Chapter 474 One Thought of Greed, Boundless Killing.

The two hundred disciples of Qingcheng Temple present are all warriors, and they are the mainstay of Qingcheng Temple's foothold in China's ancient martial arts world. Once they are slaughtered and abandoned, Qingcheng Temple will completely fall, and it will become an ordinary Taoist temple in the future .

Daoist Qingxuan asked Fang Bai this question. He knew that although Fang Bai was the youngest, he was the strongest, and he was the backbone of the three.

"It doesn't matter what I say, he has the final say!"

Fang Bai pointed to the ghost hand who was practicing, and said calmly: "After he finishes training, let him tell you himself!"

Sitting cross-legged with ghost hands, completely eclipsed, the true energy reaches all the limbs and bones of the body, the blood vessels in the meridians are continuously widened and strengthened under the constant impact of the high-speed circulating true energy, and the true energy mass in the sea of ​​energy is also constantly growing.

The aura fluctuations on the ghost hand became more and more intense, and the aura continued to climb upwards. Except for Fang Bai, the surrounding warriors felt the changes from the ghost hand. At that time, there was such a big movement.

Wu De can already be sure that the kung fu practiced by the ghost hand is at least a heaven-level kung fu, maybe even higher.

Suddenly, the body of the ghost hand trembled slightly, and the aura of an aggressive warrior reached a peak limit state, then fell back quickly, and finally returned to calm.

At this time, the ghost hand looks like an ordinary person, not a martial artist with special skills at all.

Even a person as powerful as Wu De could not see through the ghost hand at this time. He only felt that the ghost hand, like Fang Bai, seemed to be covered by a layer of clouds and mist, which made people feel unfathomable and elusive.

"If Ghost Hand advances to a small realm, he might be able to fight with me! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be unbelievable! The ancestors are so strict! The master and apprentice are almost as good as each other!" evildoer!"

Wu De secretly sighed in his heart when he saw the ghost hand who had successfully advanced to the rank and was about to leave the state of cultivation.

Before meeting Fang Bai and Gui Shou, Wu De thought that he was the only martial arts talent in the world, but unexpectedly, he was overwhelmed by Fang Bai. Even Fang Bai's apprentice, Gui Shou, was almost able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

When Ghost Hand opened his eyes again, his aura changed a lot. His eyes were as bright as lightning, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura. Coupled with his bloody clothes, he looked like a murderous god.

Daoist Qingxuan, as a master of Xuan level perfect realm, felt a kind of coercion when facing the ghost hand who was two small realms lower than himself, which made him feel unbelievable.

"The battle of life and death is really a good way for warriors to improve their strength. It's a pity that I am in this secular ancient martial arts world, and it is too difficult to find an opponent!"

Looking at the ghost hand standing up, Fang Bai also sighed secretly, thinking that his cultivation for a period of time in the future can only be assisted by a large number of cultivation resources, and he wants to continue to temper himself through the battle of life and death, unless he arrives Go to the hidden door world with heavenly warriors.

It's just that after Fang Bai's rebirth, perhaps because he inherited part of the original owner's thoughts, he has a feeling of reluctance to let go of his relatives, friends, and confidante in the secular world.

At least until his relatives, friends and confidante all become warriors and have enough self-protection ability, Fang Bai will not stay away from the world for a long time.

In Fang Bai's mind, the hidden door world and the small world of this plane should be similar to the cultivation world and the fairy world of his previous life. There are many sects and warriors, and the survival rules of the weak prey on the strong and the strong respect .

In such a world, if you want to gain dignity and status, you have to practice diligently, so it has incomparable benefits for the improvement of the strength of warriors.

But for Fang Bai, who cultivates the way of sentient beings, such a world is far less interesting than living in the world of mortals.

Although the word love sometimes hinders cultivation, it can also become a huge help for a warrior on the way of cultivation.

In Fang Bai's previous life, if he didn't have friends to accompany him and a confidante to accompany him, it would be difficult for him to advance on the road of martial arts and finally become an immortal emperor.

"Old Daoist Qingxuan, do you still remember the massacre of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines?"

Wearing a bloody coat, Guishou strode up to Qingxuan and asked sharply.

"You...you are..."

Daoist Qingxuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately thought of the massacre of masters above the Xuan level in Yanyulou in the south of the Yangtze River not long ago, and looked at the ghost hand as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes were full of horror.

Could it be that the person in front of him is the Wan Yao Valley disciple who escaped by chance?

Could it be that the destruction of the Misty Rain Tower in the south of the Yangtze River was his masterpiece?

"That's right, I am the disciple of the Wan Yao Valley who managed to escape from the butcher knife of your three sects!"

Infinite hatred poured out of Ghost Hand's chest, and he said sharply: "God, please see, let me be lucky enough to not die, I have to meet a famous teacher, and learn this strength. Today, I will take the lives of your three major disciples to pay homage to my death in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines The dead souls of my fellow disciples!"

He glanced over the silent disciples of Qingcheng Temple one by one, and shouted: "Those who participated in the slaughter of Wanyao Valley, stand up and die!

There was silence all around, and no one took the initiative to stand up, but the eyes of some of the disciples of Qingcheng Temple showed despair, and many people looked at Daoist Qingxuan.

"well……"

Daoist Qingxuan sighed, and said with a sad smile: "At the beginning, the thought of greed caused boundless murder, and every time I thought about it, it was too late to regret it!"

Seeing Daoist Qingxuan beating his chest and stamping his feet, the ghost hand just sneered with a look of regret.

If I knew today, why bother?

Since he committed murder at the beginning, he must bear the consequences today.

Ghost Hand's heart of revenge is as firm as iron, no matter how pitiful Qing Xuan is, he will not be shaken in the slightest.

Daoist Qingxuan looked at the ghost hand with a pale face, and said sadly: "Since the big mistake has been made, it is useless to regret it. Now that the Lord is dead, I will bear all the mistakes alone! If you want to take revenge , just kill me alone!"

"Just kill you alone? Heh...you are dreaming!"

The ghost hand sneered and said: "My ghost hand will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but I will never let a butcher go! The Qingcheng Temple disciples who participated in the massacre of my Wanyao Valley back then had a total of twenty-six people, all of whom were black-level warriors. , this should be correct, right? Don’t deny it, I got this from Yanyu Tower disciple Wen Shiba’s mouth!”

He looked around and said again: "Now there are not too many, there are exactly twenty-six black-level warriors. It seems that the butchers who killed my disciples of Wanyao Valley are all there! Very good, I don't need to go around Find it, it will save you a lot of trouble!"

Daoist Qingxuan was startled and angry, and said angrily: "Are you going to slaughter all my Qingcheng Guanxuan-level warriors like you did to Yanyulou?"

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