Although... before this, a small number of disciples or elders of Beidou Sword Sect died at the hands of Shen Tianjun and others.

However, everyone knows that Qin Futian cannot be blamed for this.

The Son has his plans.

He has his own strategy.

He could not guarantee that not a single disciple of the entire Beidou Sword Sect would die.

Not now and not in the future.

What he can guarantee is that the Beidou Sword Sect will become the most powerful sect in the world, bar none!

In fact.

For Qin Futian.

He has seen too many lives and deaths!

In his previous life, he cultivated to the realm of the God Emperor...

He even saw with his own eyes that a god king directly refined a city of tens of millions of people in order to break through the shackles of cultivation.

Refining tens of millions of lives into a piece of blood amber.

Just to improve your own cultivation!

To the God-King, everyone under the God-King is just an ant.

And Qin Futian has the memory of the God Emperor. In his vast and vast world, let alone the God King, even the God King is an ant to him.

Therefore, he has long been accustomed to his indifference to life.

Just like these ancient monsters, fourth-level or fifth-level ancient beasts, in the eyes of Zhao Wuji and others, may be extremely rare, and it would be a pity to kill them.

But for Qin Futian, he wouldn't even blink.

at this time.

Shen Tianjun looked at Qin Futian, who was like a god, with horror and fear in his heart!

"How is it possible? How on earth did he do it!"

Shen Tianjun only felt his heart pounding.

Qin Futian can kill the ancient beast so easily, but it is not easy to kill him.

"No! That's definitely not his power. It's definitely with the help of external forces!"

Shen Tianjun took a deep breath and tried his best to stay calm.

"Everyone, cover me and kill Qin Futian. Today's victory will ultimately belong to us!"
Chapter completed!