Chapter 111: 【Kill! Kill! Kill!】

"Could it be that the ancestors were wrong?" Zhang Wuye hesitated for a moment, tried to pick up a piece of Zishan stone and bite it, only to hear a crack, and his tooth fell out.

Lin Xian smiled slightly and reminded: "This is the secret technique of my Tianxuan Holy Land, the Six Storehouse Immortal Thief, only passed on to core disciples."

"If you eat too much and your heart cultivation is insufficient, and your Primordial Spirit cannot control the power of the physical body, it will cause a great disaster."

Zhang Wuye was immediately filled with awe and couldn't help but praise: "Tianxuan Holy Land is truly an Immortal Sect, with countless secret techniques, far surpassing the Qingxia Sect. I wonder how it compares to the Jiang family?"

The Jiang family, an ancient aristocratic family, located by the side of the Jiang River, famous throughout the Eastern Wasteland, always standing tall.

Zhang Wuye had never left this area, but knew that the Jiang family was one of the most powerful forces on this vast and boundless land.

Mortals even worshipped the Jiang family's first ancestor, Great Emperor Hengyu, as a god.

Of course, a Great Emperor is only one step away from becoming an immortal; in the Immortal Ancient era, they would definitely be a True Immortal, no different from a god.

"That is our Holy Maiden, and also of the Jiang family's direct bloodline." Lin Xian pointed at Jiang Tingting and said without changing his expression: "Her grandfather took the initiative to send his granddaughter into my Tianxuan Holy Land."

Zhang Wuye clicked his tongue, admiration appearing in his eyes, and then asked: "My ancestor, the Source Heaven Master, was an honored guest of the Yaochi Holy Land. I wonder what the relationship is between the Tianxuan Holy Land and the Yaochi Holy Land?"

"Yaochi Holy Land and our Holy Son have a relationship." Lin Xian laughed and said: "Great Emperor Wu Shi is exactly a generation of Yaochi Holy... Holy Son."

"Yaochi still has a Holy Son?"

Zhang Wuye was slightly stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't the Yaochi Holy Land only ever have Holy Maidens?"

The Zhang family's first ancestor, the fifth-generation Source Heaven Master Zhang Lin, was high-spirited back then, making all the major Holy Lands lose face, but he had a close relationship with the Yaochi Holy Maiden.

These descendants of theirs also knew some news about Yaochi.

"Cough cough, don't ask about the Great Emperor's affairs randomly; it will cause a great disaster." Lin Xian coughed and changed the subject to avoid misfortune. After all, they were right next to Zishan, and inside there was still a Wu Shi Bell suppressing the ages.

"Great disaster?" Zhang Wuye's expression was strange as he looked at Ye Fan, who was digging up Great Emperor Wu Shi's Dao arena.

It seemed that this kind of behavior was what would cause a great disaster.

Lin Xian urged Ye Fan to dig a bit more Zishan stone to leave for himself, and then took Zhang Wuye toward the inside of the stone village.

This was a village built of stones; even the houses were built of stones.

Lin Xian and the others wanted to preach here, and the villagers were incomparably enthusiastic. Dozens of households, nearly two hundred people, all moved out, carrying stones to build a spacious, bright, and proper stone Dao arena in the village.

Young Jiang Tingting sat in the center of the Dao arena chanting scriptures, her body glowing; this was both teaching others and reviewing the old to learn the new, comprehending the mysteries of the Dao scriptures.

Some young children and teenagers sat cross-legged on the stones, also following along and reading aloud.

"The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three..."

The sound resounded through the entire village, the childish and crisp voices rising and falling. The villagers working nearby revealed a trace of gratified smiles.

That was new hope, full of vitality; planting a seed today, it would grow vigorously in the future.

Lin Xian and Zhang Wuye came to another stone room to teach the Dao to those who were adults and whose foundations were already set.

The stone village had three surnames in total; one was Zhang, descendants of the Source Heaven Master, and the other two were Wang and Lei, descendants of the ancient Silver Blood Imperial Clan.

This clan had a small population, their blood was pure silver, and they possessed terrifying talent. Once they grew up, they were terrifying and powerful. Although they didn't produce an Emperor, Great Sages were endless, and even the Imperial Clan didn't dare to provoke them.

After thousands of years of intermarriage, the three families were no longer distinguishable from each other; they all had similar blood in their bodies and could be considered as belonging to the same clan.

