"You're not happy?"

Wen Chuanting squinted and looked at the stout man beside him, with a smile on his face.

"Or do you want me to wipe out the Taitian Gate from this world with my own hands?!"

Words of punishment, absolute punishment!

Wei Jingtang's eyelids jumped, the cold air in his heart rushed outward, his hands and feet were cold, like a cold winter in the depths.

"I can't be happy!" Wei Jingtang said hesitantly.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you now?!"

"It's not to underestimate you, you don't have the ability!" asked Chuanting without looking at him, squatting down slightly, stretching out his palms, paddling back and forth in the turquoise water, waving in circles of water waves, splashing water splashes.

Wei Jingtang took a deep breath, his face hung dejected, "I don't have this ability, but Taitianmen has this ability, and there are no longer a few who cultivate higher than me!"

He wanted to save, and he wanted to dispel Wen Chuanting's thoughts of destruction.

In a sect, the disciple is the foundation, the true disciple and elder are the backbone, and the head is the head, if Wei Jingtang is in charge of the Taitianmen according to what Wen Chuanting said, then it will inevitably go through a bloody killing, how many remnants can there be?

Without a backbone, a sect will be ruined!

This is something he can't afford!

"You forgot, besides me, that tribe, there are five survivors, and you think they will easily let go of their hatred?"

"Or rather, you don't have any idea about the position of the head of Taitianmen?"

Weird, the smile is extremely weird!

Wei Jingtang Nuonuo, at this moment, his thoughts rose, he wanted to deny it, but he couldn't go against his inner thoughts, he wanted to affirm, but he couldn't say even a word.

"That's it!" Wen Chuanting smiled, his fingers stirred in the water, ripples on the surface of the water, and under the surface of the water, countless small streams of water were stirred up by his fingers, with his fingers as the center, shuttling and flowing outward.

"I'll help you, help you remove all obstacles until you get to that position!"

This is a promise, a promise to a friend, to the future.

Wei Jingtang nodded slightly, agreeing with what Wen Chuanting said. A response without any words is the best response.

No matter what angle you stand, it's the best for him. Without words, even if he fails in the future, the blame will not be placed on him. Of course, success is best.

Think about it, above tens of millions of people, there is no below, everything is decided in a word, there is no opposition, there are things below the disciples obey their work, thousands of disciples revolve around themselves, and the lives of all beings are in one hand.

The arms trembled, the blood vessels swelled, and the hot blood squeezed out of the heart, flowing through the whole body with passion, supplying every inch of skin and every cell with the strongest excitement.

Any plan starts from an idea, the idea is generated, to perfect, mature, this requires a process, when the idea is formed, that is, the beginning of the implementation of the plan.

This is not a decision made with a hot head, Wen Chuanting has been carefully considered and seriously considered, and the feasibility of the implementation of the plan is as high as 80%, which is a large probability.

"We need a perfect plan!" asked Chuanting chuckled, "Also, in the Taitianmen, who can be co-opted and who must be destroyed, you have to think about these clearly, what can be used as a help, we don't need to kill them all with one rod!"

Looking at Wei Jingtang with a contemplative look on his face, the smile on his face suddenly changed, and the palm of his hand immersed in the water suddenly lifted.

On the clenched fist, a handful of black hair, messy like the dense roots of an unknown plant, wrapped around the fingers, slender, redundant, and messy, was asked to pick up from the water.

The swollen and white cheeks are lifted from under the water, and the rippling small waves continue to wash on the cheeks between the ups and downs, and the cheeks are under the water, which will not come out, and the sudden picture gives people a terrifying feeling.

Adjusting to the initial discomfort, Wen Chuanting grabbed the hair wrapped around his fingers, lifted his arm vigorously, and the blistered and swollen figure floated out from under the water.

Face to face, one arm length apart, to ask Chuanting's arm at this time, the distance is only a few tens of centimeters, less than half a meter.

"This should be the corpse of a nearby villager!" his gaze swept over the corpse, and the adult man, about seven feet tall, was ragged and could not see any wounds caused by foreign objects.

Wei Jingtang leaned over, his gaze swept over the corpse, "It seems that it has been a while!"

At this moment, the two made a cameo appearance, like coroners, doing research on the corpse.

His arms trembled, and he was about to drag the corpse to the shore, his swollen and white cheeks, his eyelids opened without warning, and his dark eyes were exposed, staring at Wen Chuanting's face.

"Ah......" The sudden change made Wen Chuanting take aback, and the clenched palm subconsciously let go.

The long, messy hair was wrapped around his fingers, and as the corpse sank, it straightened abruptly, spring-like bouncing twice, and the corpse trembled up and down.

A pitch-black tongue burst out of the pale mouth, elongated strangely, and shot at Wen Chuanting's face.

The long tongue is not like a human tongue at all, and it is often said that three inches are not rotten, where is three inches, and there are more than three feet.

didn't care about grasping the sword, his left hand was raised, the vast sword qi was swallowed, and he was hurriedly locked in front of him, the long tongue with a fishy wind, colliding with the sword qi, silently, the sword qi burst out, against the direction of the long tongue, and jumped into the open mouth of the corpse.

The long black tongue was stirred, and an even stronger fishy smell came out, causing Wen Chuanting to frown, and the sword in his right palm jumped, cutting off the long hair wrapped around his fingers.

With a pop, the corpse fell freely, making a splash. Between the ups and downs, the swollen limbs paddled stiffly on the water, and the turtle turned over with great difficulty to adjust its body, changing the position of lying on its back to lying on its stomach, using both hands and feet, paddling in the water, and rushing straight towards the shore to ask Chuanting to be located.

The blood dripping from the mouth was pitch black, and it could not see the normal color of the blood, and when it fell into the water, it did not spread like ink into clear water, but remained as a whole like a stone falling into water, but did not sink like a stone, but floated within the distance of a palm under the surface of the water.

Long Tongue launched a surprise attack, Wei Jingtang also reacted, and hurriedly jumped to Wen Chuanting's side, just at the moment when the corpse fell into the water.

The two looked at the scene in front of them, indescribably creepy, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the happiness in each other's eyes.

If you react slowly, you will inevitably be attacked by a long black tongue with a fishy smell, not to mention the size of the wound, but its strange non-proliferation in the water, maintaining the state of water droplets, it is unbearable.

Looking at the ground again, the place where the fishy liquid dripped was already pitch black, and the dense green flowers and plants were also eeriely black.

As the two watched, the corpse stiffened out of the water, drenched and crawled onto the soft shore, and staggered to its feet.

The two of them had the feeling of facing zombies, and they couldn't see the black eyeballs of the whites of their eyes rolling, sweeping over the two of them, and the noses fluttering, making them unable to tell whether he was a dead corpse or a living person.