1470 Chapter 1469 of “Quickly Traveling [Jade Body Exposed]”

Little Taoist X Millennium Fox Demon [Thirty-six]

In Qiushui Pavilion, several elders gathered together.

Even Peifeng came supporting his sick body, but he was slumped on a chair and used a cloak to cover his missing arms and legs, leaving only his intact other half exposed.

When the other elders saw him, although they disdained his utilitarianism in their hearts, they still didn’t show much emotion on their faces.

He Gubian said:

“Then Amu…how should we deal with it?”

Everyone here knows Amu’s identity. To put it bluntly, they have lived for such a long time and have made no progress in their spiritual practice, so they naturally long for it in their hearts.

Even in the eyes of others, they were trying to divide the immortal’s flesh and blood, which was an evil act that went against the laws of heaven.

However, there is not much we can do now.

Peifeng snorted coldly. Although his body was weak, his tone was not low:

“I don’t care about the rest. Since I found this wood spiritual marrow, I naturally want to take the big one. Besides…”

He said, pointing to his hands and feet covered by the cloak,

“In order to cure him, I became like this.”

This is a clear threat.

The remaining people looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other’s eyes, but they couldn’t accept it. The final result had to be decided by Chun Chang.

Peifeng reluctantly agreed.

They were still discussing Amu’s affairs, but they didn’t know that there was already chaos outside. In order not to be disturbed, the outside of Qiushui Pavilion was sealed up. No one could enter except them.

The house was brightly lit and full of joy.

There was endless wailing outside the house, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Amu stood alone among the corpses, his hair disheveled, and his whole body was soaked with blood, and his original appearance could not be seen.

Not counting the four elders, none of the 740 disciples on Baiyuan Mountain survived.

As for the remaining dozens of personal disciples with acceptable strength, they were already huddled together, retreating as he advanced step by step.

If Amu doesn’t kill them, he just wants them to report the news.

The direct disciples all have the magic weapon left by their master, which is very convenient if they want to save their lives.

Lingcheng was also among them.

He was in the middle of the crowd at the moment, his throat was dry and tight, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the person in front of him.

Amu’s appearance as a child reappeared in his mind.

At that time, he really loved him and protected him, but since he accidentally learned his true identity, this love and compassion changed.

He was shaken.

He also wanted to take another step forward, even if it required sacrificing Amu.

So from then on, he forced himself to stay away from Amu, lest he become even more helpless because of his deep feelings.

Trade-offs.

But he never thought this day would come.

Amu raised his fingertips slightly, and the ground beneath the disciples’ feet loosened slightly, and with lightning speed, more than a dozen green vines sprang out, tying them all together.

Some people tried to resist, but were horrified to find that their spiritual power was silent in their bodies and they were unconscious.

The green vines spread into an ink-like black color. Amu approached them, with a crimson almost black flame burning in his palm:

“It only takes a spark to burn you to ashes and scatter your souls. Not to mention resurrection, you will not be able to be reincarnated.”

He chuckled softly,

“Why, why haven’t you called your good master to come out and save your life?”

Behind him were corpses everywhere, blood accumulated into streams, and tears flowed down the mountain.

Even though those disciples were from Hu Gaojie, they were frightened now.

However, since they are direct disciples, there is always something special about their character. At least they have not knelt down to beg for mercy or cry bitterly like others, which is a pity for Amu.

It would be even more satisfying for him to appreciate their expressions.