It was just that the Wang and Lei surnames had deeper bloodlines and were easier to awaken. Wang Shu and Er Lengzi were typical representatives. Once awakened, they were pure-blooded descendants, Great Sages were expected, and Quasi-Emperors were in sight.

Others, even if their bloodlines were thin, could all open their seals and grow into powerhouses.

This was the means left by the fifth-generation Source Heaven Master to protect his children and grandchildren, and now it all belonged to the Tianxuan Holy Land.

"Stone village, an alternative stone village, can be turned into the foundation of the Tianxuan Holy Land."

"It's just that there can't be too many people. On one hand, it's to prevent the bloodline from becoming too thin; on the other hand, once there are many people, human hearts become complicated, and they start to scheme against each other, lacking the simplicity and innocence of today."

"It's called a lower courtyard, but it's actually the ancestral land of the future."

Lin Xian's thoughts turned thousands of times, and he began to point out the mistakes of the cultivators in the Bitter Sea and Life Spring realms in the stone village on their cultivation path, guiding them toward a higher direction.

Then he appointed these cultivators as class monitors, divided them into several classes, and went to teach the ordinary villagers how to cultivate.

And Zhang Wuye, after everyone finished cultivating, taught some Source Arts. Although it was only the fur of the Source Heaven Master, it was enough for low-level cultivators and mortals to use.

Everything was flourishing and rising, looking very harmonious, and had gotten on the right track. Before long, the stone village could be turned into a pure land of cultivation.

However, a noisy sound of horse hooves rang out, breaking this tranquility.

Outside the stone village, dust rushed into the sky, and dozens of riders arrived in the blink of an eye, people shouting and horses neighing, with murderous intent.

Everyone was riding on Dragon Scale Horses, the green scales flashing, ferocious and fierce, and everyone carried a bloody smell.

Leading them was a bearded man around forty years old, his curly beard and hair fluffy, like a lion's mane, looking very fierce and wild.

"Chen Chen Dahuzi is here, bringing more than a dozen people, wanting to destroy our village!"

"Hide quickly, the bandits are here, everyone take your tools, they want to wash our village in blood."

"Damn it, didn't we just pay the Source, why are they here again!"

The tranquility was instantly broken, and the villagers were suddenly panicked. They couldn't care about cultivating and returned home one after another to pick up curved knives. The children listening to Jiang Tingting chanting scriptures were even scared to tears, while some older children picked up stones and looked vigilantly outside the village.

Lin Xian frowned, picked a stone, flicked his finger, and it turned into a sharp sword of divine light and killed out.

With a crack, the Dragon Scale Horse let out a sad neigh and fell down, blood flowing all over the ground. Chen Chen Dahuzi, who was riding on it, was furious: "Damn commoners, dare to kill my horse!"

"You are really tired of living!" Other bandits roared, incomparably arrogant, full of murderous intent.

"Arrogance exposed, seeking death!" Lin Xian sat on the Dao platform, sneered, and swept his spiritual sense, discovering that Chen Chen Dahuzi and another person had reached the Divine Bridge realm, and there were seven or eight cultivators in the Life Spring realm, and the rest were in the lowest Bitter Sea realm.

There was no need for him to take action at all; Ye Fan, in the Other Shore realm, could slaughter them all.

He pointed into the void, and his Dao power turned into a carrier pigeon, flying toward Ye Fan.

Just for a moment, a golden stream of light rushed over; it was Ye Fan, carrying a purple giant stone weighing 108,000 jin on his shoulder.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan shouted, smashed a person to death with the giant stone, and then killed into the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, invincible, killing the bandits until they screamed repeatedly, blood flowing into a river. The combat power of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body was unquestionable.

Seeing the bandits fall one by one, Er Lengzi was stunned at first, then laughed loudly, and while laughing, he cried again, knelt down with a thud, kowtowed fiercely, and begged with a crying voice: "Sect Master, my sister was caught by them for several days, please save her."

"Your sister? Your biological sister!" Lin Xian's expression turned dark. Could this group of bandits have ruined a Great Sage seedling?

"It's my biological sister." Er Lengzi cried bitterly. Although he was a bit silly and careless on weekdays, he was incomparably sad at this moment.

"Sinful, if the Eastern Wasteland Holy Lords knew about this, they would be driven crazy."

