In this world of practitioners, there are many ways to practice.

Some people cultivate longevity, some people cultivate good relationships, and some people only cultivate freedom.

The so-called "cultivation of freedom" seems unfathomable, but in fact it is a state of being unrestrained, natural and free, leisurely and contented, and comfortable in body and mind.

In extreme cases, this state is... kill if you want, and you can do whatever you want!

This way of practicing without asking the Taoist mind and asking instinctively is the fundamental way to gather the eight scattered people.

If you want to say that these casual cultivators have no faith, it is okay, but if you want to say that they have any faith, then what they believe in is "freedom".

How to be happy?

...

The outer door rested in the hall, and it was a creepy scene.

In the main hall of the sect, blood was pouring on the ground and corpses were everywhere.

A large number of errand disciples from the outer sect have turned into cold corpses at this moment.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

I don't know how I died.

A group of casual cultivators walked out of the outer hall.

These people were covered in blood, which was the blood that remained when they killed people.

"Grandma, are these guys so naughty? There is no one to beat?" The evil people cursed and headed towards the top of the mountain.

...

At the hub of the Qianling Sect’s formation, two elders of the Qianling Sect lay down on the ground in dejectedly.

They were severely damaged and their aura was extremely weak.

Above their heads, Jun Moxing, dressed in red clothes, was experiencing the hub of the great formation of the sect.

"Damn, how did they come in?"

The elder coughed up a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Spy, it must be a spy." Another elder angrily scolded, "Otherwise, these casual cultivators would not have appeared behind us from the inside."

"It seems you two idiots are not too stupid."

Jun Moxing, who was above his head, was using a huge stone magic weapon to bombard the mountain gate formation.

It is difficult to understand Jun Moxing's behavior. This time-consuming and labor-intensive practice is completely a matter of taking off his pants and farting, which makes no sense for a group of enemies who have successfully sneaked into the sect.

This is a very difficult behavior.

But Jun Moxing did this and worked very hard.

No one knows what this lunatic is thinking.

However, such a big noise cannot be avoided from letting the people on the top of the mountain know about it.

As the sect formation was broken, the Qianling Sect was in chaos.

...

The dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, as if a catastrophe was coming.

The atmosphere in front of the mountain gate of Qianling Sect is suffocating.

At this time, the inner disciples had basically gathered and moved closer to the library.

The inner disciples were very puzzled!

Because the fire burned to the point of eyebrows, the inner disciples became panicked, but there was not even one person to come out to maintain the situation.

This is really, I saw the ghost.

Just now!

A sound of footsteps came from the bottom of the mountain!

A group of people in strange costumes rushed from all directions.

Basan people!

And the minions they called!

When the inner disciples of Qianling Sect saw this scene, they became a little uneasy on the spot.

These eccentric guys all have cold eyes, and the weapons in their hands are shining with cold light.

Who are these people?

The inner disciples of Qianling Sect showed a look of horror on their faces.

Just now!

An inner disciple stood up.

He roared at the person who came with his hips

"Who gives you the courage? Those who dare to come to Qianling Sect to cause trouble? Why don't you retreat quickly?"

The man who spoke Yushu was young and full of heroic appearance, and he became the object of admiration among female disciples of the inner sect.

The person who speaks is not someone else!

He is the chief disciple of the inner sect, a star-level cultivation genius, and is known as the most outstanding genius since the founding of the Qianling Sect. Zhao Tianlong's good eldest son Zhao Jizhen!

With Zhao Jizhen's roar, the inner disciples seemed to have found their backbone and all of them became warlike.

Although the opponent is very strong!

Although the opponent looks very different

state!

But this is Qianling Sect, it is the sect of ours.

Everyone has reasons to protect the sect.

The crowd was excited and ready to rush out and fight against the enemy.

However!

Just when everyone is in high spirits!

In the black sky, a terrifying blood light suddenly appeared!

The blood light was like a huge crescent moon, cutting off the connection between time and space, and cutting off Zhao Jizhen's neck.

Poor.

Zhao Jizhen's passionate and deafening questioning instantly turned into a cloud.

This Qianling Sect's most premier genius in thousands of years actually fell inexplicably.

On the other hand, the Blood Hand Scholar took back his magic weapon Half Moon Golden Wheel, then licked the blood on the magic weapon and sneered, "Any cat and dog dare to shout in front of me, I'm really tired of living."

Murderous intent!

It's absolutely murderous!

Zhao Jizhen's corpse fell to the ground separately, and blood was splattering on the ground, scaring the other inner disciples' faces.

Now, these inner disciples have understood.

These guys are really too strong!

Zhao Jizhen is the best combat power among the inner disciples, but in the end the sick scholar in front of him could not even get a move, and was directly beheaded.

Zhao Ji's blood instantly calmed everyone down.

"Run quickly, go to the library, and find the elders to take charge of the overall situation!" The clever man immediately thought of a solution.

This is also the only reliable method at present.

After receiving a reminder, everyone quickly took over and retreated in the direction of the library.

The Blood-handed Scholar did not go up to chase him immediately, but instead waited for him.

It was not until Jun Moxing, dressed in red, arrived at the scene that the Blood Hand scholar came forward and reported, "Boss, the disciples and grandchildren of Qianling Sect were forced into a corner, just waiting for you to lose!"

"Oh? Didn't these guys from Thousand Spirit Sect fight to the death?"

Jun Moxing, who had just let out a sweat, sneered, "Everyone ran to a corner? Are you looking for death?"

Blood-handed scholar laughs

He said, "I heard from these inner disciples that it seems that the heads and elders of Qianling Sect are now studying in the library!"

"Study? Learn to forget yourself?"

Jun Moxing smiled and said, "Okay, then go and save them now!"

After saying this!
To be continued...