The man in the long robe didn't get angry, he just asked this question calmly.
The land of Yunqin is huge. In addition to the three major colleges of Qingluan, Thunder, and Xianyi, there are no less than a hundred places of practice and colleges. Although Bailu College is not yet famous among the other hundreds of schools, those who can gain a firm foothold can
As a place of spiritual practice and inheritance, it has naturally produced some outstanding master-level figures, and it naturally has its own pride.
Dean Shang Fengjian of Bailu Academy is this elegant man in a long gown. He is only forty years old, but his cultivation has reached the high level of a Grand Master. He is also one of the most likely people in the entire Qixia Province to become a Saint Master.
He has quite a mixed experience. He first started as a private school teacher, then joined the frontier army, became a practitioner, and was accepted as a direct disciple by the former dean of Bailu Academy. Compared with ordinary practitioners, he has an extra sense of turmoil.
And a calm temperament.
In the past few days, he also heard some specific details about the duel between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi in Zhongzhou City. When this middle-aged priest from Purgatory Mountain appeared in the sight of Bailu Academy, he was already sure that he was equivalent to getting the ancient cultivator.
Zhang Ping, who has a complete inheritance, is still alive.
In the past, Purgatory Mountain and Thousand Demons Cave only received incomplete inheritance from one or two ancient practitioners of the Heavenly Demon Prison, and they became powerful holy places of practice that have stood in the world for countless years. Of course, he knew that Zhang Ping, who had received the complete inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Prison, was terrifying.
However, just like Xu Zhenyan, Leng Zhennan, and the Rong family, the power accumulated over the years still controlled the Imperial City of Zhongzhou with their retainers and military power. However, the edicts issued in the name of the Imperial City Cabinet were still not recognized in many places.
Many provinces throughout Yunqin have countless different opinions. Shang Fengjian, like many Yunqin practitioners, naturally has his own integrity.
Sending out a random person just to get people to obey him was naturally ridiculous in Shang Fengjian's eyes.
If it had been a more rough and arrogant cultivator, the answer at this moment would probably not be "why", but definitely "sending a random person here just to make an academy surrender. He really thinks he is the leader of the Jianghu Alliance."
Are you the ruler of the world?"
The middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain, who was wearing a different kind of red robe, looked up at Shang Fengjian, his lips slightly parted. However, before he could say anything, a white-faced swordsman in a green robe and holding a long sword with a green sheath appeared.
Appeared at the entrance of Bailu Academy.
"Yeah, why?"
The white-faced swordsman nodded to Shang Fengjian and said softly.
"Brother Zhao."
Shang Fengjian bowed in return, his eyes warm.
This Zhao Ruling is the most famous swordsman among the great clansmen named Zhao in Qixia Province. Although they don't have close contact with each other on weekdays, when he comes to help at this time, it is naturally touching.
"Those who serve me as demons will have eternal life."
The middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain's face remained unchanged and he chanted calmly.
Shang Fengjian frowned slightly and said with a smile: "Get the same power as the six old monsters before? Aren't those six old monsters dead long ago? Is there anyone in this world who can live forever... who can be passed down forever?
What can be destroyed is only spirit and belief.”
The middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain looked at Shang Fengjian with some disappointment and shook his head, "No, the only thing that can be immortalized in this world is fear."
"In the deepest fear, people's thoughts often become simple in the end. They will only consider their own survival, or survive better than those around them, and will no longer think about the meaning of their lives." After a slight pause.
, the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain calmly looked at Shang Fengjian and Zhao Ruling who came to Shang Fengjian's side, and said slowly: "Don't forget that Purgatory Mountain once made the entire Da Mang surrender, so don't think that the entire
It is impossible for Yun Qin to surrender. As time goes by, everything will eventually change."
"That means killing all Yunqin people like me." Shang Fengjian looked at the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain and said seriously.
Zhao Ruling, the famous swordsman in green robes standing next to him, smiled slightly, and with a clear sound, he pulled out the long sword in his hand.
His long sword is also green, with a layer of runes on the sword, like layers of flowers.
The long sword slowly stretched forward and pointed at the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain.
However, at the moment when the long sword was stretched out, Zhao Ruling's left hand moved slightly, and a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings popped out of his left sleeve like lightning, soundlessly, like a poisonous snake.
It penetrated into Shang Fengjian's lower abdomen at an astonishing speed.
Shang Fengjian let out a sharp roar, and a crescent-like sword light struck Zhao Ruling's face.
In an instant, Zhao Ruling took ten steps back and stood still. His right eyebrow was dripping with blood, and the entire right eyebrow had been shaved off, leaving a bone-crushing wound.
Shang Fengjian's right index finger was also wrapped with an extremely soft and slender silver-white sword. His left hand was covering his lower abdomen, but blood continued to gush out from between his fingers.
