In this world of cultivators, there are many ways to cultivate.

Some people cultivate longevity, some cultivate good karma, and some people cultivate just freedom.

The so-called "self-cultivation" seems to be unfathomable, but in fact it is a state of unrestrained, natural freedom, leisure, and physical and mental comfort. xь.

This state of affairs is ...... in extreme cases Kill if you want, how to come!

This way of cultivating without asking the mind and asking oneself instinctively is the foundation that unites the Basan people.

It's okay if you want to say that these loose cultivators don't have any faith, but if you want to say that they have any faith, then what they believe in is "freedom."

How happy how to come.

Outside the door, inside the hall, there is a creepy scene.

In the main hall of the sect, blood was dripping and corpses were everywhere.

A large number of miscellaneous disciples from the outer gate have all turned into cold corpses at this moment.

Their eyes were filled with fear and incomprehension.

I don't know how I died.

A group of loose cultivators walked out of the outer gate hall.

These people were covered in blood, and it was the blood that had been left over from the murder.

"Grandma, are these guys so good? None of them can fight?" The wicked cursed and marched towards the top of the mountain.

At the pivotal position of the Great Array of the Thousand Spirits Sect, the two elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect fell to the ground in a dejected manner.

They were badly wounded, and their breath was extremely weak.

Above their heads, Jun Moxing, dressed in red like a wild ghost, was wreaking havoc on the hub of the Great Array of the Sect Sect.

"Damn, how did they get in?"

The elder coughed up a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The female trunk is fine, it must be out of the female trunk." Another elder angrily rebuked, "Otherwise, it would be impossible for these loose cultivators to appear behind us from within."

"Looks like you two idiots aren't too stupid."

Jun Moxing, who was above his head, was using a huge stone magic weapon to bombard the mountain gate array.

It is difficult to understand Jun Moxing's behavior, this time-consuming and thankless practice, for a group of enemies who have successfully infiltrated the sect, it is completely an act of taking off their pants and farting, which is completely unreasonable.

This is very incomprehensible behavior.

But Jun Moxing did it like this, and he worked very hard.

No one knows what this madman is thinking.

However, it is impossible not to let the people on the top of the mountain know about such a big movement.

With the great array of the sect being broken, the Thousand Spirits Sect was in turmoil.

The dark clouds covered the night, as if to herald a catastrophe that was coming.

In front of the mountain gate of the Thousand Spirits Sect, the atmosphere was suffocating.

At this time, the inner disciples had basically gathered and moved closer to the library pavilion.

The inner disciples were very puzzled!

Because this fire burned to the point of eyebrows, the inner disciples all panicked, but the middle and high-level elders of the sect didn't even have a single person who came out to maintain the situation.

It's really, hell around.

Right now!

A sound of footsteps came from down the mountain!

A crowd of people in fancy dress poured in from all directions.

Scattered people!

And the minions they have gathered!

When the inner disciples of the Thousand Spirits Sect saw this scene, they were a little unsettled on the spot.

These perverse guys, their eyes were cold, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light.

Who are these people?

The inner disciple of the Thousand Spirits Sect had a look of horror on his face.

That's when it happened!

An inner disciple stepped forward.

I saw him cross his waist and roar at the comer:

"Who gave you the guts? Dare to come to the Thousand Spirits Sect to make trouble? Why don't you get out of here?"

The man who spoke, Yushu, was young and full of vigor in the wind

With a heroic face, he has simply become the object of admiration of a group of female disciples.

The one who speaks is none other than that!

It is the chief disciple of the inner gate, a star-level cultivation wizard, known as the most outstanding genius since the founding of the Thousand Spirits Sect, Zhao Tianlong's good eldest son Zhao Jizhen! xь.

With Zhao Jizhen's roar, the inner disciples seemed to have found the backbone, and they all had the will to fight.

Although the opponent is strong!

Although the opponent looks perverted!

But this is the Thousand Souls Sect, and it is everyone's sect.

Everyone has a reason to protect the sect.

The crowd was excited, and they were ready to rush out and fight the enemy.

