Prehistoric Rebellion

Chapter 245
A small group of multicolored light of merit suddenly appeared in the sky above Zifu, and fell into Feng Wubing's primordial spirit, making his Zifu's divine light flourish and auspicious.This is the merit of doing justice for the heavens, killing an evil god, and gaining a merit, a small group of multicolored merits and virtues, has already caused half of his injuries to recover, which made him overjoyed, and then secretly blamed himself: " Merit, merit, not only helps to improve the cultivation base, but also heals wounds, this is the supreme holy medicine, why did I forget, so that looking for rare treasures of heaven and earth is really stupid!"

The sudden arrival of merit opened a door for Feng Wubing to heal his injuries. He must obtain more merit. The offering of only one citizen of the Ming Empire is obviously not enough. It is necessary to expand the area and let more people believe in it. For myself, the merit of enlightening the world is a great merit, so that my injury can heal quickly.

After planning a countermeasure, Feng Wubing was in a good mood, and turned his eyes to the thirty trembling disciples. He sneered, raised his hand, and a surge of magic power gathered at his fingertips, and he was about to shoot out and kill them.

"Forgive me!" A disciple suddenly howled, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Feng Wubing.

Feng Wubing hesitated for a moment, and the other 29 disciples seemed to see hope, and hurriedly imitated the man just now, kowtowing to Feng Wubing, begging endlessly.

Lin Qingyang looked at these former classmates with contempt, but secretly sighed, have these people forgotten the pride and glory of Shenmen in the past?The disciples of Shenmen are mortal but not alive, so how can they beg for mercy from the enemy?They have been reduced to the disgrace of Shenmen, how can there be any dignity of the children of Shenmen?

An inexplicable sneer flashed in Feng Wubing's eyes, he never imagined that a majestic immortal would kneel down to the enemy and beg for his life, it really surprised him at first, but when he recovered and thought about it, he was silent again The sneer, these people are indeed greedy for life and afraid of death, ruthless and ruthless people, not only did they not have a trace of sadness after the death of their master, but they were like a poor pug wagging its head and tail. How can such a person be kept? !
"If you kill me today, it will only dirty the hands of the poor! But..." The soft-spoken words made the thirty Shenmen disciples happy at first, thinking that their lives would be safe, but when the last two words were uttered, they were beaten again. After hitting the bottom of the valley, everyone looked at Feng Wubing anxiously, and their bodies trembled slightly.

"However, if you let me go at this point, the news will be leaked, and you will be hunted down by the sect. It's really puzzling how to deal with you!" Feng Wubing's cold words, without emotion, made 30 There was a glimmer of hope in the people, and they hurriedly shouted: "If the senior doesn't kill us, we will repay the favor, and we will definitely not leak the news, nor will we tell the sect!"

One person made a sound, and the rest of the people also spoke uprightly, righteously swore to Feng Wubing, and some people were also ruthless people, and even the Qingyuan Sect below heard the oath dripping with cold sweat.

Feng Wubing naturally understands that once a cultivator swears an oath to heaven, he will surely prove it in heaven and earth. If he violates it, he will be punished by heaven and the consequences will be disastrous. But how can the oath of the person in front of him be trusted?They don't cultivate the way of heaven, they don't know how to master the secrets, they only know how to refine their energy and seek gods, and their vows are like shit. Even if they break their vows and are executed by the way of heaven, it will be too late by then. Of course they will end up miserable, but Qingyuan What about sending people?Here is his only master in this life, thirteen senior brothers, and countless follow-up disciples. This is his family. How can he tolerate them being endlessly hunted down by Shenmen day and night?

"Brother, do you think their oath can be trusted?" Feng Wubing didn't comment on the 30 people, but turned to ask Liu Lin instead.

Liu Lin was startled for a moment, then nodded affirmatively and said: "I don't believe it, I can't believe my enemy!"

As soon as this remark came out, the 30 people became anxious. They looked at Feng Wubing anxiously, looking very pitiful.

Feng Wubing also sighed, looked at the 30 people and said: "Brother, you have heard what he said. He said you can't be trusted, and Pindao thinks the same way, so Pindao can't let you go, but he doesn't want to kill you. Wait, do you have a better way?"

The 30 people were stunned when they heard the words, they all looked at each other in blank dismay, fear slowly grew in their hearts, they thought it was Feng Wubing who was teasing them, maybe he didn't want to let them go at all, thinking of this, the more they thought about it, the more they felt it was possible, suddenly I feel that all thoughts are in despair, and no one makes a sound, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Feng Wubing sneered again and again, his eyes were full of contempt, this group of boneless people are really immortals in vain!
Even Lin Qingyang turned his head angrily at this moment, and he didn't want to take another look at the faces of these former fellow disciples. His guilt was extremely complicated. How could there be such a disciple in the once brilliant Shenmen?They have lost even the most basic backbone of being a human being, so they are not worthy of being disciples of Shenmen. He secretly sighed in his heart: "Isn't it true that one generation is not as good as the next generation?"

With a flick of the finger, a burst of green energy shot out from the fingertips, entangled 30 people, making them terrified, and hurriedly shouted: "What are you going to do? Don't kill us! Don't..."

They have just seen how powerful Feng Wubing is, and with every gesture, they played with the red night that used to be extremely tall in their eyes, and ended up in a miserable end. , which provoked a violent reaction from them.

The sneer in Feng Wubing's eyes became stronger, these people didn't want to resist, but allowed the enemy to do what they did, they were nothing but waste, but, even if they were waste, they still had the value of waste.

Thirty copies of green energy burst out suddenly, shot into the bodies of 30 people, sneaked into the elixir that they had cultivated for thousands of years, turned into a blue thunder, and firmly occupied the center of the entire elixir, like a sharp sword , hanging over everyone's heads.

"Ah..." Qinglei struck a thunderbolt in the elixir, bombarding the soul's immortal energy, and there was a shrill scream, 30 people were covered in blood, rolling on the ground, their bodies were broken and miserable, and everyone's face was distorted , Howled in misery, and several people slammed into the mountain because they couldn't bear the pain from the depths of their souls, and their bodies were full of pain!

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone in the Qingyuan sect, all of them were covered with cold air, like the twelfth lunar month in winter, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes looking at Feng Wubing.

For 30 people, the time for a stick of incense is like hundreds of millions of years. After the pain stopped, the person who looked at the indifferent face was already frightened to the extreme. The feeling that life is worse than death is too painful. Then Man is simply a devil!
"Your elixir souls are all under my control. In my hands, you are in a dilemma of life and death, but you have a choice. As long as you are obedient from now on, you will not endure the pain just now. If you are disobedient, hehe , you will understand what life is better than death!" Sen Han's words made everyone tremble, and they promised with tears, not daring to defy Feng Wubing's power.

Feng Wubing nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the 30 people, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes: "Maybe they are the keys for me to knock on the door of God!"

(End of this chapter)