Campus belle's cultivation master

Qiumu was kneeling on the ground in the shape of a mountain. His clothes were tattered and covered with mud and blood. The hair was in a mess, the whole face was bloody and ugly.

The old man's present dignity is like a frozen eggplant that has been ravaged by wind, frost, rain and snow. His teeth are broken and his breath is depressed. Even the wild dogs drenched by heavy rain under the overpass are more than a star and a half more energetic than him.

Ten minutes ago, he was the highest god. Ten minutes later, he became a captive waiting to be killed. What is the difference between the two?

Shen Feili looks at his miserable appearance and pulls Zhenyue Liangzi to move a little step back. She can't help shaking her head.

In front of this God, in the hands of linzixuan, who is Tianjiao in China, he can't even save his own life. Who can we expect him to protect?

Faith, at this moment, has degenerated into a farce!

Autumn eyes mountain, eyes dull kneel there, dripping blood trickling down along the corner of the mouth. Pain and humiliation burned his heart like flames.

Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of building a society to offer sacrifices to gods in Dongyi. This country's cultivation culture is rooted in the worship of gods. Basically, every famous Huajing Heavenly Master can find his own shrine in a large or small shrine.

It's a tacit agreement reached by all practitioners to deceive the common people and do whatever they want. Because of this, only under the rule of the shogunate, could the Dongyi Xiuzhen Kingdom effortlessly set up a strong team to expedition to China.

But with the Chinese Tianjiao linzixuan stepping on the land of Dongyi, the great vanity lingering in this country has gradually broken and disappeared!

After toppling the altar and destroying the altar, Dongyi Xiuzhen kingdom is suffering unprecedented disaster!

Qiumu mountain's dignity and arrogance as a strong master of heaven collapsed. His body shook, his eyes covered with blood scabs widened, and his head clubbed the ground: "spare... Spare my life, we are willing to bow our heads and tie our necks, and be slaves and maidservants, and ask for mercy from Lin Xianshi..."

Around them, the young and strong men of qiumu family were also kneeling on the ground. Their bodies trembled violently because of fear. They were scared to tears: "spare your life, spare your life..."

As long as it's human, it's afraid of death! No one wants to become the next Qiu Mu Zhi Li!

Wailing and wailing sound resounds continuously. In this clear winter sky, for the villagers gathered in the small square, it is no different from a huge avalanche!

They stare at those humble "gods", as if to hear the sound of their soul tearing.

"My daughter, where is my daughter?"

"God damn it, give zhenzhizi back! What have you done to her! "

"Ah, liar! You are all liars

All of a sudden, the villagers wake up, lie, a complete lie! This is a group of people, not God!

"Well..." Lin Yu put his foot on qiumu mountain's messy head, thought about it for a long time, and grinned.

Then he slowly took the foot back, carrying his hands and calm: "it's not easy for me to practice for decades, and I'll give you a chance. Now let's run."

"Ah?" Qiumu mountain suddenly tensed, desperately widened his eyes and looked at each other in disbelief.

Let yourself go? Will the murderer be so kind?

Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed to Mt. Mituo in front of him: "if you can run back to qiumu's house first, I will bypass Tokushima and spare your life. But if you lose, the whole qiumu family will be buried with you. "

Qiumu mountain bared his teeth and gasped fiercely: "are you serious?"

Lin Yu and he looked at each other for a moment, the corners of his mouth light disdain sneer: "remember, lost, qiumu family Ju family buried."

Qiumu mountain's body shrugged fiercely, his palms hit the ground, and immediately the whole person rose up into the sky, turned into an arrow, and went straight to the depth of Mt. Mituo!

"Lin Zixuan! You will lose, no doubt

He tried his best to lose the source of his life. His body was like a streamer. In the blink of an eye, there was only a tiny black spot left. Then, even the black spots which were not easy to be observed disappeared

True moon Liangzi that fair pretty face can't help but change color, grabbed a half step forward: "Sir, you let him go!"

There is anxiety and worry in this voice, which is more like a kind of questioning. Why did you let him go?

For Zhenyue Liangzi, she doesn't care about the dog's life in the shape of qiumu mountain, but Lin Yu's bet is too big.

If qiumu mountain really takes the lead to go back, doesn't it mean that we have to let qiumu family go and let it continue to do harm to the world?

She can't stand it!

But Lin Yu's face was expressionless, and he didn't even care about her.

Qiumu mountain just ran away, and other young practitioners of qiumu family were left in the same place. They were in a panic: "we... What shall we do..."

Their cultivation is full of inner strength. They don't have the ability to fight against the sky. Now they are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

There are several practitioners carefully back a distance, turned to escape.

Lin Yu slightly lifted his eyelids and slapped them down, as if he had run over a few tiny ants.

Bang!

These young heroes of qiumu's family didn't even have time to scream, so they followed in the footsteps of qiumu Zhili! All dead!

Lin Yuxuan turned back and waved to Shen Feili and Zhenyue Liangzi: "we should go, too."

Originally, he planned to leave the two oil bottles in the village and go to the qiumu family alone. Now it's so ugly that he has to give up his plan.

"Wait! Wait

Hearing the hoarse shouting behind him, Lin Yu suddenly stopped, but saw that nearly a thousand villagers in the village were squirming like waves, kneeling respectfully on the ground, full of humility and reverence.

Lin Yu had a cold face and a stiff tone: "I'm not a God. You kneel wrong."

He found it hard to understand that some non secular people had to believe in something to find the spiritual support for their survival?

With tears in his eyes, the old village head held up his upper body tremblingly: "we... We have been cheated. My zhenzhizi doesn't know where he is. Can he please bring her back..."

"My daughter is so pitiful. Please show mercy and save her back..."

"And my daughter, please..."

Lin Yu stood there quietly, surrounded by pools of scarlet meat mud, like plum blossoms blooming on white paper. He frowned and fell into a brief silence

Save it? How can people who have already died be saved