After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

The entrance of the cave is not big, but there is a hole in the cave.

The spacious open space was stained with blood, and an unknown liquid bubbling with a thick and fishy smell followed Song Xi's feet, and a series of long marks were drawn out.

It's blood.

fresh blood.

The entire mountain should have been almost hollowed out, and the hundreds of towering pillars around it were engraved with complicated and complicated runes.

A few pillars are empty, and a string of rusty chains hangs in the air, and most of them are bound with bloody, extremely weak monks.

These monks have different levels of cultivation, most of them have passed out, only a few of them remain awake, and their bodies are also in a state of distress, with bloodstains all over their bodies.

The gurgling blood followed the lines of the pillars and flowed all the way to the formation on the ground.

But the array is obviously not the main reason why these monks are trapped here, like fish on a chopping board at the mercy of others.

Because most of them have one thing in common, especially the monks in the cave.

——There is a huge blood hole between their waists and abdomen, and the immortal roots have been dug away by extremely cruel means.

Rather than saying that these people are still alive, it is better to say that these monks have extremely tenacious vitality, and they hang on with one breath.

This scene of purgatory on earth shocked both of them on the spot for a moment.

Jingchen Buddha subconsciously withdrew the hand that was twisting the Buddha beads, and the bracelet of Buddha beads "clicked" and broke from the middle, and the pure Buddha's light faintly leaked out, trembling slightly.

Jingchen Buddha's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, his light-colored and indifferent pupils shrunk slightly, and he suppressed the fishy sweetness surging in his throat in silence.

What he saw and heard once again conflicted with his self-firm practice.

The Buddha's heart vibrated, which is no small matter.

But Jingchen Buddha now has no energy to study the Buddha's heart that he has insisted on for more than ten years.

Jingchen Buddha's cold brows and eyes did not show any joy or anger, but his heart was full of turbulent waves, tossing rivers and seas.

Since he was born, he was born with a vision, and he was adopted by the Buddhist monk who practiced hard in the world and returned to Buddhism. He practiced since he was a child. Although his master treated him hard and harshly, he is the chief heir of Buddhism and the treasure of the entire Buddhism. pimple.

Therefore, Jingchen Buddha didn't suffer much from all kinds of sufferings in the world.

He used to think that through the Buddhist practice of wandering and suffering, he could get a glimpse of the sufferings of all beings, but now seeing the scene in front of him, he was rarely speechless.

And Song Xi's modern age is also a peaceful era. Although the original owner of her book has relevant memories of the world of cultivating immortals, she is a cultivating madman. In her world, she is either practicing swordsmanship or chasing Qiu Daoyuan. Rarely leave the sect.

Therefore, this is also the first time Song Xi has faced the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals.

The world of cultivating immortals is not just a bunch of sect disciples going down to the secret realm busily, scrambling for a bunch of treasures, young talents, high-spirited.

It is not black and white, good and evil are clearly distinguishable, and everyone has an opponent with the same hatred.

But under the surface calm, there are treacherous people everywhere, and murderous intentions have always been hidden in the journey of cultivating immortality.

Killing and seizing treasures is not uncommon.

Digging out people's immortal roots and cutting off their immortal paths, the crisis is always around.

Song Xi sighed softly, his face heavy.

During the days when she came to the world of cultivating immortals, no matter whether she is the master or the brothers and sisters, they are all the best people.

Even most of the disciples of the sect that I came into contact with, although they each have their own minorities and constant disputes, most of them are not bad-natured, even like Shu Ziran and Yun Jingcheng, they still have some over-protected silly, white and sweet attributes .

Song Xi stayed in the warmth for a long time, and almost lost the rational judgment that a top psychological counselor should have.

She should have expected it.

Although we live in different times, our hearts are the same.

People have two sides.

A monk who has a heart to help the world and lives for all people will inevitably have evil cultivators who harm people and kill people and sacrifice living people for their own selfishness and huge benefits.

The ancestors of Changyi kept silent about the history of exterminating demon cultivators, gu cultivators, and ghost cultivators under the banner of rounding up evil cultivators. Even now, they still take in some demon cultivators who are not bad.

This old naughty boy who seems to be generous is actually living the most transparent life.

