At noon, the platform of life and death.

The stage of life and death is the ring for resolving conflicts between the disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Sect, and before going to the stage, they swear that on the stage of life and death, they are divided into life and death, and only the living can step down from the stage of life and death, and the relatives of the deceased, friends and the like, must not retaliate, otherwise the rules will be disposed of, and the killing will not be counted.

At this time, the platform of life and death has become an execution table.

Wei Feng stood straight on the platform of life and death, occasionally looking down at the nicks, cracks, and blood stains on the platform, as if telling about grievances and hatred. For many years, on the stage of life and death, how many grievances have been broken, and how many once high-spirited genius young men have died with regrets on the stage.

The executioner behind Wei Feng can't be regarded as a real executioner, in fact, he is a low-level disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, every time there is this kind of dirty work, it is their turn to do it, but they have to do it, how can there be anything to do on the immortal road, and it is not a rebellion and compromise again and again.

Everyone in the world is good at cultivating immortals, but where do you know, once you enter the immortal path as deep as the sea, the monk seems to be beautiful, but it is just a genius and a high-level monk, a low-level monk with no talent, occasionally a fluke, and then return to the red dust, but can also bully and bully mortals, not to fall for a lifetime, if you are unlucky, you can only be a slave and a maid, and even have to worry about a little carelessness, which sentence is wrong, and will be sent to reincarnation.

Let's just say that this is called the disciple of the executioner, his real name is Liu Fugui, the family has been in business for generations, and he is also one of the best businessmen in the Moro Empire, when he knew that he had cultivation qualifications, the family tried his best to send himself into the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Sect, but when he arrived at the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Sect, he found that those gold and silver treasures in the world were not farts here.

The family desperately sent themselves here, just to make themselves stand out and let the family have a backer in the immortal cultivation world, but what about the result? What about geniuses?, if you don't have resources and don't get attention, what are you? What's more, those disciples of big families are more talented than you, and if they get more resources, what do you earn?

After more than ten years of mixing up, he finally sneaked into the Law Enforcement Hall, although he was just a low-level disciple who was doing miscellaneous things, but he was already envied by many friends, and even some people began to scold themselves. But is Liu Fugui complacent? All he has is deep sorrow.

The class of monks is far more rigid and difficult to break than the mortal world. In the mortal world, everyone is just a mortal after all, and the gap is not too big, but in the world of monks, the great monks can destroy the sect and destroy the domain with one hand, how can the low-level monks resist?

Life is not a novel script, two roars can evolve the ultimately, slash the enemy, and save the world.

Liu Fugui didn't want to stand in this position in his heart, in front of everyone's eyes, he felt a little infiltrated, thinking of the identity of Wei Feng's servant, he felt a little empathy, it is said that he was a small victim because of the competition between the three elders and the sect master, and he stood here today, it is estimated that he will inevitably become another insignificant victim in the future, with his family's expectations for himself, he will disappear in the disregard of the superiors, and no one will remember, as if he has never come.

But he had to come, he had no choice, he only had the right to accept, not the right to refuse, how could adult life be easy.

The surrounding area of the altar of life and death, both on earth and in heaven, was filled with people.

He Qiaoqiao floated behind the enemy with a worried face, although his father told him that he could rest assured that Wei Feng would not die, but he still couldn't help but be a little worried, so many people watched, how could Wei Feng survive? She had always trusted her father, and her heart was also a little shaken. But in the end, she chose to believe.

And Liang Biandao, Zhou Mei, Wan Yin, Wang Jue, and Elder Luo also came, as well as many disciples from the top and bottom of the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Sect, of course, most of them were the sect master faction and the three elders faction, and some watched the excitement. As for some disciples who don't want to get involved in factional disputes, they are still practicing penance in the cave.

The third elder, Wan Yin, smiled and looked at who was the enemy and was silent. It was as if he had once again raised his eyebrows and taken the limelight. But the three elders seem to have lived too long, and even their brains are not very good at forgetting a truth, cultivating the immortal realm, after all, it is still the fist that has the final say.

He stood in the air expressionlessly, just quietly looking at Wei Feng on the life and death platform below, he knew in his heart that it was impossible for Wei Feng to be killed, and what he couldn't do in the Divine Power Realm, it was naturally even more impossible for the three elders of the Yuan Infant Consummation to do it.

He didn't even look at the three elders, and some people in the door thought that he had given in again and again, or occasionally been tough, and he was just on par with the three elders, and he might even have a slight advantage.

However, in fact, He Rendi has never regarded the three elders as opponents, he is just too lazy to fight for the stability of the sect.

Some people have been fighting for power and profit for a long time, and they have forgotten what their strength is.

And the disciples below wanted to mumble quietly, but they didn't dare, for fear of offending the sect master or the three elders, so they just watched the excitement honestly.

At this time, the three elders spoke first, "Noon has arrived, execution!"

Liu Fugui listened, kicked on the popliteal fossa behind Wei Feng's knee, and wanted him to kneel on the ground, muttering in his heart, brother, you are going to die, cooperate with me, don't blame me if you go down, I can't help it.

Then Liu Fugui found that Wei Feng was still motionless, and his feet even hurt a little.

Liu Fugui was a little unconvinced, kicked again, still didn't move, and used his spiritual power to kick hard, holding his feet in pain and shouting in pain.

And Wei Feng didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little, he knew that the fat man behind him was kicking himself, but he didn't feel it at all, it was not even as good as tickling, he was now a little skeptical that he could cut himself, and the body he crossed over seemed to be a bit powerful.

And the surrounding disciples were all holding back, not daring to laugh, and the faces of the three elders were already pale.

Liu Fugui also felt a little embarrassed, and was ruthless, and directly slashed at Wei Feng's neck, but only heard a crisp sound, and the knife broke.

Liu Fugui stood there with a confused expression.

The surrounding disciples couldn't hold back their laughter for a long time.

The third elder was furious and scolded angrily, "Waste!"

At this time, Wei Feng seemed to be a little inflated, and looked at the third elder with a wicked smile, as if to say, "Come and cut me!"