Although this middle-aged red-robed priest of Purgatory Mountain can be judged from his soul power and aura, he is only an intermediate practitioner of the Grand Master. However, after Zhang Ping took over the reins of Purgatory Mountain, Purgatory Mountain's methods became even more bizarre, and all his attention was also
They had been gathering on the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain. By the time Zhao Ruling made a sneak attack with his sword, it was already too late. Zhao Ruling's sword had already fully exerted its force, and the burst of power had shattered the organs in his abdomen.
"You are from Yunqin." Shang Fengjian's face quickly turned gray, and the anger disappeared for a moment. He just looked at Zhao Ruling with a look of contempt and pity, and said these five words.
words.
"Purgatory Mountain is also ruled by the Yunqin people." Zhao Ruling looked at Shang Fengjian, took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood flowing from his eyes, and said calmly and softly: "I can have my choice."
"If you don't want to be a good person, you want to be a dog." Shang Fengjian slowly sat on the ground. His eyes had begun to blur and his breath was weak. However, he still laughed in a low voice: "No matter how powerful a dog is,
Still a dog."
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True Dragon Mountain, in the Wujiang Hall.
Zhang Ping sat on the golden dragon chair, his head slightly lowered, looking at the woman opposite.
The woman has a beautiful face and lips as thin as a sword. She is Mu Yue, the eldest grandson of Princess Yunqin.
"Do you know what I'm doing right now?"
Zhang Ping's cold voice began to echo in the Wujiang Hall.
Changsun Muyue looked at the former Qingluan Academy student and remained silent.
Zhang Ping should be very young, but she could not tell his age from his face now.
"I sent many people to Yunqin to find those Yunqin practitioners among the people, to those places of practice, and then told them to surrender to me." Zhang Ping continued slowly and said with an indifferent expression.
The eldest grandson Muyue raised her head and said in a cold voice: "You are just asking for death by doing this."
Zhang Pingping looked at her expressionlessly and said, "I want to hear your reasons."
The eldest grandson Muyue sneered: "It took decades for the Yunqin people to learn to stand upright. Suddenly, you want them to bend over and act like dogs? If you do this, you will only create countless enemies for yourself.
You should also know that even in Zhongzhou City now, there are still constant rebellions and constant fighting among the army, not to mention the desire to make the entire world of practitioners surrender."
"This is your reason." Zhang Ping said indifferently, "But I have my reasons. I climbed up from the lowest apprentice in Purgatory Mountain. In Purgatory Mountain, I not only practiced magic transformation, but also learned more
Purgatory Mountain’s method of ruling the world.”
"Lin Xi has always wanted to use gentle means to change Yunqin, but I am not Lin Xi. I don't care about the life or death of some people... Of course I know that most of the people I send out will fail, but by doing this, I can make everyone
Yun Qin practitioners began to take sides, so that I can clearly distinguish between my enemies and those who can be used by me. And you should also understand that there are still some people who cannot resist the temptation of power. They will fight each other,
Therefore, I can save the lives of many Purgatory Mountain disciples who are loyal to me, and let more Yunqin practitioners die in their cannibalism."
Listening to Zhang Ping's voice, Changsun Muyue's lips became even more bloodless, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "You lunatic."
"What does this have to do with me? There is a devil in everyone's heart. I just release the devil in people's hearts." Zhang Ping raised his head slightly, looked deeply at Changsun Muyue, and said: "In a sense
Generally speaking, you and I are the same people. You abandoned your brother, and I abandoned Qingluan Academy. You should stand with me."
"If you release the devil in everyone's heart, what will the world look like?" Changsun Muyue gritted her teeth and looked at him, saying coldly: "Even if you kill me, I can't stand with you."
"They will live in fear and then surrender to the real devil." Zhang Ping did not get angry, but looked at Changsun Muyue calmly and said calmly: "I will let you change your mind."
After saying this, he gently stretched out a flame.
A red-robed female priest from Purgatory Mountain walked in, bowed to the eldest grandson Muyue, and then took the eldest grandson Muyue out of the hall without saying a word.
When the red-robed Priestess of Purgatory Mountain and the eldest grandson Muyue left the hall, in the empty and cold hall, Zhang Ping began to breathe heavily, and it became more and more rapid. His face had a purple-gold luster, because of the rapid breathing
Turning purple with breathing.
The blood in his body began to float on the surface of his skin, as if there were cracks in his body that were about to burst.
There was a trace of hesitation in his cold eyes, but in just a moment, his eyes became cold and firm again.
He took out another white jade medicine bottle, opened it, shook the medicine inside into mist, and inhaled it into his mouth.
His breathing gradually became calmer, his face slowly became rosy, and his eyes became stronger and brighter than usual.
The entire hall, with his burning breath, gradually filled with the intoxicating fragrance of Demon Eyes.