The Return of the Perfect Ten Evils

The scene was too bloody, one good person head after another flew high into the air, and then rolled to the ground, with blood spraying out from the headless neck, which was more than ten feet high.

This scene made everyone present feel frightened, including the monks of Butian Pavilion.

You must know that the creatures whose heads were beheaded are all high-ranking and powerful people. They are all princes and princes. They are the strongest ones below the venerable ones. They command the four directions and are respected by countless people.

But now, these kings fell to the ground one by one, losing their heads, their shirts were stained with blood, and everything was empty.

No one expected that they would come here excitedly and talk about carving up the divine treasure and bathing in the divine rain... in the end, this would be the result.

The souls of the survivors were trembling, and no one was without fear. As Lao Teng said, only when the butcher knife is really put on the neck can it be truly shocking.

It retracted the cane, and its spiritual consciousness scanned the remaining creatures. There was no sharp edge, only the calmness of the ancient well.

The more this happens, the more horrified the people present feel.

Just like the previous sages, they believed that being used to life and death and wielding a butcher knife in the ordinary was more terrifying than any other situation.

That kind of sharp contrast gives people an indescribable sense of oppression, which makes people feel hairy in their hearts.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like Old Vine wouldn't kill anymore.

As a result, the next moment, the green vine once again turned into green lightning, piercing the forehead of a young man.

"Ignorant of repentance and still raging with hatred towards my Butian Pavilion, it will definitely become a disaster in the future. It is better to eliminate it in advance." Lao Teng's soft voice penetrated into everyone's ears.

Before they could react, Teng Tiao took action one after another, harvesting many young lives, mostly from the four major families and some powerful forces accustomed to being superior.

They thought that Lao Teng could not detect the hatred in their hearts, but the result was cruel, and they paid their precious lives for it.

At this time, the survivors' psychological defenses were completely defeated. They no longer dared to have any messy emotions and thoughts. They just wanted to leave here alive and never have anything to do with Butian Pavilion.

Lao Teng nodded secretly. Its goal was basically achieved. If all these people were really killed, the wilderness might be in chaos.

In prosperity, the people suffer, in death, the people suffer, Lao Teng does not want to see that kind of scene.

The blood that should be shed has been shed by them, and the shock effect has been achieved. These forces still need to be left to maintain the stability of the wilderness.

"You go, I let you live because I don't want to see chaos in the wilderness. After all, almost all the powerful forces in the entire wilderness are here." Lao Teng said with a little self-deprecation.

As a pure land that exists in ancient times, Butian Pavilion has always accepted all comers in recruiting disciples. Descendants of many big families can come to Butian Pavilion for further training. Butian Pavilion does not target anyone except the core inheritance. Except for the treasures and secrets that must not be leaked, everything else is treated equally.

In fact, many outstanding monks were trained for those big families, and most of them later became the mainstay of their own families.

In the end, they ended up raising a bunch of underfed white-eyed wolves, who in turn took a bite of Butian Pavilion. This situation is really chilling.

Lao Teng was already considering the rationality of Butian Pavilion's rules for recruiting disciples, and many times it was a waste of resources.

However, thinking of the purpose of this pure land and what the person who planted it personally said, Lao Teng shook his head and sighed. It still decided not to change Butian Pavilion.

Where there is light, there is darkness. Even if those darkness are killed and only light is left, new darkness will grow from within.

At this time, groups of strange men and horses came from the void in the distance, with momentum like a rainbow and murderous intent.

"That's the Fire Rhinoceros tribe. The leader of this tribe has studied in the Butian Pavilion. He has always had a good relationship with my Pure Land. He must be here to support me."

"That was a prince who was once an outstanding figure in the Pure Land."

The leader of the Qishan clan, the Chiyang tribe, the Marquis of Lingtian, the War King of the Stone Kingdom...

They are all outstanding disciples taught by Butian Pavilion. Now that the Pure Land is in trouble, they all come to support regardless of their own safety.

When the elders and disciples of Butian Pavilion saw this scene, they only felt warm in their hearts. When they were down and out, there were not only the harsh conditions of the world, but also help in times of need. This world finally did not make people completely despair.

The old vine also looked at these supporters with a smile. The vine spread out and penetrated passages, allowing them to approach the pure land.

Ling Tianhou, War King, the leader of the Fire Rhinoceros Tribe and other powerful princes led their tribes and came to the crowd.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that the danger of Butian Pavilion had been lifted. After all, this was the place where they grew up, and they had left too many memories behind. They couldn't bear to see it destroyed like this.

When they saw the densely packed powerful creatures collapsed on the ground and the blood on the ground that formed a stream, the princes showed no mercy.

Because if the situation were reversed, Butian Pavilion would be even worse.

"Hmph! Butian Pavilion taught you treasures, gave you elixirs, and helped you practice. But in the end, it came back to bite you. Anyone who has a dog knows how to be grateful. You are not even as good as a dog." Ling Tianhou scolded, his temper was very hot.

The King of War, the leader of the Fire Rhinoceros tribe, etc. also looked at the surviving creatures coldly. Some of them had just left Butian Pavilion not long ago for reasons such as family affairs, and then they forgot about the grace of preaching and waited. It is really shameful to carve up Butian Pavilion.

"Leave. That's the end of today. If there is another time, it will be doomed." Old Vine closed the coffin and signaled to those creatures that they could leave.

Those who survived burst into tears of gratitude, feeling like they were surviving a disaster. Many people rolled and crawled and rushed into the distance in a panic.

After a while, Butian Pavilion was clean, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The old vine gently flicked the vine, hiding all the blood stains and corpses. In just a moment, Butian Pavilion returned to its former appearance.

Immediately afterwards, it gathered all the elders and disciples of Butian Pavilion, as well as those who had traveled thousands of miles to come to support.

Then, the green gourd, the divine seed coveted by the venerables, suddenly spat out a brilliant rain of light, crystal clear and surging with divine power. This was the most advanced divine substance, which was of great benefit to the monks.

"Lord Sacrifice to Spirits."

Seeing this, the master of Butian Pavilion had a look of deep worry on his face.

According to legend, the rain of gods will fall only after the gods fall, so he was worried about the state of Lao Teng.

Lao Teng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Not only was it fine, but it even wanted to do a few more waves. After all, Chi Cang gave it a complete drop of Thunder Tribulation Liquid. It was very rich now, and it would be fine even if it took five or six waves. However, it still did not do so in the end. .