Chapter 151: Resentment Breeds Evil, Elder Sima

"Daoyou, I have a treasure map here. How about we go to the ruins to explore together?" A righteous monk said in a gentle tone.

However, in Bai Mo's eyes, he exuded too much malice.

This is the seventh time that my stand-in has beaten me, causing my normal mental state to be paralyzed by the aftermath of the evil god's Aoe aftermath after meeting Ye Fan, the protagonist.

Bai Mo thought about the monk in front of him who was about to stab him in the back, and reached out to touch his chin.

"Daoyou, the ruins are not peaceful recently."

Hearing Bai Mo's words, the monk obviously couldn't hold his temper.

He drew out his magic weapon, a ruler that looked very gorgeous at first glance, pointed at Bai Mo's eyes and said, "Hand over the Hundred Herbs Liquid quickly!"

Bai Mo frowned and controlled his stand-in to beat him.

With the Cthulhu Xingyi Hundred Cracks Fist, the haze in the eyes of the male monk dissipated. He looked at the ruler in his hand blankly, and then left quickly without looking back.

Obviously, after being "awakened" by Bai Mo, the cultivator himself felt ashamed of his behavior.

The education he received in Lingxu Dongtian and the good advice he received during his growth were such sharp thorns that constantly pierced his heart.

"To sum up the effect of Ye Fan's ghost thing in the past few days, those cultivators have become very, very absurd, just like the characters in the novel, after shaking off their brains, they shouted WAAAGH like green skin, and then were harvested."

Bai Mo touched his chin and thought about the history of Lingxu Dongtian that he had learned.

First of all, the first point is about the distribution of Baicao Liquid.

The elders, or those law enforcement officers, are dedicated to maintaining the order of the sect, and those Baicao Liquids are indeed distributed to every disciple of the sect.

Not only that, there are also internal welfare benefits for the disciples of the sect, and many disciples can ask the elders for advice on the doubts of the path of cultivation.

It can be said that the order here is very, very stable.

Before Ye Fan came, there were frictions, fighting, and factions among the disciples of the sect. But they don't really fight to the death, and they also kill each other.

"The sect rules exist, otherwise Elder Han, Elder Wu and others would not be able to practice. In the end, only one leader will be the strongest if they are exploited blindly, and the other cultivators will have no resources to grow.

If the siphon phenomenon is not restricted, there will be no training ground here, and it has been squeezed dry by the cultivators of Lingxu Cave Heaven."

"In addition to the competition from other cave heavens, most of the disciples here are the same as Weiwei at the beginning."

So, when did all the disciples in Lingxu Cave Heaven become possessed by demons?

The answer is simple. When Lingxu Cave Heaven took in Ye Fan, the sect's thoughts began to rush towards the path of demons.

Elder Han's spiritual medicine is missing, the disciples in the sect scramble for the resources distributed, and the disciples in the sect secretly kill each other...

These things are the standard path of demons - except for me, everyone is an enemy.

Or it can be said that outside of myself, everything is food.

Suddenly feeling something, Baimo pinched the spell with his fingers, his figure gradually faded, and then disappeared without a trace, dispersing with the wind, like a wisp of breeze that merged with the Tao forever.

In just a moment, a disciple came here with the elder.

"Where are the outsiders?" The elder looked at the disciple.

As a demonic route, is it difficult for a practitioner to betray his fellow disciples?

The answer is very simple.

It's just a betrayal without any bottom line. For practitioners who have already thought about killing their fellow disciples, there is no moral burden at all.

"Elder Sima, I just saw him standing here."

Listening to his disciple's sophistry, Elder Sima's eyes were angry, and his heart was like a volcano.

Damn Wu Qingfeng, why did you bring your disciples into the ruins? If you see the treasure, then I...

Thinking of this, Elder Sima became more and more angry.

He was very reluctant to let Wu Qingfeng take his disciples to the ruins.

Elder Sima initially thought that he would go there by himself and try to find an opportunity to improve his cultivation or prolong his life.

However, the head of Lingxu Dongtian gave the responsibility to Wu Qingfeng.

Thinking about it constantly, Elder Sima now has an idea in his heart - Wu Qingfeng robbed his opportunity, and the reason why he could not break through was because of him.

Elder Sima, who had a ball of stagnant anger in his heart, slapped his disciple casually.

The huge palm print also broke the tendons and bones of this ordinary disciple, and destroyed his wheel sea in one fell swoop.

"Sima, elder," the disciple wanted to say something, but he could only tilt his head, and then fainted for no reason.

Looking at his gradually losing vitality, Elder Sima had an idea in his heart.

Wu Qingfeng killed disciples indiscriminately, and this position should be given to me.

Thinking of this, Elder Sima laughed strangely.

Bai Mo watched what happened here and reached out to touch the forehead of this disciple.

In another world, the substitute wielded the tentacle-shaped Hundred-Splitting Fist and beat the dying substitute of the disciple until his spirit and energy returned to life.

In the real world, the disciple suddenly woke up. He clenched his fingers, and his sharp nails pierced into his palms. There was a strong resentment in his eyes.

Even if Bai Mo left now, in less than ten years, he would be reborn because of resentment, appear in the form of a ghost, and bloodbath Lingxu Cave Heaven.

At that time, his race was estimated to be in the same genealogy as the gods.

"Do you want revenge?"

Hearing the voice of the person standing in front of him, the disciple used up his last strength and turned his head to look.

This was an evil back, and in a trance, it seemed to have an ancient taste that transcended the years.

However, the next moment, all this disappeared like an illusion, and only a monk with an ordinary appearance was looking at him.

"Please, please."

"Of course, I am happy to help." Bai Mo stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, and then the substitute stretched out his tentacles and stepped forward to help him with his talent.

Bai Mo had no way to pull him all the way to heaven with his left foot on his right foot and give him powerful skills and magical powers.

But among the other monks, those elders and disciples who had their brains eaten by zombies because of Ye Fan's evil Aoe, didn't he become stronger?

Compared with those monks who are neither high nor low, neither righteous nor evil, monks who like to do whatever it takes, are used to having no bottom line, and cannot be kidnapped by moral constraints are much stronger in all aspects.

Feeling that he is gradually returning to normal, the ordinary disciple seems to understand something. He seems to have seen the truth before his death, but it seems to be just his wishful illusion...

"Let me see what kind of behavior a dead resentful version of the god's mind will produce." Bai Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the corpse lying on the ground with his hands behind his back.

Then, Bai Mo, who had erased his own traces, performed a spell and disappeared on the spot.

Not long after, a group of elders and disciples came here and saw the tragic scene of the disciples' death.

"Master, this kind of method can only be done by the ancient holy body." Elder Sima took the lead.

Hearing his words, Pangbo angrily said, "Bullshit, Ye Zi has always been with me, how could he do such a thing."

"Who knows." Han Tianyu clenched his palms, and he watched his younger brother die with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing Han Tianyu like this, many people had an idea in their hearts-what if Ye Fan also used this method to kill them?

"I guarantee with my life that this is 100% not done by Ye Zi!"

Listening to Pangbo's words, Ye Fan was very moved and patted his shoulder.

Then, Bai Mo watched the evil god Aoe, who represented Ye Fan, launch a wave of mist attack.

Could it be activated only after suffering a "severe blow"?

Squinting his eyes, Bai Mo watched this farce from a distance.