No one could have imagined that a battle with a huge disparity in strength would end in such an ending.

Maybe Wen Chuanting is the only one who knows the ending, and the only one who thinks of the ending. As the protagonist of it, his subjective initiative is absolutely dominant.

He tore off his blood-stained shirt, sandwiched it between his hands, and rubbed it gently, turning his shirt into a handful of fly ash and sliding from his hands, blowing in the breeze, rippling between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.

"This isn't the end, it's just the beginning!"

The tongue licks over the chapped lips, and the air currents blow out of the mouth, blowing off the bloody scabs that stain the tongue.

His eyes wandered in the depths of the forest, where Wen Chuanting fled, and it was the beginning of the battle along the way.

He didn't know where the senior brother Cheng was in everyone's mouth and what he looked like, what he was sure of was that as long as the surname Cheng didn't die, this fight would continue.

Wen Chuanting is not a child, he has no naïve thoughts, and he will not think that as long as the first evil is eliminated, the road ahead will be calm.

Things in the world are often like this, if you hit a dog, the owner will come out, which is called beating the dog to see the owner.

It's also like this, big and small, the old ones will jump out to find the field, the old ones can't, then there are even older ones.

This is the background, the power, the strength, the relationship between the root and the tree.

Unless, first, you have no background, second, no power, third, no strength, to put it bluntly, that is, you have no influence, no big tree to rely on.

Xiaobai, who is poor and white, will kill this kind of person if he kills it, and he doesn't have to think about any worries, let alone revenge. You should be dashing, you should be free, you should laugh.

When people walk by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet?!

If it's not Xiaobai, then you can only wait slowly, waiting for the enemy to chase you to the door, waiting for the trouble to continue.

I don't know when, eating a meal will break your teeth, drinking cold water, will choke you breathless, if you are lucky enough, you are not killed by the stone in the rice through the internal organs, not choked to death by the water, then congratulations, there will be more strange disasters waiting for you below.

Unless you're strong enough, so strong that people are intimidating, so strong that your enemies can't think of revenge.

Well, congratulations, you have been otherworldly, you have stood at the pinnacle of the world, standing at a height that no one else has reached.

Is Chuanting standing at the top? No! Is Chuanting standing tall enough? No!

Then, he had to worry about what kind of measures the surnamed Cheng would take. With so many disciples dead, what kind of attitude would Taitianmen adopt towards him.

"Since there is no solution to hatred, then there is no need to solve it again, here, kill them all!"

With a wave of the arm, the long banner was rolled up, and the black clouds covered the sky and the sun, covering the earth layer by layer, as if the earth was covered with a thick black carpet.

After a while, the black qi flowed surgingly, and the waves drilled into the six soul flags, and then looked at the earth, clean and clean, where there were any bones, where there was any blood infection, where there were traces of fighting.

Everything dissipated and became invisible under this surging black air.

The devouring of the devouring, the clearing of the purge, the erasing of the erasure.

You say that I killed Yingye, and you say that I slaughtered your disciples, then you should come up with evidence! There must be a scene for the murder, and there must be bones for the dead. If there is no scene, no bones, that is, there is no proof of death.

This trick is very scoundrel, but it is very effective! There is no witness, and only with a green mouth and white teeth surnamed Cheng, who can be convinced? A person has a mouth, and it is two petals of skin, and it is not him who turns in and out?!

Wen Chuanting changed into a animal skin suit, checked it carefully, and there was nothing missing, so he left with the monkey Shi Shiran.

Don't blame him for being too careful, in fact, many things are often ruined by carelessness.

You still need to look at your feet when walking, be careful not to trip over stones and branches, not to mention the business of killing people and goods.

In any case, Wen Chuanting did what he should have done, and he was very serious, and he also did what he shouldn't do, and he was very cautious! As for the back, it was nothing more than soldiers coming to block the water and cover the earth.

As the so-called is, the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? God let you live, and that bastard dares to jump out and ask for your life?

Walking out of the jungle, the mountains are empty, no longer a small piece of sky, Wen Chuanting's heart is bright, as if from the gloomy and terrifying little black house, into the general sunshine, depression, gloom and other negative emotions have nothing to hide, in the light have melted, everything disappeared.

Looking back, the jungle is still a lush jungle, with greenery representing the breath of life, and plants and trees representing vitality.

After coming out of the closed valley, he first met Old Man Hong, and the information spit out of his mouth was terrifying, and then there was a sudden appearance of demonic energy, and countless demon beasts with red eyes attacked, and then there was an expedition in the volcanic secret realm, which is just a race for heaven and a way to survive, but on the contrary, there are not long eyes to find trouble, which leads to a series of pursuit and counterattack killing.

There were a lot of people who died, and even Wen Chuanting himself couldn't tell how many people he had killed, whether it was fifty, eighty, or hundred?

Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing, hatred is knotted, then don't think about the others, as for whether it can be washed away, then each depends on the means.

Many disciples died in Taitianmen, and the disciples who practiced in the forest area controlled by the breeding and control of demon beasts were not killed by demon beasts, but by a small child, whether they wanted to or not, whether they agreed or not, something had happened.

This has never happened before, and it is an indisputable fact that many disciples died at the same time, in the course of their training. Taitianmen will inevitably be held responsible, and what kind of punishment Cheng Yu will bear is not within the scope of Wen Chuanting's consideration.

But for Wen Chuanting as the murderer, under the operation of the precision instrument of Taitianmen, it will not be a secret to think that his identity will not be a secret, whether it is to put pressure on the Sword Pavilion through formal channels, or to operate secretly, and kill Wen Chuanting on the spot before the Sword Pavilion reacts, it depends on the determination of the high-level inside Taitianmen.

In this kind of moment, when the upper strata of the upper stratum, that is, the stratum of Old Man Hong'er's group of people, are busy looking for the root cause of the catastrophe, can they tolerate the behavior of the lower strata people who disregard the overall situation and cause civil strife at will? Or will Old Man Hong's class adopt the attitude of raising Gu for the people below? Stocking at will, ignoring it, and allowing the people below to jump around at will?

In any case, the current question has no time to pay attention to these, and the children wearing animal skins, carrying a monkey, a large eagle, and a child walking alone from the wilderness have attracted the attention of some people.