Behind Murong Feiran were a group of people from the Paradise Sect.
They were one step behind Murong Feiran, their attitude was very respectful, but their white clothes were stained with blood, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.
what happened?
Just when everyone was wondering, a seriously injured disciple of Paradise Immortal Palace stumbled over.
"Report!"
The disciple knelt at the feet of Palace Master Ying Fuming and said with tears: "Palace Master, the elders, stewards and direct disciples in the Immortal Palace were all killed. The murderer, the murderer is..."
After saying that, the disciple turned to look at Murong Feiran, pointed at him, and said angrily: "That's him! He ordered the elders, stewards and direct disciples to be gathered together, and then ordered them to be killed!"
"Ah."
Murong Feiran chuckled, "How dare you be the leader of this cult?"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and shook the disciple in the air. He heard a scoff and the disciple was immediately turned into a pulp!
A wisp of void soul emerged from the flesh and mud, and its face was exactly the same as that of the disciple who had just died. He looked at Murong Feiran with hatred and hatred in his eyes. It was obviously the soul of that disciple.
"The 10,000th soul is finally here."
Murong Feiran took out the soul collecting bottle, put this ray of soul into it, and then put it back into the storage bag.
Seeing his disciple die so tragically in front of him, Palace Master Ying Fuming trembled, "How, how could it be like this!"
Ying Fuming turned to look at Murong Feiran and said in disbelief: "Leader, you, you..."
Murong Feiran licked the remaining blood on his lower lip, "You can't blame me for this. Your mission was not completed. I had no choice but to collect the thousand human souls myself."
"But there are so many people... This place is not far from the Immortal Palace, how could we not hear any movement?"
"If you don't practice the forbidden techniques given to you by our leader, I won't be able to control them so easily, hahaha..."
"It's actually like this!"
Ying Fuming's vision went dark and he almost fainted.
The reason why the Paradise Palace was able to rise so quickly and become the second largest sect in the Feiran Spiritual Realm was precisely because of the "Secret Sutra of Paradise" handed over to them by Murong Feiran, and their disciples were able to advance so quickly.
Unexpectedly... I ended up just making wedding clothes for others!
Hearing this, Jiang Deng on the side had an idea.
Emotions These people in the Paradise Palace all deserved their death. They killed many furnaces in order to practice the "Secret Sutra of Paradise", and now they have been replenished by Murong Feiran. It can be said that they all deserve their punishment.
In other words, Murong Feiran was willing to pass on the "Secret Sutra of Ultimate Bliss" to them because of this idea!
Dog bites dog, she likes to watch.
Jiang Deng quietly retreated to where everyone from the Taichu Sword Sect was, and watched the show happily.
"Brother, you'd better be more open-minded."
Ying Fuhao walked to Ying Fuming's side and advised: "Bliss Immortal Palace accepts more disciples, and it will recover in a few years. Why are you so sad?"
Ying Fuming said with trembling fingers: "Brother, have you known the leader's plan for a long time?"
Ying Fuhao scratched his head and said distressedly: "Did I act so obviously?"
"You, you...poof!"
Ying Fuming held her chest where the blood was surging, opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Now that all the powerful elders and stewards in the Immortal Palace have been slaughtered by the leader, the second-ranked Paradise Immortal Palace has ceased to exist in name only!
Brother said that by recruiting more disciples, the vitality of Paradise Palace can be restored?
This is a sect that he spent thousands of years of hard work building. How could he be willing to let it collapse like this?
Not to mention what if the leader comes to the Paradise Palace again hundreds of years later?
"Palace Master!"
"Father!"
The remaining surviving disciples of Paradise Palace and Ying Ziru quickly stepped forward to help Ying Fuming retreat, so as not to conflict with the leader again, they also killed the remaining few of them.
"Si Mian," Murong Feiran said calmly, "it's time for us to leave."
"Yes, leader."
Si Mian walked out of the crowd, opened the scroll with understanding, followed the list on it, and called her names one by one: "Liu Ruanqin, Na Ya... Ying Yubing, Jiang Deng. Those whose names were called out above come out and follow us to the spiritual world."
Palace, and participate in the next election of the Saint."
"Wait, Jiang Deng?"
Murong Feiran was startled by the name. He looked around with blazing eyes and asked loudly: "Who is Jiang Deng?!"
Jiang Deng, who was standing in the crowd of Taichu Sword Sect, raised his hand expressionlessly.
Murong Feiran looked Jiang Deng up and down and confirmed that Jiang Deng's aura was very unfamiliar and his appearance was not similar to his master. Only then did he feel relieved.
"Exactly," Murong Feiran said with a look of disgust on his face: "With your looks, do you deserve to be called Jiang Deng? When you enter the Spiritual Palace, you will change your name immediately."
Jiang Deng: "..."
Is the fourth disciple a psychopath?
Her name is Jiang Deng, and she doesn’t even have an opinion herself, but he has a crazy opinion!
Everyone in the Taichu Sword Sect looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes. Wasn't Feng Qing the person participating in the election of the saint? How did she become Jiang Deng?
"Master Jiang Peak, what are you going to do!" Jiang Roushui said in a low voice.
Jiang Deng said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I have my own plan and I won't drag down the Taichu Sword Sect. Besides, my name has been reported. Even if I regret it, it's too late. Otherwise, will you go for me?"
Jiang Roushui stamped her feet and said angrily: "If she were a woman, she would have gone by herself!"
Jiang Zi in the crowd: "..."
To be honest, he really doesn't want this father.
"Sister!"
Jiang Zhiling grabbed Jiang Deng's sleeves even more worriedly, "Do you really want to go? Can you not go?"
Jiang Deng patted the back of Jiang Zhiling's hand and said comfortingly: "Sister, just go back and nothing will happen. During this period, you should practice hard in the Taichu Sword Sect. If you have any problems, go to Zhan Ji for help."
"……Um."
Jiang Zhiling could only grit her teeth and agree, with tears in her eyes.
When can she help her sister?
After Jiang Deng said goodbye to everyone from the Taichu Sword Sect, he walked towards where everyone from the Paradise Sect was.
Seeing that all the people participating in the election of the saint had arrived, Murong Feiran took out the chariot from his storage bag and sat on it, lazily leaning on it, "Go back to the spiritual palace."
"……stop!"
Just as Jiang Deng was about to leave with the members of the Paradise Sect, a weak but firm voice sounded.
Xun Sheng looked around and saw Lin Jun, who was half dead on the martial arts stage, suddenly stood up unsteadily.
He looked directly at Murong Feiran across from him, his eyes full of unyielding look, "You can't take Jiang Deng away with you!"
Murong Feiran stared at Lin Jun's face, a dazed look flashed in his eyes.
Why does this man look so much like Senior Brother?
No, this kid is only in the Dan Formation realm, senior brother wouldn't be so weak.
Murong Feiran put that ridiculous conjecture to the back of his mind and asked with a smile: "Why can't I, the leader, take her away?"