Chapter 123: Never do anything you regret

"Bastard, asshole. Wait for the sect to survive this catastrophe. These bastards must be killed all. ”

Looking at the disciples of the Golden Eagle Sect, he suddenly scattered the birds and beasts, and the Jin Taishan Qi jumped like thunder.

Originally, I thought that by relying on the large number of people, I could kill the enemy who was going to attack.

If you have gained fame and loyalty, why not?

However, when they saw Mu Feng's terrifying lethality and the death of his fellow disciple who was killed, they immediately understood that they and the others were too naΓ―ve to think before.

Without three thirds, how dare you go to Liangshan.

They are real dragons crossing the river, and they have set off monstrous waves at the Golden Eagle Gate.

Those who say that they are not afraid of death are all shouting slogans, and there are a few people in this world who are really not afraid of death.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, even if the Golden Eagle Gate can win, it will definitely be a miserable victory. In the end, he ended up with a big injury. Sooner or later, it will be banned by other forces.

Therefore, it is better to plan for the future early.

In the end, the Golden Eagle Square, which was originally crowded with people, turned out to be empty, except for the corpses in one place, there were hundreds of disciples who were still holding on to the Golden Eagle Gate.

"Boy, you are the fault of the Golden Eagle Gate falling into such fields. Today, if you can't be skinned and cramped, your bones will be scattered. I, Jin Taishan, swear not to be a man. ”

Jin Taishan turned his head to look at Mu Feng, his blood-red eyes were full of resentment.

"I'm very sorry, it looks like you're not destined to be a human being. Mu Feng shrugged his shoulders, "Because, your wish cannot be fulfilled." ”

"The Golden Eagle Gate has now reached a critical juncture of life and death. I, Jin Taishan, call on everyone, sacrifice life and forget death to kill the enemy, after the great tribulation of the sect, you are all the heroes of my Golden Eagle Gate, and my Jin Taishan will not treat everyone badly. Ladies and gentlemen, take out your strength and pride and fight for the sect. ”

Jin Taishan held a slashing sword in his hand to motivate the disciples who remained in the Golden Eagle Gate.

"Fight for the sect. ”

"Fight for the sect. ”

"Fight for the door. ”

The remaining Golden Eagle Sect disciples waved the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly with red eyes.

Mu Feng looked at everyone with pity, knowing that these people didn't deserve to die, but he had to be ruthless to slaughter.

And especially this kind of disciple who has been seriously brainwashed, he must kill him as soon as possible, otherwise, he will bring endless trouble to himself in the future.

The battle is together, you die and I die.

This is the cultivation world.

Mu Feng stroked the Black Prison Demon Knife and muttered in his mouth, "In that case, I will let you die with dignity." ”

"Daodian, Zhulan Double Killing, Zhuhai Lantian. ”

When the words fell, the Black Prison Demon Knife slashed down.

The bamboo sea covers the world, and the Lantian veins are all over time and space.

Zhuhai Lantian should be the most poetic and picturesque image.

At this time, they turned into the Shura Hell, mercilessly devouring the lives of the disciples of the Golden Eagle Sect.

As more and more disciples died, Zhuhai Lantian spread all over the Golden Eagle Square.

"Kill!"

Jin Taishan's eyes were cracked, and the horse chopping knife slashed down in the air, and the violent knife gang fell from the sky like a match.

At the same time, a purple-red ringing arrow was shot by Jin Taishan into the depths of Golden Eagle Peak.

The Golden Eagle Stream, covered by clouds and mist everywhere, the landscape is beautiful, and the fragrance of flowers strikes people.

A simple fenced courtyard in a clearing next to the stream.

In the small courtyard, there is simply a main house, two matching rooms and three thatched houses.

At the door of each thatched house, there are two boys sitting cross-legged, adopting the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth to temper themselves.

"Whoaβ€”"

A purple-red arrow burst through the air and suddenly exploded in the middle of the courtyard.

The six boys opened their eyes for the first time, looking at the little eagle in mid-air, the purple wings fluttering and singing, with a cruel look in their eyes.

The ancestor confessed, if it was not the life and death of the Golden Eagle Gate, he was not allowed to disturb the ancestor Qingxiu without authorization.

However, this purple-red arrow was the highest level of the Golden Eagle Gate's life and death for help.

The purple-red eaglet spreads its wings and chirps, as if begging for mercy from heaven and earth.

The Golden Eagle Gate is in danger of being destroyed.

The six boys glanced at each other, quickly got up, tidied up their clothes and appearances, and prepared to knock on the gate to wake up the ancestors.

However.

"Squeak".

The doors of the three huts were opened at the same time.

"Ancestor. The six boys knelt respectfully on the ground.

"More than 1,200 years later, the young eagle is once again spreading its wings and singing. ”

Jin Buchang's eyes were cold, and he looked in the direction of Golden Eagle Peak.

"It seems that the three of us old fellows have been sitting for a little longer, and everyone thinks we are dead. Jin Buli also smiled cruelly.

"Hopefully, this time, it will make me addicted to fighting. Jin Bu said with a smile.

"Let's go, I want to see, who is sacred, actually came to attack my Golden Eagle Gate, have they forgotten that forty years ago, the bloody hands were slaughtered?"

Jin Buchang said lightly, and with one step, the person had disappeared in the Golden Eagle Stream.

Jin Bu Li, Jin Bu Qi glanced at each other, and then followed.

Seeing Jin Taishan release the rescue arrow, Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that a sect could last for so many years, how could it not have a little background.

Although the lifespan of a cultivator is slightly longer than that of ordinary people, it is not outrageous that it will grow.

It stands to reason that even if this is the case, year after year, the strength accumulated by a sect is still very impressive.

However, as cultivators, the purpose of their cultivation is to gain more powerful power and a longer life, so as to compete for more resources for their own cultivation. This creates a good cycle.

Therefore, many cultivators will fall on the way forward. Or break out and find a stage that is more suitable for you.

Even so, they will still leave some people behind to suppress the luck of the sect and deal with the crisis of the sect.

Before, Mu Feng was just guessing, but now, he saw the real hammer.

"Boy, you'll regret provoking the Golden Eagle Gate. Jin Taishan looked at Mu Feng gloomily and said.

"Ben Gongzi never does anything he regrets. On the contrary, the person who provoked this son will regret it very much. That's what you're thinking right now. Mu Feng said lightly.

Jin Taishan, who was forced by the black prison demon knife in his hand, was in a hurry.

"If it weren't for the fact that you were waiting for your hole cards to be called, you would still be alive. Now that they're here, it's time for you to go down too. Below, there are still many Golden Eagle Sect disciples, waiting for you to preside over the overall situation?"

Mu Feng said, and the momentum on his body suddenly skyrocketed.

"In the middle of the eightfold stage of Qi refining, no, how is this possible? This must not be true. Seeing Mu Feng's cultivation, Jin Taishan was in turmoil.

"What happened to Ben Gongzi, nothing is impossible. Goodbye no send. Mu Feng's Black Prison Demon Knife conjured up a sword shadow, enveloping Jin Taishan in it.

"Boy, stop, otherwise, the old man will let you die without a place to bury. At this moment, there was a loud shout in the distance.

Mu Feng looked up lazily and glanced at Jin Buchang and the others who were galloping in the distance.

The Black Prison Demon Knife slashed down without hesitation.