Martial Cultivator

The weird thing is never what has happened, but the human heart.

The monks were immersed in digging the grave in front of them, and few paid attention to other places.

Yes, many people are not distracted when it comes to digging graves.

So no one noticed the dug grave over there.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came out, very excited.

But soon the cry stopped abruptly.

The shouting monk covered his mouth to prevent himself from speaking.

It was just a momentary loss of composure before, but he quickly realized what kind of place he was here and what he was doing. If he was really so excited, then others would definitely know about it, and they would know that he had found something good. Stuff, that's a bad thing.

So he thought about the matter clearly and kept his mouth shut, but in fact it was still too late.

Several people had already raised their heads and glanced here, but some of them quickly buried their heads, not to continue digging the grave, but to get something.

The process of digging a grave is like going to an unknown place to meet someone you have never met before. I have only contacted you through letters before, so you can't tell whether you will be disappointed, desperate, or satisfied when you meet.

But since the guy next door screamed with joy, it meant that the person he saw was not bad.

Compared with the unknown, the person who has already had results and knows the good and the bad is naturally more attractive.

So very quickly, someone came up with ideas very quickly.

The attack came quickly. The monk who made the noise before was not prepared and was quickly killed.

Blood also flowed into the coffin, and the magic weapon he found was also taken away.

Monks keep coming to this cemetery. Although there are still countless graves to dig, it seems that someone has found a shortcut.

Maybe some people are already thinking, if I kill all the monks who find this place, will I be able to monopolize everything?

But one person cannot accomplish those things.

Fortunately, many monks come from the same sect, so now that they are gathered here, they are not alone.

Those people looked at each other and then started to take action.

Some people noticed it, but didn't say anything, but looked at their companions.

They are very good monks outside and have not done anything bad. Now of course they don't want to do anything bad. But if others want to do bad things, wouldn't it be reasonable to stop them by yourself?

Natural and reasonable.

Fewer people is always a good thing.

Digging graves can be said to be for exploration.

The ancient secret is here to stop them from doing evil things, but it is reasonable for something to happen during the fight.

When things are discussed, who can say anything?

So a melee broke out here without warning.

Maybe it can never be said to be without warning.

The monks from various sects took action one after another and took out their own magical weapons. They had no cultivation at this moment, but their body reflexes and strength were much greater than those of ordinary people. Even if they were hit with a punch, As long as it hits the opponent, it will also make people feel uncomfortable.

After just a moment, someone started to bleed, and this cemetery began to become their cemetery.

White mist is floating here, and people are killing each other here.

No one said anything, everyone knew that such a thing was bad, but no one cared.

People keep falling here, and people keep dying.

Many of the disciples who died here were Taoist monks, and those who killed them were also Taoist monks.

The monks before Bai Wu had been wondering who was killing people, but they certainly could not have imagined such a result.

"Don't kill me, I am a disciple of Gusong Temple!"

Some people were forced into a desperate situation, and some were afraid to tell their inheritance, hoping to survive, but what awaited them was bad results.

Someone took a magic weapon and hit him on the head, and then he died.

"So what about Gusong Temple? I have long disliked you guys from the Immortality Path..."

The sound suddenly stopped again, because behind him, someone came up with a magic weapon and smashed him away.

The young Taoist priest in gray robe looked at him with indifference in his eyes, "I have long disliked you guys from Taiping Dao."

The two branches of the Taoist sect have always been at odds with each other. This is not something that ordinary people don't know. The two sides have been fighting for the so-called orthodoxy of the Taoist sect. But if they have to face each other life and death because of such things, it is not the case. But what happened today, where Was it born because of this?

This is one reason, but not all.

Even a trivial reason.

But there must be a reason for killing, not to convince others, but to convince yourself.

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That cemetery changed

It became a real cemetery, with blood flowing everywhere, and people kept falling down, but probably no one noticed that the blood seeped toward the ground, and then sank deeper.

It is normal for blood to seep deep into the earth, but it is not normal to do so quickly.

