Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Zhao Meng is not a fool. He knows that Fang Lin's strength has now reached the realm of spiritual weakness. With the help of secret treasures, he can press him to the ground and rub him.

If he accepts the challenge, he will definitely die!

But should he commit suicide?

That's even more impossible!

Throughout the ages, no genius has died under his own sword. If he commits suicide in front of the eight major sects and the children of many families in the world, then he will be a shame to the immortal world after facing the Tian Sect!

Even if he dies, he will be abandoned by the sect under the eighteen levels of hell, making it difficult to escape into reincarnation.

Suddenly, Zhao Meng was caught in a difficult choice.

Two roads, no matter which one they take, is a narrow escape.

There was even a moment when he wanted to beg Fang Lin for mercy.

At the same time, after seeing Fang Lin's terror, the strong men of the eight major sects did not dare to act rashly.

They all retreated and looked at Fang Lin with fear as if he was a demon.

Fang Lin, a four-star spirit, they still have the strength to fight. With their large number of people, even if there are casualties, it is possible to defeat Fang Lin.

However, Fang Lin, who broke through to the seven-star spiritual body, was completely transformed, like a strong man who had entered another realm, which gave them a sense of powerlessness.

Facing such people, they also know that the best way is to run as fast as possible.

In fact, they all regretted being bewitched by Zhao Meng.

After all, there is only one life, but there are more than one treasures in the Chongxian Secret Realm.

Not far away, the disciples of the Xianwu Academy who were leaving with Leng Ruhan saw this scene and couldn't help but stop and let out bursts of sighs.

"Senior Brother Fang Lin, let us spread the glory of the Academy!"

“It’s worth it to witness this scene in my lifetime!”

"The appearance of Senior Brother Fang Lin has made the geniuses of the eight major sects no longer dare to underestimate us!"

"Perhaps, after this battle, we can be on par with the disciples of the eight major sects!"

…

When saying these words, the Xianwu Academy

All the disciples raised their heads with proud expressions.

Many of them had set foot in the Secret Realm of Chongxian three years ago, and they also knew that the eight major sects did not regard them as human beings at all, and the humiliation they suffered could even write a history of blood and tears.

Now that Fang Lin could feel proud and proud, they naturally felt honored by having the master disciples of Chaotian Sect, the largest sect, commit suicide.

As the chatter increased, Fang Lin's footsteps also approached, and cold sweat broke out on Zhao Meng's forehead.

The weather was obviously very hot, but his heart felt cold.

Seeing Fang Lin getting closer and closer, Zhao Meng also knew that it was time for him to make a decision.

Whether it's life or death, it all depends on God's destiny!

"thump!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Meng's feet gave way and he knelt down directly.

Then a sliding shovel came to Fang Lin.

"Fuck!"

This scene shocked everyone.

Who is Zhao Meng?

Known as the most physically terrifying man in the Chaotian Sect, he is also known as the Devil Muscle Man. He once killed a Sky Tiger that was close to the spiritual realm with his bare hands.

Although he is not the top genius of Chaotian Sect, he is definitely a person with a reputation for evil.

But in front of him, he knelt down in front of Fang Lin?

Where was his previous fierceness?

There were constant discussions around him, but Zhao Meng turned a deaf ear to it, as if he was outside the world.

To live without shame!

The fierce look on his face had long since dissipated, replaced by a flattering smile.

"Master Fang, there is no need to commit suicide. How about I give you all the secret treasures I have on my body?"

Zhao Meng stared at Fang Lin with his eyes wide open.

He really wanted to live.

It's a pity that he touched

Fang Lin's reverse scale.

As the old saying goes, dragons have reverse scales and will die if they touch them.

Fang Lin will never let go of someone who hurts his friends.

Faced with Zhao Meng's begging for mercy, Fang Lin just sneered.

His eyes flickered, and his orange pupils shrank, and a tyrannical force, like a mountain, pressed on Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng, who is in the Spiritual Void Realm, is undoubtedly a strong person in the first echelon in the Chongxian Secret Realm. .??.

But in front of Fang Lin, he felt like he was just an ant.

The sense of insurmountable gap made Zhao Meng feel suffocated.

"How could he be so tyrannical?"

Such words echoed in Zhao Meng's mind, but he had no answer.

Before facing Fang Lin, he once thought that the reason why Fang Lin was able to control the wind and rain in the Chongxian Secret Realm was just relying on the secret treasure, nothing more.

But the moment he knelt in front of Fang Lin, he saw clearly.

Fang Lin's power has nothing to do with the secret treasure.

That kind of majesty that towers over all living beings is definitely something that a secret treasure can bring to him!

If Fang Lin grows up, he will definitely have his own world in the fairy world.

While Zhao Meng was thinking wildly, Fang Lin's voice sounded again.

"For the sake of your taking the initiative to kneel down, I will give you another choice!"

This expressionless voice almost made Zhao Meng cry.

He is afraid of death.

As a master of the Chaotian Sect, his future will definitely be bright, and he is unwilling to end his life so early.

Now, there is finally a glimmer of hope.

However, before he could be happy, Fang Lin's words poured down on him like a basin of cold water.

"If you cut off your own arm, I will no longer pursue this matter!"

As Fang Lin finished speaking, there was an uproar from all directions.

The dead nod their heads

, the soul returns to its hometown.

But living requires more courage.

If Zhao Meng breaks off his arm and walks around the world in the future, everyone will know that his broken arm was caused by Fang Lin.

At that time, he was making jokes in the world and talking about becoming famous.

It can be said that Fang Lin's move ended Zhao Meng's future!

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Mengsheng was helpless and smiled crazily.

On one side is his life, on the other is his future. No matter which side he is on, he is not willing to give up.

If he knew that he had to pay such a high price for that slap against Leng Ruhan, he would never be such a standout!

What kind of secret treasure are you fighting for? Isn’t it nice to just keep developing it?

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world. Everyone needs to be responsible for their own actions.

Fang Lin was like this, and so was Zhao Meng.

Some Chaotian Sect disciples felt very uncomfortable when they saw their sect's genius being bullied by Fang Lin and losing his mind.

They clenched their fists and moved forward slowly, wanting to stand up and help Zhao Meng.

However, Fang Lin glanced at him, his tyrannical eyes like a knife, and instantly stirred up a hundred meters radius, forcing back these people who were ready to make a move.

In the world of ascetics, being a good person also comes with a price!

"Fang Lin, my master is the great elder of Chaotian Sect. If you kill me or depose me, there will be no good results. Why don't I give you the treasure and today's matter will be revealed."

Zhao Meng took a deep breath and revealed his final trump card.

Very shameful.

But Zhao Meng had to do this.

Now that things have come to a head, all his hopes are pinned on the name of his master.

But, he didn't know that what he said would lead him into a bottomless abyss!

When Fang Lin heard this, he was stunned, and then laughed: "Who am I? It turns out to be the disciple of the great elder of Chaotian Sect!"