"The Devil...... He is a devil, the devil of hell of death. "Many of the monks of the Yuan Ming Sect have a nervous breakdown, and now they are like lambs who have been trapped in prison and can't get out, allowing Ji Ziran to slaughter them.

In fact, most of the disciples of the Yuanming Sect were very hard-hearted and were not afraid of death, but they looked at their companions around them, one by one cruelly falling in a pool of blood, this process made their hearts collapse and unbearable, and the fear brought by the spirit was more intense than the physical pain.

There are also some disciples of the Yuanming Sect who did not run away, although they were also a little afraid, but they could see that every time Ji Ziran killed someone, he would use the power of his powerful divine sense to investigate their soul memories, as long as it was a monk who had done evil things, he would be ruthlessly killed, and the disciples who had not done evil things were directly let go by him.

"Season ...... Brother Ji, let's stop, don't kill, if you continue to kill, I'm afraid that the entire Lingshan will be stained with blood. Goudan looked at Ji Ziran and said in a trembling voice. He turned around, looked at the dog egg calmly, and slowly said: "The wicked have their own evil retribution, if you are soft-hearted and let them go today, after I leave, if they take revenge and go to your village to settle the score, have you thought about the result at that time?" "I ......" The dog was stunned when he heard this, lowered his head and didn't speak.

"Not every Yuanming Sect Taoist monk is a wicked person, I have let them go if they have not done evil things, and when your village moves here, you will need their help. Ji Ziran looked at the road he had walked, it had been dyed blood-red, the earth was stained through, and the corpses were everywhere, densely packed, scattered all around, these dead monks were all blood-stained villains with blood on their hands.

Those Yuanming Sect disciples who were scattered and fled everywhere, after hearing Ji Ziran's words, most of them were desperate, their faces were ugly, they knew that they couldn't be good now, even their sect masters and a group of elders were destroyed, that was the top strength of their Yuanming Sect, not to mention a small character like them, this time it was absolutely impossible to escape death.

"Damn, what's there to be afraid of, it's just a yellow-haired boy, everyone fights with him. The monk of the Yuan Ming Sect shouted frantically, as if he had been frightened into his senses. "That's it, it's just a young boy, everyone can't sit still, let's shoot together, maybe there is still a chance to live. ”...... Many of these monks of the Yuanming Sect are ruthless and vicious, otherwise it would be impossible to do evil things, and they are in the same stream with bandits and robbers, and at this moment, when it comes to the absolute crisis of life and death, they are also forced to go crazy, and the original ruthless blood is also stimulated.

"Kill, ......" Many monks roared, and rushed towards Ji Ziran desperately, completely frantically using their bodies to rush forward. "Hmph, the light of fireflies, dare to compete with Haoyue?" Ji Ziran snorted indifferently, pinched the seal with his right hand, mercilessly, covered with one palm, there was no suspense, all the monks who rushed forward died under his palm, and they couldn't do it closely, let alone hurt him, and they couldn't change the situation at all.

Yuan Mingzong was already in complete chaos, and the sound of screams, angry shouts, and crazy voices of insulting Ji Ziran spread in Yuan Mingzong, and they were endless. I don't know how long it took for this place to completely calm down, there were no monks rushing to kill Ji Ziran, and those who dared to step forward, without exception, were all killed on the spot, in front of him, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and countless corpses were piled up into a small mountain, those were all corpses, most of them were incomplete, and the blood mist stained the sky red.

Ji Ziran did some understanding before he came, the total number of monks of this Yuan Ming Sect was about 1,000 people, and now there were less than 100 people left, and he destroyed as many as ninety percent of them, killing nearly a thousand people, which was a terrible number. On the spiritual grass, on the spiritual tree, between the spiritual mountains, everywhere was infected with blood, filled with the smell of blood, those disciples of the Yuan Ming Sect who were not killed, most of them were vomiting, they were disgusted by the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of them, and as far as the eye could see, there were fragments of corpses everywhere, which made people sick to their stomachs.

The dog's heart trembled, looking at the dead corpses everywhere, this is not an animal beast, but a real corpse, they were still alive and kicking soon, but at this time they all became incomplete corpses, I am afraid that a normal person, seeing this terrible scene, will feel shocked. "Kill the sky. Ji Ziran muttered, thinking of the demeanor of the past, in the past, under a sword, millions of corpses were ambushed, and the enemies were all killed, but today he only killed less than a thousand people, which made him feel a little strange in his heart. There are about more than 100 people who survived, and the soul memories of these people have been thoroughly searched by Ji Ziran, and it is clear that they did not participate in supporting bandits and robbers, colluding with them, and harming the people in this area.

There are also some people who not only did not do evil, but after knowing the evil deeds of others, they forcibly stopped them, although it did not have much effect. Among these people, there are three Jindan powerhouses, they are a little old, they have never made a move before, they have been quietly watching all this happening, they are very disgusted with the behavior of the Yuanming Sect Master and those elders, but they are weak and cannot affect anything. "Yuan Mingzong, from today onwards, it will disappear, and the bodies of these people will be handed over to you for disposal. Ji Ziran looked at the remaining hundred or so people and said lightly.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Ji Ziran, although they knew that their lives were not in danger, they were still shocked by his previous violence, and they didn't even dare to look at him head-on. Ji Ziran smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and flew towards one of the spirit mountains, which was the base camp of the Yuan Ming Sect, and the purpose of his current visit was naturally to take a look at the essence of the Yuan Ming Sect, and he wanted to collect a large number of spirit stones to improve his strength.

In the end, the hidden treasure of Yuan Mingzong was found by Ji Ziran, and he was directly blasted away by strong means, and suddenly, one after another treasure lights flashed, bright eyes, and unattractive eyes were not good, and there were small mountains in front of him, all of which were above the middle grade. After a rough count, he calculated, there were probably close to six million or so spirit stones, which was much more than he expected, he originally thought that it would be good to have three million, but he didn't expect that there would be so many, it seems that over the years, Yuan Mingzong has not scavenged less, and it will gather so much.

How long will it take to gather this? The dog followed behind Ji Ziran, and the moment he saw this scene, he directly opened his mouth wide, his face was shocked, and he was dumbfounded. "I will take five million, and leave the rest to your village, although Yuan Mingzong is gone, but the growth of your village must also need spirit stones as a foundation. Ji Ziran looked at the dog and said. The dog didn't say anything, he didn't have any concept, he just listened to what Ji Ziran said.

Ji Ziran waved his right hand, a flash of brilliance, he directly put all the mountain-like spirit stones into his storage bag, these millions of spirit stones are enough for him to improve his cultivation to the foundation building consummation, and when the time comes, the realm will be stable, and the condensation of the golden pill will be just around the corner. "Alas, this is a bandit and robber, and the spirit stone is fast, no wonder so many monks are willing to do this. Ji Ziran sighed again and again, the foundation of a small Yuan Ming Sect is profound, this is just a spirit stone, not counting those spirit treasures, martial arts, and materials and elixirs.

There is a trace of expectation in his heart, his current combat power can be described as invincible at the same level, if the strength is improved to the foundation of the consummation, or after condensing the Jindan, the combat power will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, he is very much looking forward to the arrival of that day, and when he breaks through the Jindan, it is the time to sweep the younger generation.