Evil cultivators, in fact, should never refer to demonic cultivators, gu cultivators, or ghost cultivators, etc.

It is not a general term for a cultivation path.

After all, the avenue is as simple as possible, and all methods are unified.

The Dao of Heaven already allows the existence of various kinds of practice. All practices, as long as one seeks to attain the Dao, and does not harm the sky or oneself, is the right way.

Evil cultivators should be those monks who, in order to cultivate immortals and gain the Tao, use all means to disregard human relations, use cruel methods, and do not distinguish between good and evil.

Even if he practiced the so-called "right way" defined by people.

Song Xi suddenly remembered that the ancestors of Changyi never seemed to call the demon cultivators on Penglai Island who bask in the sun with salted fish every day, eat and drink, and completely give up their cultivation in order not to lose their minds, as evil cultivators.

***

"Rubbish."

A curse made the two of them wake up like a dream.

Tied to a pillar, the pale and bloodless young man in Chinese clothes opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and saw the two people holding tokens in their hands, raised his eyebrows and eyes with a bit of rebellious ruthlessness, disdainful utter insults.

Seeing Song Xi and Jingchen Fozi looking up, the young man had no fear on his face. Although he was extremely weak, his momentum was not lost at all. He raised his chin and continued to scold.

"Oh, disgusting lackey."

"How long have you been locked up here?" Song Xi asked calmly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Now is not the time to ponder and entangle the mastermind and his intentions.

The most urgent task is to find a way to rescue these monks. Judging from their appearance, it is obvious that they will not last long.

Moreover, these people who have not been dug out their immortal roots obviously did not escape, it is just that the time has not yet come.

Although Song Xi had passed on the news, it was a big question whether he could make it through to the senior brothers, senior sisters and master.

"tui!"

The young man puffed up his cheeks, pressed the back molars hard with the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of bloody froth. His blood-stained brows and eyes were cold and fierce, and he looked at Song Xi with unkind eyes, "Why? Calculate how long it will take Digging your grandfather's fairy roots?"

Song Xi frowned. She always felt that this young man looked familiar just now, and his luxurious clothes looked even more familiar.

Now I think about it.

She had seen this costume when she was in the Yaowang Secret Realm, it was the disciple uniform of a direct disciple of the Forging God Sect, and this young man seemed to be a young disciple of the Forging God Sect.

"You are from the Forging God Sect." Jingchen Buddha obviously recognized it.

His breath was a little unsteady, he bent down to pick up the blood-stained beads on the ground, and rubbed them gently in the palm of his hand.

"Why?" The young man raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "You think that I, like that bastard, can be easily rebelled?"

His voice was sarcastic.

"Tell grandpa, what do you want to threaten me with this time?"

"Let me tell you." Seeing that the two of them were silent, the young man sneered, "Try to convince me every day that it's really that important to you pigs and dogs?"

"In your eyes, I'm just a fairy root with better qualifications, right?"

"As for trying to cheat more disciples through me, don't even think about it."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Song Xi looked unusually calm, while counting the time, he was a little surprised at the young man's arrogance.

His eyebrows and eyes are quite immature, obviously young, his face is pale, and his overall condition is not very good.

But his eyes are still clear, although there is a bit of clear stupidity, at first glance he looks like a well-protected personal disciple.

He is a flower in a greenhouse, but not quite.

Facing a purgatory-like scene, even though he might be the next one to be dug out, he still looked resolute and showed no trace of fear.

He was even more ruthless towards Song Xi and Jingchen Fozi who were regarded as lackeys.

Facing Song Xi's scrutiny and questions, the young man remained unmoved, with an inherent arrogance in his body, "I deserve it for believing in the wrong person, but if you want me to become like him, don't even think about it. "

"If you want to kill or cut, stop talking nonsense."

The young man's immature voice was loud and clear, "If only one me falls, there will be tens of thousands of me."

"There are a lot of tough people like me in the world of cultivating immortals." The young man spoke decisively, raised his face, and gazed like a wolf cub, "You want to use these tricks to seize the immortal root."

"Sooner or later, you will reap the consequences."

Word by word.

Full of hatred, but very firm.