As a result, the vast majority of the remaining two-thirds cultivators immediately went to Kunlun Mountain, but there were also some conspiracy theorists who suspected that Lin Fan's purpose was not pure, and he refused to go to Kunlun even if he died.

The people who went were indignant and threatened that they didn't need Lin Fan's action, and they themselves would join forces to kill these traitors.

And they were right.

"They" refers to those conspiracy theorists.

The bad news is that just four months later, Lin Fan set up a banquet to entertain fellow immortal cultivators from all over the world, just like the Wonderful Demon Lord, and once again performed the Vientiane Floating Slaughter, killing all the cultivators who went to the truth, regardless of good and evil.

The cultivation realm was in an uproar, but by this time, the cultivation realm had already existed in name only, and those who were still alive were not even one-tenth of the original, and they were all second- or third-rate goods.

There were also people who proposed to join forces to kill Lin Fan, the scum of the cultivation realm, but there were few responders, and only more than a hundred people were gathered.

These more than 100 masters became the heroes of the Xiuzhen realm, they made a blood alliance, formed brothers with different surnames, and threatened to attack Kunlun and kill Lin Fan, but that night, everyone disappeared without a trace.

It's not that the head flies, it's that everyone is gone!

Creeps!

All the remaining cultivators knew that Lin Fan had made a move!

It was only then that they realized one thing: Lin Fan had known about this counterattack for a long time, but he didn't make a move in advance and strangled the danger in the cradle, why? For he wanted them to assemble and slaughter.

It was only then that they finally realized one thing: the end of the cultivation realm was coming!

They wanted to ask why Lin Fan did this, but Lin Fan obviously didn't mean to explain.

After these three massacres, all the cultivators were in danger and lived with the mood of living one day at a time, just because they realized that the entire cultivation world no longer had the strength to compete with it.

The surprise is that when you are completely desperate, this son of a bitch's old man suddenly gives you hope again.

When the remaining cultivators thought that they were about to be killed, Lin Fan suddenly changed his previous nature as a butcher and quieted down, and for the next three months, he actually stayed in Kunlun without showing up and did nothing.

Just when they thought it was safe and thought that the crazy Lin Fan had become normal, a sudden storm swept through the entire cultivation realm, extinguishing their last hope.

The storm is coming.

……

……

Shenzhou, the land of Middle-earth.

Huashan.

Five hundred years ago, the Huashan faction was destroyed by the old monster of Youquan, and Huashan had a master and no owner, and it was immediately occupied by some nameless scattered people. Although it is not as good as Shushan and Kunlun, it still has a lot of advantages compared with other places, so it is extremely popular.

For hundreds of years, Huashan has staged a duel for territory every once in a while, after all, there are many porridges and few monks, and the supply exceeds demand.

Therefore, in the past, this Huashan was also noisy, but at this time it has been deserted, and as for the duel, it has not been seen for a long time. There is no other reason, the place is very large, there are few people, and there are many resources, where do you need to grab it?

I can't use it up no matter how I use it! Of course, there are other problems, such as not being useful.

On this day, when the first rays of sunlight shine down, the aura is also the most abundant, and cultivators who do not have the support of elixirs often choose to cultivate at this time and absorb the essence of the universe.

In the cultivation world, winter has arrived, and in today's world, pills have become a luxury, and many cultivators will choose to give away the aura for free.

At the top of Huashan, more than ten scattered cultivators gathered here, and after about half an hour, the cultivation was completed.

The main peak of Huashan, two scattered cultivators are hundreds of meters apart, one of them has white hair, a wisp of white beard hangs down to the chest, the crane hair is childish, and it is very fairy-like bones. The other was dressed in a cyan robe, with clear eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was no more than twenty years old.

The young Taoist sighed lightly and said, "Fuji, have you noticed that your aura has become thinner and thinner in the past few days?" ”

The crane-haired old man said, "Uncle Daoxuan, it has indeed become thin!" Before he could reply, his face showed indignation, and he scolded, "Grass damn! It must have been a good thing that Lin Fan's bastard did! This scum of the cultivation realm!! ”

"Shut up!" The young Taoist's face changed, and he said coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about!" Don't you want to live anymore and dare to speak ill of that person?! ”

The old man pursed his lips and retorted weakly: "Uncle Shi, this is not what I said, but the truth!" Look what that bastard has done! Now, there are no rules! Good and evil are evil, he is either the right way or the devil's way, but he doesn't want to do anything, but wants to destroy the world. I really don't understand, it's so, too much of a bully! ”

After a while, the old man's eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing this, the young Taoist's face changed slightly, he let out a long sigh, and said, "Don't say you don't understand, where in the world does anyone understand?" You're wrong, he's not trying to destroy the world, he's just targeting us. ”

The old man said aggrievedly: "What Uncle Shi said is, I just don't understand, he is also an immortal cultivator, what did we do wrong?" Why did he do it? ”

The young Taoist raised his head, shook his head slightly, and said, "You said he broke the rules, where did the rules come from?" ”

The old man was stunned.

The young Taoist continued: "What kind of rules, it was not originally set by immortal cultivators, whoever is the strongest can be decided. In the final analysis, we immortal cultivators still depend on whose fist is bigger. You say he doesn't talk about the rules, why should he talk about it? His fist is the biggest, he's the rule. ”

The old man sobbed low and choked up, "He...... He's too overbearing. ”

The young Taoist smiled bitterly, looked at the other peaks, and said, "It's not that he's domineering, this is the biggest rule in the immortal cultivation world." The avenue is competing, and there is no room for half mercy. Take us as an example, our teachers and nephews have big fists, so we can monopolize the best resources, and if you ask them, they will definitely say that we are too domineering. The avenue is the avenue battle, this is the avenue battle......"

The old man was no longer crying.

Haw!

At that moment, the ground suddenly shook.

Burst!!

A head suddenly poked out of the place where it had been stirring before, and a little boy of three centimeters came out with a tiger's head.

This villain has a very special shape, all yellow, only one eye, very large, accounting for two-thirds of the head, wearing big glasses, looking up at the two of them, holding his stomach and giggling.

Villain!

Colorful Divine Land!

The faces of the young Taoist and the old man changed in shock, and they were like ghosts, and exclaimed, "This, this is ......."

"Ahh At this moment, a short scream suddenly sounded, apparently killed after just one scream.

"Ahhhh "Lin Fan!!" "I'm damning you to death!" "What kind of ability is sneaky, you have the ability to stand up for Lao Tzu!" The next moment, countless shouts and curses followed.

There were screams, there were roars, there were hysterical vents, but whatever it was, just a word, the voice echoed in the valley, and the people had been killed.

"Lin Fan is here!" The old man's expression changed greatly, and in an instant, his eyes were blood-red from anger, and he roared, "You bastard, give me death!" The young Taoist didn't have time to stop it, he had already raised his hand and slammed it towards the Minion.

The wind is howling and the energy is overflowing!

Ironically, in the Shushan plane, a fairy world now does not say whether it has cultivated the Yuan Shen, even this palm is just a strengthened version of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, which is really pitiful.