When there were still seven days before the wedding, three more Nascent Soul monks appeared in the An family, and Zhou Tai knew that he could not wait any longer.
The longer you wait, the more Nascent Soul cultivators may arrive eventually, and the situation will become more unfavorable.
Take his idea of inducing a tiger to leave the mountain as an example. If there is only one tiger, it is easy to evacuate the tiger from the mountain. But if there is a group of tigers, the tigers can only be scattered everywhere. In the end, all the preparations are likely to be in vain.
Under the night sky, on the ground, the Lingbao-level bow and arrow was pulled into the shape of a full moon by Zhou Tai.
The teleportation arrow method can ignore the intermediate distance, and there is no need to float to high altitudes. Although it may look elegant and windy, it is too eye-catching and can easily be discovered by other monks. At this moment, Zhou Tai did not stay too far away from the An family.
distance.
A picture of the teleportation array appeared on the water curtain where he was aiming. Zhou Tai released the arrow directly, and then picked up the second arrow without hesitation, and the third arrow...
Zhou Tai was just an ordinary person in his last life. He killed thousands of monks outside before. Even if he didn't think he had done something wrong, how could he not feel sad at some point afterwards.
No one is born to be a murderer. If there is a better way, he, who once transformed into an executioner, is not willing to raise the butcher knife again.
The teleportation array is the best shortcut to connect Liuyun Sect and this place.
Four Foundation Establishment Stage monks from different families stayed here boredly. They were lucky, they did not enter the Liuyun Sect and were promoted to the Foundation Establishment stage within their families.
But that’s it, there is no sect and no golden elixir. They are just like all the foundation building members who have been promoted within the family for thousands of years. After reaching a certain age, they will completely lose the opportunity to compete to enter the Liuyun Sect. They will spend their whole life.
Trapped in the foundation building period.
Without building the foundation, building the foundation is the biggest goal in life. Once the foundation is built, plus losing the chance to enter the sect, the road can be seen to the end at a glance.
But no one will feel dissatisfied, because this has been the education since childhood, everything is extremely reasonable in their eyes, and the concept that there will be no good consequences for deviant and treason is deeply rooted in the hearts of all such monks.
Space fluctuations came, and four different foundation-building stage monks reacted at the same time. They watched helplessly as an arrow appeared out of thin air and hit the teleportation array here.
"Boom" The hard material texture of the teleportation array was also blasted with a big hole by this arrow, and the fragments flew around.
The teleportation array, which had never had any problems since it was built, was destroyed!
The four foundation builders, feeling a little shocked in their hearts, quickly started to take action, checking their surroundings, and started contacting them as soon as they were ready. The debris was still flying around, and they were no longer affected too much.
Whether the problem is serious or not, a small part of the teleportation array has been destroyed and can only be repaired. The teleportation array needs to be inspected and repaired every few years.
The problem is not trivial, how dare someone directly attack the sect teleportation array here? Are they screwing Wei alive?
If it was done by a member of the family, it would be a traitor to the clan, if it was a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, it would be a traitor to the clan. They thought that no one could bear the consequences, but such a bold person appeared.
But that shot was just the beginning.
In just two seconds, another spatial fluctuation came, and an arrow that they remembered deeply appeared again, and this time it appeared directly in front of a foundation-building monk.
There is no hiding, there is no avoiding.
In the blink of an eye, half of the body of a good foundation-building monk turned into fragments of flesh and blood mixed with bone foam.
Some people turned on the defensive magic weapon and fled instantly, while others quickly lay on the ground to reduce their sense of presence.
It can be said that every chicken has its own way of peeing.
But it was completely useless. Follow-up attacks followed closely. The defensive magic weapon seemed to be made of paper and could not be resisted for a moment. Soon the second and third foundation-building monks were blown to pieces by an arrow.
The faster he ran, the faster he died. On the contrary, the monk who lay on the ground survived until the end, but he was also covered in blood and flesh.
Until the end, he only lived a few more fingertips. When he was crawling on the ground as fast as a swimming dragon, an arrow appeared in front of him, the two faced each other, and then everything here ended.
After the Lingbao-level arrows returned, only blood was left on the ground. This scene could make ordinary people sick.
Zhou Tai, who saw all this in his eyes, acted as if he had no emotions. According to his own plan, he quickly changed direction and shot the Lingbao-level bow and arrow to a mountaintop thousands of miles away.
If visitors come up to this inaccessible mountaintop, they can see clay figurines of various shapes lined up in a row. If you look closely, you can see that there are small holes in the mouths and noses of these clay figurines for breathing.
Because these are all monks from the An family captured by Zhou Tai.
An arrow appeared out of thin air, and six monks died in a row.
When the An family's foundation builder died in the teleportation array, there was only a cracking sound from the An family's soul tablet palace, but just a short moment later, like music, the cracking sounds of the soul tablets came one after another.
The An family members who were guarding the place panicked and hurriedly ran to report to the head of the family. He knew that something serious had happened.
Low-level monk reaper Zhou Tai acted calmly at this moment, but as the monks continued to die in his own hands, Zhou Tai's heart kept hearing voices.
This world is like this, there are always murderers and murdered people, and they are constantly disturbing each other, and the weak and the strong prey on each other.
Not as good as the best, but better than the worst. What I have done has been done by my predecessors and will be done by future generations.
If you want me to be kind-hearted and gentle, that's fine, and I'm willing to do it!
But everyone in this world should be the same.
It will never be the same.
There are always people who act with what they think are smart minds and only consider what is good or bad for their own interests, without any moral right or wrong.
There are always people who have no control due to their own strength, and they often leave no room for the weak in their conduct and behavior.
There are always people who compromise and tolerate it again and again, but in exchange for more, they only get worse.
Yes, I, Zhou Tai, can endure it, because I am kind-hearted, because it is not worth it, and because I can continue to live on.
Can you endure the calm for a while and take a step back to open up the world?
But how can anyone willingly accept this kind of imposed fate that is passively required to be accepted?
In my last life, I was just an ordinary person, and I didn’t dare to be too extravagant in what I pursued. In this life, I want to live a long life, and I also want to live happily.
But things have always been counterproductive in this life. Now you want to put a colored hat on my head, just because you think I am weak and easy to bully! Arrange my destiny for me.
What qualifications do you have to decide my fate?
This world of immortal cultivators should not be too entrenched. There should be more fights and more immortal cultivators die, so that ordinary people can live a more comfortable life. At least they will not always encounter immortal cultivators who cannot fight, thereby changing their own destiny.
Even though I am small, I am willing to be a small beam of light, even if it can only light up a small area of light for a moment.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Most of what we seek is justice. We are not pioneers, but just one of the many ordinary people walking on this path.
The voice of my heart is accompanied by the Lingbao-level bow and arrow, and I will move forward without any regrets.