Lin Xian sighed to the sky, then patted Er Lengzi on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, I'll take you to save people."

"Ye Fan, leave a few alive."

"Understood." Ye Fan made a gesture. Having killed all the way from the Southern Domain, he was already familiar with how to deal with bandits.

If he were in the Divine Bridge realm fighting Other Shore bandits, it would take some effort, but now it was Other Shore fighting Divine Bridge, which was like cutting melons and vegetables.

Ye Fan, who had always fought across realms and reversed the immortal, felt the pleasure of a crushing game for the first time and couldn't help but let out a long whistle: "Fighting, cool!"

"No wonder Master Lin never fights an uphill battle, always fighting in a smooth situation." Ye Fan opened and closed, fighting heartily, incomparably comfortable, sighing in his heart, and then slapped Chen Chen Dahuzi, who was preparing to escape, unconscious.

"Kill!"

"Kill the horse bandits, kill the bandits!"

The villagers in the stone village also rushed out with curved knives to clean up the mess and vent the hatred in their hearts. Chen Chen Dahuzi had been here for many years, and more than just Er Lengzi's relatives had been harmed.

In the past, in order to survive, they had to swallow their anger, but now that Lin Xian was here, the blue sky was there, and the Holy Body was here, the Northern Domain would be peaceful!

"Puff puff puff..." Divine lights shot out like bullets, the sound was endless, and dead bodies kept falling to the ground.

Until the last bandit fell, Lin Xian stood on the bloody ground and said loudly: "I came to the Northern Domain to do only three things: establish a sect, set up a faction, and sweep away the bandits!"

"Holy Lord!"

I don't know who shouted, and then knelt down and kowtowed, and then all the villagers knelt down in a crowd.

"Stand up, the bandits let you kneel, the Holy Lord lets you stand up. In the Tianxuan Holy Land, except when worshipping a master and teaching the Dao, you are not allowed to kneel at other times."

Lin Xian shouted: "Follow me to their lair, take back the Source that belongs to us, and save our people."

The young and strong shouted, like a group of wolf cubs, riding on the Dragon Scale Horses that were the bandits' legacy, their eyes incomparably hot, and their blood had been stimulated.

"The three of you, only one can live."

Lin Xian woke up Chen Chen Dahuzi and the other two surviving bandits with a basin of water and said coldly: "Tell me, where is your lair? Whoever speaks first lives."

"I am from the Qingxia Sect, Senior, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." The first thing Chen Chen Dahuzi did when he woke up was to bring out his backer.

Lin Xian slapped him to death directly, too lazy to listen to nonsense, and then looked at the remaining two survivors, indifferently saying: "He has already wasted his chance to live, what do you plan to do."

"I'll say!" A big-eared bandit shouted hurriedly: "I know, it's in the Stone Forest three hundred miles away..."

"Wait, let me kill someone first." Lin Xian smiled slightly, slapped his hand, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, but actually took the third bandit away and threw him into the stone village.

Then, Lin Xian transmitted his voice to Ye Fan, asking him to secretly release the third bandit and monitor the direction of his escape.

Ye Fan understood, retreated into the crowd, and then used the Great Void Art to leave.

"Now you can say it." Lin Xian looked at the second big-eared bandit and smiled slightly: "I hope you don't lie."

"Those two people just now have already lost their chance to live."

"If you lie, you only lose your life, but I have to waste time looking for your lair, which is not worth it."

"Of course, I can also hand you over to Er Lengzi."

"Er Lengzi, how do you plan to deal with him."

"I want to bite his flesh off piece by piece!" Er Lengzi's eyes were full of blood, gritting his teeth, throwing the big knife in his hand, staring fiercely at the bandit's throat, like a ferocious ancient beast.

As long as Lin Xian gave an order, he would pounce on him, tear open the enemy's throat, and vent his hatred.

"I'll say, don't kill me!"

The big-eared bandit was actually scared to pee. A dignified Life Spring cultivator was not as good as some mortals. In the face of death, the courage he was proud of was not worth mentioning.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. Throughout his journey, he had seen too many such bandits.

Seemingly ferocious, but actually waving knives at the weak, it was a kind of alternative cowardice.

Using atrocities to cover up their cowardice, once threatened by stronger violence, they would instantly expose their essence.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 112 =====