I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 439
"Who said that immortals are superior and don't eat the fireworks of the world, even if they are angels, they still want to save face!"

Outside the Immortal Sect of Jiuwei Mountain, Feng Bingwen sat on the Yunlong chariot, looking at the mountains, rivers and land below him that retreated rapidly, he was in a good mood, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although it had been expected, the development of the matter was smoother than he had imagined.The immortals of Jiuwei Mountain asked him to take care of the face of his own sect and the self-esteem of the young disciples, and others agreed to their request.

There are many factors affecting this. For example, the 36 Kongtong left by the founder of their family's Kaipai confirmed the master, Feng Bingwen's identity, and the great benefit they got from Shinto not long ago .

The superposition of various factors finally made the immortal of Jiuwei Mountain make this seemingly unbelievable decision, and in some respects it can even be called a decision to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor.

"A group of unfilial descendants!"

In Feng Bingwen's heart, an old and angry voice sounded. The development of the matter was somewhat beyond his expectation. This kid brought out such a large 36 floating fairy islands, did he think of it?

No matter what, it was left by their ancestors. As a result, a mere Daoist of the highest level ran over and made a request, and they agreed. The baby was stuffed into the kid's blessed place.

"How can you criticize Senior Jiuwei Mountain so much? This is their gift to me!"

Feng Bingwen, who got a big advantage, was naturally speaking for the group of immortals at this time, and while speaking, part of his mind inevitably parted and fell into his barren blessed land.

I saw 36 islands of similar size floating above the vast land with a radius of thousands of miles, casting a large shadow on the ground, which attracted many human races living in the central area to stop and watch, with longing in their eyes.

The sudden appearance of such a large number of islands in the sky, and the fact that they floated between the clouds and the sky without any tendency to fall, is obviously beyond their cognition and understanding, but they, who have been in contact with immortals, can naturally blame all the things they don't understand. Above the supernatural power of the immortal.

And under such a premise, those mortals can't help but have beautiful fantasies about those hanging fairy islands in the sky, fantasizing that they can meet their needs-there is no need to worry about the absolute safety of wild beast attacks, the mild climate like spring all year round, A fertile field that fills one's belly with casual picking.

The beautiful fantasies of mortals are often limited to their own cognition, but such a humble and carefully beautiful imagination, passed on verbally, immediately evolved various legends and stories!

These people from the other side who were born in a ruined land, lingering on their last legs, and survived by chance, on this barren land, faced with things they had never seen before, for the first time gave birth to the desire to fly to the sky!
And their motivation for wanting to fly to the sky is also very simple, that is to board the fairy island, and they have lived a beautiful and comfortable life as described in the story ever since!
Naturally, Feng Bingwen didn't know that the opportunity he had harvested just existed and had not exerted influence on the outside world, which gave a group of human races great ambitions.

Because Feng Bingwen seldom paid attention to these human races, he did not take good care of these human races from the other side. Instead, he arranged for them a harsh living environment that was almost the same as the wilderness, just to ensure that their blood can continue .

This is naturally extremely cruel to those alien races who have to fight wild beasts to obtain living resources in a wild environment in order to survive.

But Feng Bingwen still turned a blind eye. He could give these human races the method of cultivation and guide them when they needed guidance, but he would never tolerate them being hurt like a nanny.

"It's so desolate!"

Feng Bingwen, who will sink into the blessed land, naturally focuses his attention on the 36 empty caves, which is different from the many unique scenes of fairy homes he saw in the gate of Jiuwei Mountain.

At this time, the 36 empty caves are 36 bare and suspended rocks, not to mention the number, even if there is no grass, it looks particularly miserable, and the only thing that is worthy of praise is its huge size.

Although the immortals of Jiuwei Mountain were very talkative and agreed with him to take away 36 Kongdong, but other than that, they didn't even give him a piece of turf, they kept everything.

