I still don't bother to torture the younger generation. I really look down on you!"
"Put it down Chen Qiushui, you are a strong man at the level of a great ancestor, what kind of skills do you have in bullying a weak and unconscious woman?"
"Zi Ling, you can't even control a junior like Xia Chen, so you can only vent your anger on Chen Qiushui. Who are you as a senior!"
Everyone's eyes were about to burst, and their chests were choked with anger. They couldn't help but yelled, and their tone was much less respectful than before.
Taoist Zi Ling smiled faintly and mocked: "You ants, you want me to let go of this girl. I tell you, that's impossible. The more you provoke me, the more I will torture this girl and let her die."
The worse it gets, haha..."
He sneered deeply, and at this moment, with a pop, a mouthful of thick phlegm flew over, covering his face firmly, and then slowly flowed down the tip of his nose.
Taoist Zi Ling's laughter suddenly stopped, and the smile froze on his face, which was indescribably ridiculous along with the thick phlegm.
But no one could laugh, everyone was stunned.
How humiliating is it to spit in the face of a patriarch, and even spit in the face? Not to mention the lofty patriarch, even ordinary people cannot bear this kind of humiliation.
Even monks who are also at the second level of supernatural power cannot do this. If they do, it will mean a situation of endless death.
For a moment, almost all eyes were focused on the young man with crazy hatred. They couldn't believe that this crazy move was actually done by Xia Chen.
"Hey, old bastard, my saliva tastes good, right? Don't you want me to suffer? Then let's see who is more insulted!" Xia Chen said bitterly.
With a pop, he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm towards Taoist Zi Ling.
But as soon as this mouthful of thick phlegm flew out, it froze in mid-air and then disintegrated into nothingness. With the power of Taoist Zi Ling, how could he give Xia Chen a second chance.
"You succeeded." Zi Ling Taoist said with a livid face, "I have never had hatred for an ant, but you did it. If you wish, I will kill you first, but this
The process will be very slow, and I guarantee that you will suffer the greatest pain in the world, and you will feel so painfully that why do you have to live!"
He raised his hand and threw Chen Qiushui far away, then gradually closed his hands, and the power of his spiritual thoughts came like a tide, squeezing towards Xia Chen like an iron bucket...