The death of the monk went unnoticed by anyone.

The entire Xizhou, the entire Xuanhuang Realm and even the entire Ten Thousand Realms were completely chaotic, countless people died tragically on the mountain, and the choked sound couldn't be made, as if they were covered with an invisible cloth, and there was no loophole in the cloth, holding their seven orifices tightly, not to mention that they couldn't breathe, the whole heart was tumbling with nasty fluctuations, and the aura was irritable and out of control.

This feels like they have suddenly been targeted by the whole world, and the spiritual power is refined in the spiritual energy in the world, and once they cause the world's disgust, they will naturally lose control of the second floor.

The Great Monk of the Three Corpses Sect was ten thousand times worse than the monk who died inexplicably and tragically, and although the torture suffered by the monk was painful, it did not last long before it turned into a few dusts in the breeze; the Great Monk was different, he was covered in dark yellow flames, and because the flames were extremely yellow, they showed a few reds, the red was not red, not to that extent, it was a strange pale red, like the blood that had just spurted out of the corpse after the murder, and it was also pale red if it was not defiled by the air.

The Great Monk of the Three Corpses Sect was accustomed to blood, but his eyes were torn by the flames on his body, and he rolled from the ground to a severed earthworm that kept rolling and struggling;

The spiritual power is not under his control, and he naturally cannot make any meaningful resistance, his only reliance is the earth that he once stepped on, he hopes that the dust of the earth can extinguish the terrifying flames on his body, he is a monk with an earth-attribute spiritual root, and naturally knows that the earth-attribute magic has the effect of restraining the fire attribute method.

It was his only hope now, but he was destined to backfire.

The fire burned and burned, but he burned himself alone, and he did not even touch the clothes on his body, and he showed a touching desire to survive, which made him burrow like an earthworm on the ground, tumbling from one end to the other, and from one end to the other, completely losing the self-esteem and majesty of the great monk.

But the fire has not been extinguished.

On the contrary, it burned more vigorously, burning every inch of his skin and every piece of his flesh.

He suddenly realized that the raw material of this fire was the sin he had committed by slaughtering living beings for nearly a thousand years, and his sin was too deep to be extinguished until the sin was dissipated.

He will not die, this is the punishment and the calamity.

As the so-called cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy; it is not that there is no retribution, and the time has not yet come.

This heaven and earth have tolerated themselves for nearly a thousand years, and today, it is finally time for them to repay the price.

His seven orifices were already bleeding, and amazingly, the blood was not dried up by the flames, but tumbled and flowed into the earth, staining the ground red.

He had never thought that there was so much blood in his own body, and when he saw his own blood, he remembered the mortals he had personally killed, and he didn't notice how much blood they had left behind, but now it seemed that the blood of those creatures could already be gathered into a sea, right?

He looked at the sky with affection, he was like the monk, he had turned a blind eye to half of the gold, he could only see a scarlet, full of scarlet, and the palms stained with blood drilled out of the scarlet, stretching longer and longer.

He knew that the hand was stretched out on his own, and he did not resist.

Is it unable to resist, burned by flames, without half-dead strength, can only rely on instinct to keep rolling, spiritual power cannot be used, he is no different from mortals, mortals can resist ghosts?

He spat at the mouth with disdain, but what spurted out was blood, he still looked down on mortals, watching the palms of his hands pounce on him, he used his last bit of strength to bite the tip of his tongue.

He didn't want to die at the hands of mortals he despised, and for a generation of grandmasters, suicide was the best destination for him.

However, it can't be.

There was a burning pain in his tongue, and the burning of the flames made him almost faint.

The flame is still burning tenaciously and vigorously, and there is no thought of extinguishing it. His vitality seemed to surpass some specialized body cultivation, and he knew that the moment this flame burned, his life was over, he was no longer him at this time, and his life was in the hands of others.

Just like one thing I often do: I can't survive, I can't die.

He closed his eyes in agony and despair, and the flames burned for three days and three nights, and at the end of the last night, three days later, the flames were extinguished, and he was reduced to ashes, ending his hasty, worthless life

The whole Western Continent was in chaos.

The thunder roared as if this was what the sky was meant to be, and many of the monks died of convulsions, muttering vague terms like "burning."

But this kind of person is a minority after all, and in the big family of demon cultivators in Xizhou, this kind of person only accounts for less than a quarter.

And the remaining three-quarters of them did not know why, and they laughed happily at their peers who had convulsed to death, and many of their opponents, who had once been helpless, went crazy as if they had fallen into a demon, rolling on the ground, worse than mortals.

They don't have much to do, to be honest, they still have a faint fear of the collective madness of their fellow disciples, and they put away their greed and cleverness in the past.

There are many people who are apprentices of those who are rolling on the ground, but they don't have the leisure and elegance to give those who are rolling cold and warm, which can't help but make the other party feel disgusting, and he himself will be disgusted to death.

In the Western Continent, killing and plundering are the eternal truth.

Ordinary people who are attached to feelings have long been dismantled in layers of screening, and the corpses of five horses have been divided, and those who survived are the leaders in the Xizhou Demon Cultivation family, where can there be boring feelings of "pity" and "care"?

As a group of officials and spectators, they are qualified, watching chess without speaking, not disturbing, and not noisy, which is a good cultivation.

At least that's what they think, a master and apprentice, and not falling into the well at this moment is the best reward, as for the rest

Hehe, the so-called master-apprentice relationship is not feasible in Xizhou, and people who play with their feelings should go to the Central Continent of the Justice League, not the Xizhou of the Demon Dao Holy Land!

But gradually, some people are no longer so calm, because, more and more people are dying from convulsions, and those who die are some famous Demon Dao predecessors, and the death of a large group of Demon Dao predecessors is undoubtedly a refresh of the pattern of Xizhou Demon Dao, and the Ning Dan and Yuan Infant Monks of the Three Corpse Sect died nine-tenths of the time, and once became the bottom sect of Xizhou.

Many disciples watched and ran out of the sect with their luggage to find another place.

Without the masters, the Three Corpses Sect can no longer act as their own sect, they don't have a deep sense of belonging to the sect, and the Three Corpses Sect is destroyed, it's nothing more than another place to kill and cultivate, that's all.