Chapter 151: Resentment Begets Evil, Elder Sima

"Fellow Daoist, I have a treasure map here. How about we go explore the ruins together?" A righteous monk said in a gentle tone.

However, in Bai Mo's eyes, the malicious intent he exuded was too obvious.

This is the seventh time that I have been beaten by my stand-in and my normal mental state has caused me to be paralyzed by the aftermath of the evil god's Aoe.

Bai Mo thought about the monk in front of him who was about to stab him in the back, and reached out to touch his chin.

"Fellow Daoist, the ruins have been quite uneasy lately."

After hearing Bai Mo's words, the monk obviously lost his temper.

He pulled out his own magical weapon, a ruler that looked very ornate, pointed at Bai Mo's eyes and said, "Hurry up and hand over the Hundred Herb Liquid!"

Bai Mo frowned and controlled his stand-in to give him a beating.

As Cthulhu performed the Hundred Ripping Fist, the haze in the male monk's eyes dissipated. He looked blankly at the ruler in his hand, then left quickly without looking back.

It is obvious that after being "enlightened" by the white foam, the monk himself felt ashamed of his behavior.

The education he received in Lingxu Cave Heaven and the good advice he received during his growth were like sharp thorns that constantly pierced his heart.

"To sum up the effect of Ye Fan's ghost thing in the past few days, those monks have become very, very ridiculous, just like the characters in the novel. After throwing away their brains, they shouted WAAAGH like green skins, and then were harvested."

Bai Mo stroked his chin, thinking about the history of Lingxu Cave Heaven that he had learned.

The first point is about the distribution of Baicao Liquid.

The elders, or the law enforcement officers, were specifically responsible for maintaining order in the sect, and the Hundred Herb Liquids were indeed distributed to every disciple of the sect.

Not only that, there are also internal benefits for disciples in the sect, and many disciples can ask the elders for advice on their doubts about the path of cultivation.

It can be said that the order here is very, very stable.

Before Ye Fan came, there were frictions, fights, and factions among the disciples of the sect. But they didn't directly shout about life and death, and their actions were also to kill each other.

"The sect rules exist, otherwise Elder Han, Elder Wu and others would not be able to practice. Blindly oppressing others will only make one sect leader the strongest, and the other cultivators will have no resources to grow.

If the siphoning phenomenon was not restricted, then there would be no training ground here, as it would have been drained by the cultivators of Lingxu Cave Heaven long ago. "

"Coupled with the competition from other caves, most of the disciples here are the same as Weiwei at the beginning."

So, since when did all the disciples in Lingxu Cave Heaven become possessed by demons?
The answer is simple. When Lingxu Cave Heaven took in Ye Fan, the sect's ideology began to rapidly move towards the path of evil.

Elder Han's spiritual medicine was in short supply, and disciples within the sect were fighting for the distributed resources. Some disciples within the sect were also secretly trying to kill each other...

These things are the standard path of the devil - except for me, everyone else is an enemy.

Or we can put it this way - everything outside of the self is a resource.

Suddenly feeling something, Bai Mo pinched the magic formula with his fingers, his figure gradually faded, and then disappeared without a trace, dissipating with the wind, like a wisp of gentle breeze that merges with the Tao and lasts forever.

In just a moment, a disciple and the elder arrived here.

"Where are the outsiders?" The elder looked at his disciples.

As a demonic path, is it difficult for a practitioner to betray his fellow disciples?

The answer is incredibly simple.

It was just a betrayal without any bottom line. For the practitioners who were already thinking of killing their fellow disciples, there was no moral burden at all.

"Elder Sima, I just saw him standing here."

Listening to his disciple's sophistry, Elder Sima's eyes flashed with anger, and his heart was like a volcano, churning like a volcano.

Damn Wu Qingfeng, why did you bring your disciples into the ruins? If you saw the treasure, then I...

Thinking of this, Elder Sima became angrier and angrier.

He was very reluctant to let Wu Qingfeng take his disciples to the ruins. Elder Sima initially wanted to go there himself and try to find an opportunity to improve his cultivation or prolong his life.

However, the leader of Lingxu Dongtian handed the responsibility to Wu Qingfeng.

After thinking about it continuously, Elder Sima now had an idea in his heart - Wu Qingfeng had snatched his opportunity, and the reason why he could not break through was because of him.

Elder Sima, who had a ball of pent-up anger in his heart, slapped his disciple casually.

The huge palm print shattered the tendons, veins and bones of this ordinary disciple and destroyed his wheel sea in one fell swoop.

"Sima, Chief," the disciple wanted to say something, but he could only tilt his head and then fainted for unknown reasons.

As he watched him gradually lose his vitality, an idea came to Elder Sima's mind.

Wu Qingfeng killed his disciples indiscriminately, so this position should be given to me.

Thinking of this, Elder Sima let out a strange laugh.

Bai Mo watched what was happening here and reached out to touch the disciple's forehead.

In another world, the substitute wielded the tentacle-shaped Hundred Ripping Fist and beat the dying substitute of the disciple so hard that his spirit was restored to life.

In the real world, the disciple suddenly woke up. He clenched his fingers, his sharp nails piercing into his palms, his eyes filled with deep and unresolvable resentment.

Even if Bai Mo leaves now, in less than ten years, he will be reborn out of resentment, appear in the form of a ghost, and wash the Lingxu Cave with blood.

At that time, his race was probably of the same lineage as the gods.

"Do you want revenge?"

Hearing the voice of the person standing in front of him, the disciple used up his last bit of strength and turned his head to look.

This is an evil back view, which seems to have an ancient flavor that transcends time.

However, the next moment, all of this disappeared like an illusion, and only an ordinary-looking monk was looking at him.

"please."

"Of course, I'm happy to help." Bai Mo reached out and pressed his forehead, then his stand-in extended its tentacles and stepped forward to give him intellectual help.

Bai Mo had no way to pull him all the way to heaven by stepping on his left foot with his right foot, and give him powerful skills and supernatural powers.

But after the rest of the cultivators, those elders and disciples had their brains eaten by zombies because of Ye Fan’s evil Aoe, didn’t he become stronger?
Compared with those monks who are neither high nor low, neither righteous nor evil, monks who like to use any means necessary, are accustomed to having no bottom line, and cannot be bound by moral constraints are much stronger than the former in all aspects.

Feeling himself gradually returning to normal, the ordinary disciple seemed to understand something. He seemed to have seen the truth before his death, but it seemed to be just his wishful hallucination...

"Let me see what kind of behavior a dead, resentful version of a god would produce." Bai Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the corpse lying on the ground with his hands behind his back.

Afterwards, Bai Mo, who wanted to erase all traces of himself, cast a spell and disappeared on the spot.

Not long after, a group of elders and disciples arrived here and saw the horrific scene of the disciples' death.

“Master, this kind of method can only be done by the Ancient Saint Body.” Elder Sima took the lead.

Hearing his words, Pangbo angrily said, "Bullshit, Ye Zi has always been with me, how could he do such a thing."

"Who knows." Han Tianyu clenched his palms. He watched his younger brother die with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing Han Tianyu's appearance, many people had a thought in their minds - what if Ye Fan also used this method to kill them?

"I guarantee with my life that Ye Zi did not do this!"

Listening to Pangbo's words, Ye Fan was very moved and patted him on the shoulder.

Then, Bai Mo watched the evil god Aoe, who represented Ye Fan, launch a wave of mist attacks.

Will it be activated only after suffering a "severe blow"?
Squinting his eyes, Bai Mo watched this farce from a distance.

(End of this chapter)