Just like what they agreed at the beginning, he took away the inside, and Jiuweishan left the outer shell, which is the resources specially concentrated by Jiuweishan to cultivate true disciples, which can no longer be given to him.

Feng Bingwen, who took away all the lining, naturally couldn't have any other opinions. It was just a layer of scraping, it's okay, he has enough time to slowly build a new layout.

"Pity!"

Just looking at the somewhat bald 36 Kongdong, looking at the still slightly empty land below, Feng Bingwen still felt a bit of a headache, he looked at the rapidly receding beautiful land under him, and directly choked out the The thought that should have.

In the chaotic and disorderly era, a group of great immortals, after opening up a blessed land, in order to enrich the foundation of their own blessed land, would use their supernatural powers to cut off the veins of the earth, seal off the dragon veins, and stuff the entire famous mountains and rivers into their own blessed land.

But such a good thing, with the rise of the human race, occupied the land of Jiuzhou, and after the order was established by many sages of the human race, it naturally ended.

No matter who dares to do this kind of thing that harms the interests of their descendants and provides for themselves, that is the enemy of the human race. No matter who they are, what status they have, or what outstanding status and contribution they are, the sages of the human race can kill them.

But such rules are not without loopholes that can be exploited. For example, outside the Nine Continents of the human race, if such a thing happens, the sages of the human race can't control it.

Of course, one must be prepared to be chased and killed if one does this kind of thing of cutting off children and grandchildren. If they really move randomly, they will be killed.

"I don't know what the blessed land opened by the magic way looks like?"

Nothing in the house can be moved, if you cross the red line, you will be targeted by the sages of the human race, although most of the sages who opened up a new era for the human race have already fallen, and some have entered the reincarnation
But there are still some still alive in the world. Among other things, Feng Bingwen knows that the famous Martial Ancestor has been lying in the coffin, in a very special state, and is the top existence of the human race to deter all races.

Many monks and even foreigners know that this Martial Ancestor, who opened up a new cultivation system for the human race, is no longer in the peak state of the past, and even had to sleep to maintain his will.

However, even so, as long as the Martial Ancestor is still alive, as long as his chest is still heaving, those ancient habitats that were expelled by the human race are still gnashing their teeth secretly, wishing to take back everything they once owned. If you can, you can only grit your teeth.

Feng Bingwen has always admired and yearned for such great sages, and sometimes he couldn't help but fantasize that one day he would step into the realm of the Martial Ancestor and look down upon all races, how carefree and carefree it would be.

"It should be beneficial to some extent!"

Feng Bingwen muttered, as long as he has the ability to go to the famous mountains and rivers outside Jiuzhou, he can do whatever he wants. As long as he can run back, not only will he be fine, but his own sages will have to protect him.

……

"Shen Bei! This is your new residence!"

The middle-aged steward in blood red led Feng Bingwen's avatar into a somewhat elegant secondary courtyard.

"May I ask the steward, am I the only one in this courtyard? No other fellows?"

Feng Bingwen asked curiously.

"Hehe, you have been promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, and the treatment is naturally different from before. This courtyard is your residence alone!"

The dry and thin face of the steward of the Corpse King Palace looked a little kind, but in an instant his face became serious, and his face became a little stern.
"However, although the benefits of inner disciples have been improved a lot, there are many rules that need to be followed. I must remind you that private fighting is strictly prohibited among inner disciples. If someone dies for no reason, even if there is no Evidence, the door will also be vigorously pursued, it is different from yours in the outer door!"

"I know these rules, thank you steward for reminding me!"

Feng Bingwen smiled, he knew that in order to collect good deeds a few days ago, he was a bit ruthless in the mountain where the outer disciples lived, so that after he was promoted, the notoriety he got from the outer disciples was always with him.

"It's good to know, you'd better not bring those bad habits you have cultivated into the inner door!"

The middle-aged steward glanced at the pale and thin young man in front of him. He also heard a little about what this newly promoted inner disciple did.