But no one will notice, because everyone is so red-eyed that they will not care about those things.

The white mist was still there, but I don't know when it suddenly turned red.

It's blood color.

A large part of the blood seeped into the ground, but a very small part slowly rose into the air, poured into the sky, and merged into the white mist.

The white mist turned into blood mist.

It looks even weirder here.

But the fighting did not stop.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure also came here. It was a young Taoist priest with a slender figure and extraordinary aura.

It's Song Changxi.

When he came here and saw this scene, his face suddenly became ugly.

"What are you doing?!"

Song Changxi suddenly shouted. Although he had no cultivation at the moment, he was full of confidence. The sound was also loud, and it shocked everyone's minds in a short time.

Everyone was in a daze for a moment, turned their heads, and saw Song Changxi appearing in the distance.

"Senior Brother Song!"

Someone said in surprise, that person was a young monk from the lineage of the Tao of Immortality. When he saw Song Changxi, he naturally felt friendly, but when he thought of what he was doing now, he lowered his head in shame.

More people were silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

Song Changxi looked around and saw the dug graves. His face changed slightly and he asked again, "What are you doing?!"

Most of the monks present were Taoist disciples, and most of them were Taoist disciples of the Immortality Dao lineage. Song Changxi's prestige among the younger generation was extremely high. Even if he was not from the same sect, he was from the same sect and lineage, so he was naturally qualified to scold him.

So those Taoist disciples didn't speak, just remained silent.

But even though he asked this, he had already guessed what happened at the scene.

"none of your business!"

Someone spoke in a loud and rude voice.

That man was not a Taoist disciple. He was just looking at Song Changxi and said in a cold voice, "Do you think you are still the proud man of heaven when you are outside?"

Song Changxi is recognized as the most beautiful place besides the double walls of Daomen.

Talented young geniuses are usually looked up to by countless people, but there are also countless people who are jealous. Jealousy is an emotion that has been hidden for too long in the past, and will one day burst out. And when such emotions burst out, they are often Will not care much about the consequences.

"He is just like us, he has no cultivation. We are afraid of what he will do. If he dares to interfere, we..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Listening to what he said, many Taoist disciples had a hint of irritation on their brows, but if you look carefully, there might be other thoughts on their brows.

The monks who were jealous of Song Changxi were not only the disciples outside the Taoist sect, but also the disciples within the Taoist sect did not necessarily have a good impression of Song Changxi.

Song Changxi looked at these monks who had never interacted with each other before, then his eyes fell on the monk who spoke, and said coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Ever since Song Changxi appeared here, he has been asking, what are you doing, what are you talking about...

But he had never been in such a bad mood.

"I asked you to explore the ancient ruins. In addition to exercising, the purpose is to understand the history of the world and see if there is another way to practice in the valley. But what are you doing? As disciples of a large sect, Don’t you feel disgusted that someone who is respected by others would do such a thing as digging a grave?”

Song Changxi was really angry. This matter would eventually get out, and people would definitely laugh at him.

This was especially true since he had not seen the young monks from the Liang Dynasty here.

They would become the laughingstock of the Liang Dynasty, and there was nothing worse than that.

When the Taoist disciples heard this, their faces became even more ashamed, but some people didn't think so. Why couldn't they do what others did?

Song Changxi said in a deep voice, "Disciples of my Taoist sect, the Tao of Immortality, stop here and leave with me!"

He couldn't control others. In fact, if the other monks outside the sect didn't want to hear what he had to say, there was nothing he could do about it. But after all, he had some prestige in the Taoist sect, so what he said naturally made sense.

He just wants to use his prestige to do something.

After a moment of silence, some monks walked out of the crowd.

In the southeast, there was also a Taoist disciple who wanted to come out, but his sleeve was pulled.

The disciple turned around and found that it was his junior brother. He frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

The disciple was silent for a moment and said softly, "He is not a disciple of Chixin Guan. Why must we listen to him?"