Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 347 Want to die, how can it be so easy!
"Who dares to kill my son!" A yell came from a distance in the air, and as the voice fell, a middle-aged monk in the soul refining state appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged monk looked at the bloody scene on the ground, and at Shangguan Zichen who had no limbs and only his torso left, he felt his teeth were bared and his eyes were cracked, and he howled miserably: "Chen'er, who the hell is so cruel to hurt you so badly?" so?"

The eyes of the middle-aged monk wanted to choose someone to devour, and with the unique coercion of a high-level monk, he swept across the people present, but all the disciples who were swept by his gaze couldn't help but backed away.

His gaze finally fell on Meng Junjie who was holding someone in his arms: "It was you, Meng Junjie, it was you who hurt my son!"

Meng Junjie's gaze briefly touched him, but he didn't stay on him, but landed on Shangguan Zichen who was on the ground, and replied, "Kill you? No rush."

"You dare to insult Mingyue like this. I didn't let you taste the pain of life and death. Wouldn't it be too cheap for you to just let you die like this?"

The middle-aged monk turned livid with anger, partly because Meng Junjie ignored him.

The other half was because Meng Junjie dared to say such words to Shangguan Zichen in front of him, and he simply didn't take him, a cultivator in the soul refining realm, seriously.

He yelled: "Meng Junjie, the sect forbids the same sect to kill each other. You beat my son seriously and humiliated him like this. You are simply deceiving people too much. You don't take the sect's rules seriously."

"Meng Junjie, don't think that because you are a man of destiny, I dare not kill you."

Shangguan Zichen on the ground kept rolling and sorrowful: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With only his torso left, he kept rubbing on the ground, but he couldn't reduce the itching and pain from his bones by half. On the contrary, he rubbed the broken limbs even more bloody, making people unbearable to look directly at.

The middle-aged monk rushed over: "Chen'er, Chen'er, don't move around..."

Shangguan Zichen felt itchy and painful, his face was flushed, and he yelled at the middle-aged monk, "Dad, dad... I'm so itchy... Dad, help me, help me, dad... …just kill me."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly said: "Chen'er, don't worry, Dad will definitely cure you, you believe in Dad..." He said, pouring spiritual power into Shangguan Zichen's body continuously, trying to suppress his pain go down.

However, the result was not good. Not only did it fail to alleviate Shangguan Zichen's pain, but it made it even more uncomfortable. Shangguan Zichen had been tortured to the point where he didn't even have the strength to howl.

With a hoarse voice, he said to the middle-aged monk: "Father, dad... I really... can't take it anymore! You still, kill... kill me!"

The middle-aged monk put him down: "You wait, dad will find a way for you."

He rushed in front of Meng Junjie and shouted: "Meng Junjie, no matter what tricks you use, I order you now to stop the symptoms on my son, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The bright red mark on Meng Junjie's forehead flickered on and off, his eyes were high above, as cold as otherworldly fireworks, and he smiled lightly: "I have never thought of being polite to you!"

Facing the middle-aged monk, he whispered a word: "Get lost!"

Following such a simple word "roll", the cultivator in the soul refining state in front of him flew backwards like a mortal without the power to bind a chicken.

The imposing manner brought about was astonishing, and the disciples who were onlookers hurriedly stepped aside.

The middle-aged monk went backwards all the way until he hit the high wall in front of him, and the momentum was not stopped. A huge pit in the shape of a human appeared on the wall, and the middle-aged monk passed through the hole in the wall and continued backward.

It was not until a long time later that an earth-shattering scream was heard. Along with the scream, there was a slight vibration of the ground under his feet.

It can be seen how heavy the attack is!
The imprint on Meng Junjie's forehead was bloody red, so strange that people dare not look directly at it, and the pressure on his body began to gradually increase, rising from the normal level just now.

Behind them, the spirit beasts that were still staring at each other began to become terrified and whimpered incessantly. With the sound of whimpering, each spirit beast clamped its tail and started to back away.

Shangguan Zichen on the ground was already tormented by the itching and pain on his body and was about to pass out. He said to Meng Junjie, "You kill me, Meng Junjie..."

Meng Junjie smiled cruelly, showing a different kind of flirtatious charm on his handsome face.

He looked down at Shangguan Zichen, without a trace of fireworks in his voice, "It's not that easy to die!"

The God and Demon Sword flew out from between his foreheads, and amidst the flickering light, those spirit beasts that wanted to retreat quietly didn't even struggle, and all died in an instant: "How dare you be so arrogant after occupying my territory, you don't even die!" Injustice."

Gu Feng couldn't sit still sitting in the main hall of the hall, and Meng Junjie didn't come when he waited left or right. For such a long time, let alone walk from the entrance to the main hall, even if he walked back and forth on the street. , also arrived.

Gu Feng stood up and strode towards the door, shouting as he walked: "Come on, show me where Junjie is! Now that you're back, you don't know why you came to meet my master!"

"Sure enough, the wings are stiff, so you don't see me as a master?"

Gu Feng felt ashamed. He had waited for so long, but Meng Junjie hadn't come yet. It can be seen that he was not taken seriously at all. Hmph, is it the opposite? !
He walked out angrily, and some disciples who heard the wind came up and whispered a few words in his ear, Gu Feng looked surprised, then pleasantly surprised, he laughed out loud.

God really has eyes, let these people be proud, and don't pay attention to him as the leader. Now that Meng Junjie is back, his genius disciple will vent his anger on his behalf, and let out all the anger he has suffered in the past three years.

Gu Feng looked excited, and greeted the disciples beside him: "Go, I will go and see what's going on."

He said as he walked, his body language was extremely rich: "My disciples, I know clearly that they are definitely not the kind of people who wantonly make trouble with no respect for their elders. Someone must be unreasonable first."

"I just said why I came back for so long, and I didn't know that I came to see me. It turned out that I was wronged here."

"As the head of the sect, I actually let my disciples be wronged in the sect, which is really a failure."

"This also shows that in our Zhengyangmen, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, and the order is chaotic. This is not acceptable."

"This seat has decided to rectify the sect's problems."

God, Meng Junjie is still being wronged?
With his current strength, who can wrong him?

The disciples following him looked at each other, secretly exchanged a few glances, and remained silent without saying a word.

Shangguan Zichen was said to have been turned into a human by him, and passed out. He woke him up again and started a new round of torture.

(End of this chapter)