The perfect ten evils rise again

Chapter 105 God Rain

The scene was too bloody. One after another, the heads of good people flew high, and then rolled to the ground. Blood sprayed from the headless neck, which was more than ten feet high.

This scene made everyone present tremble with fear, including Butian Pavilion's own monk.

You must know that those creatures whose heads were beheaded were all high-ranking and powerful people, all lined up as princes, and they were the strongest below the venerable, commanding the Quartet, and being admired by countless people.

But now, these kings fell to the ground one by one, lost their heads, their battle robes were stained with blood, and everything was empty.

No one expected that they would come here excitedly, saying that they would carve up the divine treasure and bathe in the rain of divine spirits...the end would be such a result.

The souls of the surviving people trembled, and there was no one who was not afraid. As Lao Teng said, only when the butcher's knife is really placed on the neck can it truly shock people.

It withdrew the rattan, and scanned the remaining creatures with its spiritual sense. There was no trace of sharpness, and there was nothing but peace and tranquility in the ancient well.

The more this happened, the more horrified the people present felt.

Just like those venerables before, they believed that, seeing life and death, wielding a butcher knife in the ordinary is more terrifying than any other situation.

That stark contrast brings an indescribable sense of oppression, which makes people feel creepy.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the old vine will not kill anymore.

As a result, the next moment, the green vine turned into green lightning again, piercing through the eyebrows of a young man.

"I don't know how to repent, but I still hate my Butian Pavilion. It will become a disaster in the future. It's better to kill it in advance." Lao Teng's soft voice penetrated into everyone's ears.

Before they could react, the rattan shot again and again, harvesting many young lives, most of them came from the four major families and some big forces who were used to being superior.

They thought that the old vines could not detect the hatred in their hearts, but the result was cruel, and they paid their precious lives for it.

This time, the psychological defense of the survivors was completely defeated, and they no longer dared to have any messy emotions and thoughts. They just wanted to leave here alive and never get involved with Butian Pavilion again.

Lao Teng nodded secretly, it basically achieved its purpose, if these people were really killed, the wasteland might be in chaos.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer, Lao Teng does not want to see such a scene.

The blood that should be shed has been let them shed, and the deterrent effect has been achieved, and these forces need to be left to maintain the stability of the wasteland.

"Let's go. The reason why you survived is because I don't want to see chaos in the wasteland. After all, almost all the top forces in the whole wasteland have come." Lao Teng said with a little self-mockery.

As a pure land that has existed since ancient times, Butian Pavilion has never refused to recruit disciples. The descendants of many big families can come to Butian Pavilion for further study, and Butian Pavilion is not aimed at anyone, except for the most core inheritance Except for treasures and secrets that cannot be revealed, everything else is treated equally.

Indeed, many excellent monks were cultivated for those big families, and most of them later became the mainstay of their own families.

In the end, they raised a group of white-eyed wolves who couldn't get enough to eat, and in turn took a bite out of Butian Pavilion. Such a situation is really chilling.

Lao Teng was already thinking about the rationality of Butian Pavilion's rules for recruiting disciples, and most of the time it was a waste of resources.

However, thinking of the intention of this pure land and what the person who planted him had said, Lao Teng shook his head and sighed, it still decided not to change Butian Pavilion.

Where there is light, there is darkness. Even if those darkness are killed and only light is left, new darkness will grow from within.

At this time, teams of unfamiliar people came from the distant void, with aura like a rainbow and murderous intent.

"That's the Huoxi Tribe. The patriarch of this clan has studied in Butian Pavilion and has always had a good relationship with my Pure Land. He must have come to support him."

"That is a prince who was once an outstanding figure in the Pure Land."

The leader of the Qishan tribe, the Chiyang tribe, Ling Tianhou, the war king of the Stone Kingdom...

They are all outstanding disciples taught by Butian Pavilion. Now that the Pure Land is in trouble, they all come to support regardless of their safety.

Seeing this scene, the elders and disciples of Butian Pavilion only felt warm in their hearts. In times of desperation, there are both fickleness and coldness in the world, but at last this world does not make people completely hopeless.

The old vine also looked at these supporters with a smile. The vines stretched and pierced through passages, allowing them to approach the pure land.

Ling Tianhou, Zhanwang, Huoxi clan leader and other prince-level powerhouses led the clan and came to the crowd.

Knowing that the danger of Butian Pavilion has been resolved, everyone is relieved. After all, this is the place where they grew up, leaving too many memories, and they can't see it being destroyed like this.

When they saw the powerful creatures collapsing densely on the ground and the blood pooling on the ground into a stream, the princes showed no mercy.

Because if the situation is reversed, Butian Pavilion will be even worse.

"Hmph! Butian Pavilion taught you precious techniques, gave you elixir, and helped you practice, but in the end it bites back. You are grateful for raising a dog. You are not even as good as a dog." Ling Tianhou scolded angrily, his temper was very hot.

The King of War, the leader of the Fire Rhinoceros tribe, etc. also looked at the surviving creatures coldly. Some of them left Butian Pavilion not long ago because of family affairs and other reasons, and they forgot the grace of preaching, and waited It is really shameless to carve up Butian Pavilion.

"Leave, today's matter is over, if there is another time, it will be beyond redemption." The old vine closed the coffin and signaled that the creatures could leave.

Those who survived were tearful and grateful, and felt like they were alive after a catastrophe. Many people scrambled and scrambled, rushing to the distance in a panic.

After a while, Butian Pavilion was cleaned up, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The old vine gently flicked the cane to hide all the blood and corpses. In just a moment, Butian Pavilion returned to its former appearance.

Immediately afterwards, it brought together all the elders and disciples of Butian Pavilion, as well as those who came to support from thousands of miles away.

Afterwards, the divine seed that the venerables coveted - the blue gourd, suddenly spewed out a burst of gorgeous light rain, which was crystal clear and powerful, and it was the top divine substance, which was of great benefit to monks.

"Lord Sacrifice."

Seeing this, the owner of Butian Pavilion showed a deep worry on his face.

Legend has it that the rain of gods will only fall after the fall of the gods, so he is very worried about the state of the old vine.

Lao Teng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Not only is it safe, but it even wants to come back for a few more waves. After all, what Chicang gave it is a complete drop of Thunder Tribulation Liquid. It is very rich now, and it doesn't matter if it goes up and down five or six waves. However, it still didn't do it in the end. .

(End of this chapter)