The total number of outer sect disciples recruited by the Corpse King Palace this time is less than 300, but it has only been ten days, and only half of this group of disciples are left, only in their early [-]s.

Such a rate of wear and tear was not unprecedented in the past, but it was extremely rare. At least it was the first time he had seen it after working as a steward for so long.

Although there is no definite evidence, those in the Law Enforcement Hall suspect that half of the eliminated outer disciples were slaughtered by this unremarkable young man looking for various outrageous excuses .

This is a lunatic who has an extreme love for killing. His behavior is withdrawn and his temperament is indifferent. He is a real seed of magic.

It was precisely because the investigation found out that Shen Bei, who likes to slaughter his fellow disciples at every turn, was promoted exceptionally. He did not need to hold the entrance assessment ceremony alone with the same batch of disciples who entered the sect, and entered the inner sect in advance.

"Don't worry, my lord. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am a law-abiding person and I will never do anything against the rules of the house!"

Feng Bingwen responded with a smile on his face, before he has enough strength to tear up the rules and trample on the order, he should follow them honestly and don't jump too hard.

"Ha ha!"

The steward just smiled, and didn't bother to talk to this dishonest inner disciple.

Just looking at this kid's behavior and style, even if it is just a few words, he can conclude that this kid is a born devil, as long as he doesn't die halfway, he will definitely become one of the giants in the sect in the future.

"I won't tell you any unnecessary words, so as not to waste your time, just know what you have in mind!"

The steward in charge of resource allocation in the inner sect didn't bother to talk nonsense. He explained so much because it was his duty, and it didn't mean he liked wasting time here.

"My lord, go slowly!"

Feng Bingwen bid farewell to the steward politely, and then sat in his courtyard, deep in thought.

What he was thinking about was naturally how to kill more colleagues without touching the bottom line of the top management.

As for the sect's rules prohibiting cannibalism, he just took it as a joke, it's not even his fart, it's nothing.

This is a magic gate, where the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong is more obvious. The strong can naturally swallow the weak as resources, while the weak do not get any sympathy, only ruthless ridicule and teasing.

Feng Bingwen thinks that the reason for prohibiting fratricide between members of the same sect is purely because these higher-ups of the Demon Dao regard their disciples as a kind of resource, and no one likes the internal consumption of their own resources, and then it gradually decreases, or even disappears after tossing.

But as long as he can show enough value, showing that it surpasses the sum of the total value of those disciples who were slaughtered by him, then even if he occasionally breaks the rules of the school, nothing will happen.

Feng Bingwen understood this a long time ago.These demon sects expelled from Jiuzhou have problems in all aspects, but on some issues, they are extremely straightforward and neat.

"I don't know if there is any secret exploration or something?"

Feng Bingwen walked around in the courtyard, looking through the many resources he could control and mobilize, and then his eyes lit up, and he found Hua Dian.

"Zongmen mission?! You can go out!"

When he saw this, Feng Bingwen couldn't bear it any longer. He couldn't forget the identity and origin of his current role.

Not much else to say, a wave of good deeds will definitely be recorded when you go back to sweep the wave. Although the single amount may not be too high, but after the number increases, the total amount will be particularly impressive, and he does not think that under the rule of the Demon Sect There will be fewer places where human races gather like Corpse City.

Of course, if you go too far in doing this kind of massacre of the city, it will also attract the attention of the big shots, and you can't go too far, but this can only be regarded as a small head. The real big head lies in the competition with other disciples of the Demon Sect .

"The opportunity to kill and kill is here!"

Rushing to the Heidian where the Zongmen received the mission, seeing the dazzling array of things on the wall, and even specially marking the high-risk missions that may conflict with other colleagues, Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up, as if seeing millions of people. His good deeds are waving to him.

Immortal cultivators who engage in massacres on the territory of demons and demon cultivators will receive completely different treatment. The former will be hunted down, while the latter will be regarded as rising demon stars and future giants.

(End of this chapter)