"That's it! I won't say anything else about the ancient style sect. I absolutely support what I should support. Just let go of your hands and feet!"
"Remember, there are people behind you, and our ancient style sect!"
"I really envy the Three Qing Sects for having a chief like you. I see that you are strong enough in your body. I wonder if you are interested in joining my Ancient Style Sect?"
The elders of the Ancient Style Sect also joked about Zhang Yi, and the atmosphere was very harmonious for a moment.
Chen Wangu muttered, "Is there such a big difference? I came on behalf of my master at least. Why didn't they say such words before? This made Master go for another trip."
This time, Zhang Yi also went to the ancient style sect, which made Chen Wangu feel that he was not good at doing things, and he was somewhat embarrassed.
"I will send my order. From now on, the Ancient Tissue Sect will set up a special supervision sect. Any disciple who worships the Eight Immortal Temple will be killed without mercy!"
Yan Badao was not vague, and a murderous order was issued. At the same time, he had already determined the candidate for the supervision sect of the ancient sect. It was the elders who brought the tiger holy power. Under this lineup, he must have no one. People dare to act rashly.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi hurriedly bowed to thank him. He knew that this was the greatest help the ancient style sect could provide, and it was also crucial to him.
"Brother Zhang, you are the brother Zhesha. You are dedicated to the people of the ancient realm. What do I have to do, right?"
Yan Badao quickly flashed. He couldn't bear Zhang Yi's worship, and at the same time he admired Zhang Yi's character even more.
He is indeed the supreme marquis known as "Yi Wu Yuntian", and he is indeed well-known.
"If I guess correctly, Brother Zhang's purpose should not only be to cut off the incense of the Eight Immortals, right?"
With Yan Badao’s understanding of Zhang Yi, he knew that Zhang Yi’s purpose would not be so simple, and he would not put such effort into treating symptoms but not root causes.
"The first is to cut off the incense to protect the fortune of heaven, and the second is to force the immortals to go down to the world. Only in this way can they be killed and completely cut off hidden dangers!"
Zhang Yi didn't hide it and expressed his thoughts.
Yan Badao nodded and said subconsciously: "This move is feasible. Only by killing them can you completely solve the hidden dangers."
But soon he realized something was wrong, his expression suddenly became stunned, and he looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief and asked loudly: "What? What do you mean to kill all the Eight Immortals?"
Zhang Yi shook his head without thinking, what's the use of killing a fairy spirit? It still cannot stop the ending of the stolen fortune of the heavenly way. If you want to kill, kill them together!
"Hiss~"
After receiving Zhang Yi's affirmative answer, Yan Badao took a deep breath like Nalan Ye and the others at the time, and his eyes looking at Zhang Yi became complicated in an instant.
"It's worthy of being Brother Zhang. I'm afraid you can tell this bold statement when looking at the ancient realm!"
"Speaking of this... I have lived for so long and have never killed an immortal. Then I have the opportunity to experience the feeling of killing an immortal."
Speaking of this, Yan Badao's eyes were filled with a strong sense of fighting, and the blood in his body had already begun to burn.
"Hahaha, of course I won't forget Brother Yan!"
Zhang Yi also responded with a smile, "The ancient style sect has troubled Brother Yan and the elders Duoduo to worry about it."
"A small matter is not worth mentioning!"
Yan Badao waved his hand domineeringly. He was obliged to do this, not to mention that the Guti Sect owed Zhang Yi so much favors.
At this moment, a noise sounded at the foot of the ancient style sect. Yan Badao and others immediately frowned and flew towards the foot of the mountain, and Zhang Yi followed closely behind.
When several people arrived at the mountain gate, they saw dozens of corpses placed in front of the mountain gate.
Seeing this, Yan Badao's face darkened. He already knew what was going on, but he still asked, "Why is it so noisy?"
"Return to the sect leader, these people were still obsessed with it even though they knew they could not worship the Eight Immortal Temple. They even secretly carved statues of immortals to worship in the sect. We had to kill them according to the order!"
The disciple bowed his hands respectfully and responded.
"Beautiful job, anyone who dares to worship the Eight Immortals privately will be killed without mercy!"
Yan Badao looked around with a gloomy face, and a strong murderous intent erupted out, which scared many disciples to shivered and dared not speak at all.
"Of course... if I had to worship the Eight Immortal Temple for the so-called immortal fate, it would be too late to withdraw from the Ancient Title Sect, so I would not stop me, but if I was a disciple of the Ancient Title Sect, I would be killed without mercy!"
Yan Badao saw the unwilling expression in the eyes of many people, and then he said this. He didn't want the blood of the ancient body sect to flow into a river.
For a moment, someone's eyes were already full of desire to try. After a long period of entanglement, he stood up nervously and said tremblingly: "Sect Master, I want to withdraw from the Ancient Physical Sect!"
"Thanks to the ancient style sect for so many years of teaching, but I still want to ask for this so-called immortal fate!"
The disciple of the Ancient Physical Sect took a deep breath and said everything in one breath. Then he gasped and closed his eyes, as if his whole body had been hollowed out.
"roll!"
Yan Badao was not surprised by this. He didn't even look at the man and scolded him sternly.
Upon hearing this, the man felt relieved and immediately ran out of the ancient sect with a vague fate.
With the lead of his predecessors, countless people with this thought could no longer hold back and expressed their departure.
"Get out! Get out! Are there any more?"
Yan Badao knew that someone would have the idea of leaving, but he didn't expect that there would be so many people. Looking at the darkness at the mountain gate, Yan Badao felt heartbroken. Among them, there were many elite disciples of their ancient body sect.
Zhang Yi was also deeply shocked by this scene. As the three major forces in the ancient realm, there are so many disciples who would rather give up the status of the ancient style disciples than pursue the fate of immortality. This shows how temptation/temptation is so great.
After a moment, the people who were about to leave left one after another, which made the originally slightly crowded mountain gate of the ancient style sect seem a little empty in an instant.
"How many disciples are there leaving this time?"
Yan Badao looked at the great elder beside him and asked weakly.
"Return to the sect leader, half of the disciples who have left this time should be left."
The Great Elder was also extremely distressed. Among the disciples who left, there were his personal disciples, which made him most angry.
On the contrary, Yan Badao breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly laughed: "Well, what left is the dross, what is left is the essence. After this change, my ancient style sect will definitely go to the next level!"
"It makes Brother Zhang laugh. Everything will appear particularly weak in front of Xianyuan."
Yan Badao waved his hand and laughed and teased himself.
"It's just human nature. Only after they can they realize how terrible the choice today is."
Zhang Yi said seriously and seriously.
This time, the departure of Yan Badao from the ancient style disciples did not abolish their cultivation, but this was the end of benevolence and righteousness.