However!

Just when everyone's emotions are high!

In the black sky, there was suddenly a terrifying blood light!

This blood light was like a huge crescent moon, cutting through the connection of time and space, and by the way, it also cut off Zhao Jizhen's neck.

Poor for that.

Zhao Jizhen's impassioned and deafening questioning voice instantly turned into a floating cloud.

This Thousand Spirits Sect's premier genius for thousands of years has fallen so inexplicably.

On the other side, the bloody scholar took back his magic weapon, the Half Moon Golden Wheel, and then licked the blood on the magic weapon and sneered, "Any cat or dog dares to bark in front of Lao Tzu, it's really boring."

Murderous!

Properly murderous!

Zhao Jizhen's body was separated and fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the ground, frightening the other inner disciples.

Now, these inner disciples can be regarded as understanding.

These guys are just too strong!

Zhao Jizhen was second to none among the inner disciples, but he couldn't even make a move in the hands of the sick scholar in front of him, and he was directly beheaded.

Zhao Jizhen's blood instantly calmed everyone down.

"Run, go to the Library Pavilion, and find the elders to preside over the overall situation!" The clever man immediately thought of a way.

This is also the only reliable method at present.

Reminded of this, everyone hurriedly took over and retreated in the direction of the Library Pavilion.

The bloody scholar and the people did not immediately go forward to chase after them, but waited for a long time.

It wasn't until Jun Moxing, dressed in red, arrived at the scene that the bloody scholar stepped forward and said, "Boss, the disciples and grandchildren of the Thousand Spirits Sect have been forced into a corner, just waiting for you to fall!"

"Oh? Didn't these guys from the Thousand Spirits Sect fight to the death?"

Jun Moxing, who had just let out a fragrant sweat, sneered, "All ran to a corner? Do you want to die?"

The Bloody Scholar smiled and said, "Listening to these inner disciples, it seems that the head and elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect are now studying in the Library Pavilion!"

"Learning? Have you learned to forget yourself?"

Jun Mo Xingjiao smiled and said, "Okay, then go and surpass them now!"

Say that!

Jun Moxing stepped on the void and the red clothes fluttered towards the library pavilion.

When he got closer, Jun Moxing really saw a group of disciples wearing the costumes of the inner gate of the Thousand Spirits Sect waiting anxiously outside the library attic!

And what's even weirder!

The entire library was brightly lit up inside and outside, and a group of elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect were sitting in a row like elementary school students watching cartoons in a primary school classroom, listening attentively to the lesson.

These middle- and high-level elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect actually ignored the imminent major matter of destroying the sect at this time, and instead worked hard to write and draw on the table, as if they were trying to remember something.

It's really a class!

The ...... that made Jun Moxing's eyes widen

The person who gave the class to these Jindan monks turned out to be a humanoid puppet that looked tattered.

Hell, isn't it?

Seeing this, Jun Moxing couldn't help but laugh maniacally: "It is said that the guys of the Thousand Spirits Sect are a group of idiots who play puppets, and now it seems that they are simply insulting idiots, these guys are afraid of their brains

It's all broken."

At this time, the Basan people and a group of minions had already arrived at the scene, besieging the library pavilion and making it impossible to get through.

"That's all for today's human bloodline and organ meridian spectrum and ability evolution conjecture, now let's go!"

Accompanied by a puppet voice preaching lightly.

The elders had just woken up from a dream and began to discuss.

Everyone really didn't take the Basan people who entered the sect as the same thing!

This state of neglect directly made some of the people very unhappy.

But it's not the turn of these people to be unhappy, because Song Ziyu is more unhappy than anyone else!

"I can't stress it enough! When I was lecturing, no one was allowed to desert, even if the sky fell, Lao Tzu would bear it!"

Song Ziyu raised his mechanical face, and stared at the group of scattered people with a laser eyeball that flashed red: "You don't give Lao Tzu face so much and break Lao Tzu's classroom rules, then none of you want to leave today, let Lao Tzu stay and make up for the lesson!"