"Uncle spare his life!" With him taking the lead, the cultivators collectively begged for mercy with a crying voice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The act of kneeling spread through the crowd like a plague, and Silver Dust quickly crouched down with his head in his hands, as if dodging the enemy's cannonballs. He didn't want to be recognized by Du Chuanchang at a glance just because he was standing, so he would be exposed in front of Du Chuanchang, right? Maybe he had already been exposed? Yinchen didn't know, he just wanted to be able to hide for a while at this time, and if he delayed it like this, maybe at any moment Du Chuanchang would reveal a flaw worthy of Yinchen's sneak attack.

"Didn't the deity just say it, dedicate your old mother......" Du Chuanchang said slowly, in a tone of voice.

"It's easy to say!" The young man who had just taken the lead in kneeling and kowtowing quickly showed a pug-like expression, and said with a flattering smile, his tone was so insincere. Silver Dust felt that it was too fake.

"The deity is going to invite your old mother to with the boar, stallion, bull and donkey, and see what can be born, are you willing?" Du Chuanchang still said in a slow tone, his eyes bursting with unconcealed malice.

The young man paused obviously, but in the end he quickly put on a smiling face, and said humbly and contemptuously: "It's easy to say, everything is easy to say, as long as the Lord is happy, it's ......."

"What about you?" Du Chuanchang suddenly asked all the people present in a solemn tone, the crowd was silent, for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and then someone took the lead and slowly put his forehead on the grass, expressing his surrender, expressing his willingness, expressing his acceptance of all Du Chuanchang's insults, all practices, all abuses, all abuses, and all judgments.

The people who surrendered, one after the other, more and more. Silver Dust squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his body stiff like a piece of marble. At this time, he finally understood what kind of barbaric society the Wind Source Continent and some of the secret realms it connected to.

The atrocities that Du Chuanchang spoke of exterminating humanity are likely to be happening in some corners of the world, because there are no clear, binding laws governing human behavior. Perhaps simply for entertainment, for the sake of curiosity, slave girls are forced to intercourse with cattle and even beasts, and give birth to monster-like offspring, as pets and collectibles for some great lords, nobles, and nobles whose lives have been completely rotten. Evil cultivators such as the Poison Dragon Sect and the Demon Pavilion, maybe they don't really need these dirty or even terrifying things, they just handle them and earn a hard money. The Jianghu sect is a place to learn divine skills, so as not to waste money to raise such useless monsters.

Thinking of this, Silver Dust loosened his clenched right fist a little decadently. "It's useless, no matter how you torture and kill Du Chuanchang, it won't bring much change to this barbaric world. He thought to himself, the expression on his face closer to that of a rock sculpture. Silver Dust shifted slightly to the right, completely hiding his figure behind those fat monks.

Du Chuanchang looked at the monks who had surrendered one by one in front of him, and a cruel and arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Very good, it's really a group of sluts without bones!" He didn't know why he suddenly became angry, and gritted his teeth and said something that made the scattered cultivators completely desperate: "It's a pity, the deity is not an evil person, but a disciple of the Poison Dragon God Sect, and this rule of life never dares to forget...... Scholars can die but benevolence and righteousness cannot be taken away! Monks and monks are not only cultivators, but also so-called 'scholars'! Look at you, in the face of death, how many of you still look like a 'scholar', and which one of you maintains the most basic spirit of being willing to bend? You casual cultivators, from the bottom of your heart, treat yourself as pigs and dogs, what qualifications do you have to expect a higher realm and more powerful power? You guys, you guys, don't deserve to live at all!" He threw his hands and scolded as if he was angry, but the lingering cold and ruthless shadow in his eyes completely exposed the fact that he was acting.

Even the excuse he made was just a casual play, after all, these days of waiting in the secret realm were a little boring.

Du Chuanchang's words made the crowd freeze, one second, two seconds, three seconds, and it wasn't until the fourth second that the scattered cultivators reacted, Du Chuanchang played them, he didn't think about letting them go at all.

"But, my lord, aren't we already ...... ......The young man who was the first to express his surrender saw that things were developing beyond expectations, and hurriedly crawled to hug Du Chuanchang's thigh with tears in his eyes, but before he could get close, he was firmly kicked by Shen Tao, and rolled to the side bleeding.

"Your mother is a ball-haired thing? The deity is not rare! Even if it is sold to some prince and noble, it is worth a few copper plates? and you have to bear the infamy of a lifetime, do you think the deity's brain is like you?" Du Chuanchang scolded with a gloomy face, he knew in his heart that the words he had just used to threaten these loose cultivators were just threats, and I am afraid that in this world, except for the puppet Zongzheng Huanggang of the Heavenly Evil Temple, what kind of real "evil way" is there and those small fragmentary countries that do not belong to the two empires of the north and the south, I am afraid that no one or any force dares to do that kind of thing at the risk of the anger of the people of the world.

"But, my lord, although our strength is low, we dare not compare with adults, but we are also people who have practiced kung fu for decades? No matter how bad we are, we can sweep the yard and chop wood for the adults, my lord, uncle, great god, please let us live! We are willing to serve the adults as slaves for generations!" Another voice sounded, it was another middle-aged monk, Yinchen glanced at him quietly, only to see that he had a gray beard, a fairly good face, and a burly figure, he was indeed a good candidate to be a free security guard at the door, but he was a little miserable in the realm of divine skills, and he was actually the same as the owner of the Heavenly Martial Arts Gym.

"The Poison Dragon Sect doesn't want people anymore. Du Chuanchang's tone suddenly cooled, not the cold words of Sen Ran's threat, but the cold that calmed down like boiling water gradually cooling into cold water. "The Poison Dragon Holy Sect accepts people, it has its own set of norms, just look at your performance just now, you know, none of them are qualified, first of all, the strength is low, again, the mind is cowardly, and finally, the background is messy and poor, well, these are not the point, the point is that the last use of you people is to show the deity the despair and panic before death, for the deity to entertain!" After he finished speaking, he waved his hand indifferently, and Yan Guiluo, who was in the Qi Transformation Period, walked out of the crowd of the Demon Wei Pavilion, holding a bronze mirror the size of a basin in his hand.

Du Chuanchang finally showed his true face. (To be continued.) )