Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 244 [Strong words and reasoning, cleaning up the family]

Ran Deng and others took their disciples and others, dozens of them in total, riding on auspicious clouds and heading towards the west. What they didn't know was that a catastrophe was about to befall them.

Just when they got together and set off, a throbbing aura came, causing the sky to suddenly change.

"Do you know the consequences of apostasy?"

A cold and biting sound sounded, and the entire land was divided into the center of a raging storm. The wind and clouds were rolling, and the mere momentum revealed caused the land of thousands of miles to sink.

Taoist Ran Deng's expression changed drastically. Although they had apostatized, they had not told the story. How could Tianzun Daoyan know about it.

"It's senior brother."

Taoist Cihang looked at the young man in dark green robes in front of him, his expression suddenly changed.

"From the moment you decided to apostatize, you are no longer the one who explains the religion. Senior brother, please take back this sentence."

Zhang Yan smiled coldly, "I believe you all know the consequences of betrayal, so should you retreat on the spot, or let me take action and destroy you and the others."

In the end, death is the only fate for traitors, and there is no other option.

Taoist Cihang's expression kept changing, and there was a look of resentment in his eyes, "You keep saying apostasy, you don't blame us."

"If you want to blame it, it's Master's favoritism. If Master had been a little more interested in us, we wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Don't think I don't know. If Yuanshi Tianzun gives me a small chance, how can you, Zhang Yan, of the human race, surpass us in cultivation?"

"If you want to blame, blame Yuanshi Tianzun."

Cihang roared loudly, pouring out all the resentment accumulated over the years.

"Hoohoohoo."

Cihang's eyes were red, looking at Zhang Yan, full of envy, jealousy, resentment, and countless negative emotions.

"Are you finished?"

Zhang Yan's cold expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and Cihang's words did not change his mood at all.

"hehe."

Cihang sneered twice. The colder Zhang Yan acted, the more certain he became in his heart. He must have been convinced by himself and pretended to be like this. It was indeed a mistake for him to worship Yuanshi Tianzun in the first place.

"Only the weak will cry, the strong will only strive for the top."

Zhang Yan smiled coldly, waved his sleeves, and the majestic and mysterious Tao Yun enveloped Cihang. Without the huge momentum of the wind and clouds, Taoist Cihang directly turned into a line of smoke and dust in the air and disappeared.

He looked at the other renegade disciples with cold, emotionless eyes, "Do you think so too?"

The faces of Ran Deng, Puxian and others were very ugly, even worse than before. Although they had already predicted the outcome, the moment Zhang Yan really took action, they suddenly realized what they needed to face. What exists.

"Fellow Taoist Zhang Yan, I don't have much connection with Chanjiao. I wonder if you can let me go."

Ran Deng sighed, facing the strong Zhang Yan, he gave in.

"Fellow Taoist Ran Deng, you don't know that entering the Chan Sect is not something you can just say and leave."

Zhang Yanzhen didn't know what Ran Deng had the nerve to say this. Although he did not receive much favor from Yuanshi Tianzun, joining Chanjiao already meant that he was integrated with Chanjiao's destiny.

The origin of this can be settled with just one sentence.

"In that case, there's nothing more to say."

Ran Deng's face became serious, and he rose directly into the sky, turning into a gray cloud and flying towards the sky. It was impossible to fight, and only by running away could there be a chance of survival. It's a pity that Ran Deng doesn't know Zhang Yan's background at all. In terms of speed, Zhang Yan, who understands the law of space speed, is invincible among his peers.

It’s just a Da Luo Jinxian.

"Kacha!"

Zhang Yan raised his fist and punched the void in front of him, destroying the space in front of him.

"Pfft."

Blood flowers suddenly appeared in the sky, and a head fell from the sky, with a look of horror in its eyes. It was the head of Taoist Ran Deng.

Zhang Yan is already at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and a blow cannot be resisted by the early-stage Da Luo Jinxian.

"Teacher Ran Deng!"

Master Puxian and others looked horrified. It was unimaginable that the burning lamp, which was like a god in their eyes, could not resist even a single move in Zhang Yan's hands, and did not even have a chance to escape.

"Elder brother, I was wrong, give me another chance."

Manjusri Guangfa knelt down directly on the ground and said with a mournful face: "All this is because Ran Deng forced us to follow the apostasy, otherwise we would not dare to leave the Chan Cult even if we had ten courages."

"Yeah!"

"It's all because of that guy Ran Deng who forced us."

Puxian and Horiusun immediately followed and knelt on the ground, kowtowing continuously. In the entire ancient world, there was no one who was not afraid of death.

"Please, Senior Brother, forgive our ignorance and give us another chance."

Behind the three of them, their disciples looked at their master with some confusion. It was hard to imagine that the master who used to be the supreme master in their eyes would have such a day.

These people are all disciples of the five of them, among which the disciples of Ran Deng and Ci Hang are even more confused. They don't know what all this is going on, or they are going to apostatize.

Ran Deng and others would not say anything more to them, but would directly take them away.

"Haha, it's too late to talk about this now. You must have been planning the apostasy for a day or two."

Zhang Yan listened to the three people's pleas, waved his sleeves, and gradually disappeared into ashes in the frightened eyes of the three people.

These three people are all in the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal. Facing Zhang Yan's power, they have no resistance at all. They only feel a terrifying energy shrouding them in an instant, and then their eyes go dark, and they have completely disappeared in this place. Between heaven and earth.

"Uncle, we don't know anything."

"We really don't know what this is all about."

Dozens of third-generation disciples of Chanjiao knelt on the ground and trembled after the death of their master. Their desire to survive forced them to do so.

Zhang Yan believed what they said. Ran Deng and others had rebelled against the religion, and it was impossible to say anything to these disciples to avoid leaking their words.

But Zhang Yan did not intend to let them go. Although these people were disciples of the Chan Sect, as disciples of Ran Deng and others, they had never even been to Yuxu Palace, and they were even less likely to have any sense of belonging to the Chan Sect.

"Eh!"

Zhang Yan sighed slightly, waved his sleeves, and a fierce wave of air enveloped dozens of people, and frightened and resentful faces appeared on the faces of dozens of people.

"Puff, puff!"

Zhang Yan turned his head slightly and looked to the side. In fact, Zhang Yan did not need to kill them, but the fire of firewood can also start a prairie fire. Zhang Yan still understood this truth.

(End of this chapter)