After rebirth, the big sister tore up the script

Chapter 58
After hearing Yan Rongyu's words, the monks' faces turned ashen, and even the ground under their feet felt that it would collapse at any time.

"It's all your fault!" Nanxiu pointed at Feng Yuewan, "It's all your fault!"

Fengyue Wan smiled angrily: "I am a monk after all, why is my ear not good enough? Didn't you hear what Senior Yan and Young Master Su said, we are together, why, do you think I am from a small family, so it is easy to handle? "

"If it weren't for your meddling, how could Yan Rongyu use Tianlei to clear up his grievances? With you as a foundation cultivator, even if you find out, what can you do!"

"Ah--"

Fengyue Wan uttered an inexplicable ridicule.

The moment Su Qingchuan finished the male cultivator's words, he shot and trapped him: "I said, fellow Taoist, you are not very good at being a traitor."

Before the male cultivator realized that he had been exposed, he struggled and said, "What are you doing! I'm just telling the truth, even if you are the young master of Jinglou, you can't arrest people casually! The culprit is over there, why don't you Claw her!"

Not all monks follow the trend. Some people are shaken after listening to the words of the male cultivator, and some people clearly know that as a monk, when encountering grievances, it is their duty to eliminate them.

What's more, this male cultivator is not smart either.

At present, only the advanced level can attract the sky thunder, and this male cultivator said so confidently, obviously knows a lot of details.

So how did he know?
Any sane monk can see the problem of the male cultivator.

"You really don't cry when you see the coffin..." Su Qingchuan raised his hand and pressed on the top of the male cultivator's head.

Just about to use the soul searching technique, a streak of spiritual power flew out from the slanting stab, and was caught by Su Qingchuan, who had been on guard for a long time.

"What did I say? It should be a big fish this time, right?"

It was a nun.

"Isn't this Fairy Luo from Xiaoyao Mansion?"

Someone recognized the identity of the female cultivator, but the female cultivator turned pale with shock.

The next moment, the female cultivator suddenly bled to death from her seven orifices.

Feng Yuewan glanced at Su Qingchuan and Yan Yanrongyu, and said to Shi Xing: [Shi Xing, did you hear that? 】

[It's Xiaoyao Mansion again. 】

Twice.

It is said that the suspicious monk that Mingzhao monitored last time was a disciple of Xiaoyao Mansion, and now he was recognized as a disciple of Xiaoyao Mansion.

It seems that this Xiaoyao Mansion is very problematic.

When the male cultivator saw that the female cultivator was going to kill him to silence him, and also saw the death condition of the female cultivator, his heart was ashamed, and he honestly confessed everything he knew.

He said to himself that he was just a little man following orders and didn't know much.

"This is a huge organization, and the upline and downline within the organization have a single line of communication. My upline is this Fairy Luo. She saw that I was about to be searched for the soul, so she shot me to kill me. And she was her upline who saw that she was being searched. You caught her and killed her to silence her."

Feng Yuewan: "Then why weren't you killed?"

The male cultivator smiled wryly: "The regulations in the organization can only kill his own offline. I am not that person's offline, and he can't kill me."

That's why he dared to say these words without fear.

Thinking about how that person wanted to die now, but couldn't kill himself, the male cultivator felt a distorted pleasure in his heart.

"What's going on here?"

The male cultivator shook his head: "I don't know, the task I got is to find a reason for you to kill each other and speed up the growth of the mist-born beast."

It's just that he didn't expect these monks to be so easy to fool.

"Mist Beast? Isn't it dead?"

Su Qingchuan's face turned gloomy all of a sudden: "I miscalculated. Liujin can only transform resentment into spiritual energy. I thought that as long as there is no resentment to survive, the mist-born beast will perish on its own."

The male cultivator smiled wryly: "Originally, it was possible. I heard from the upper line that the high-level people who sneaked into the secret realm have already transferred the fog-born beast to this place. Just wait for enough resentment, and the fog-born beast will grow into an evil beast with enough resentment." beast."

Feng Yuewan: "So, it is true that the secret realm is out of balance because we cleared up the grievances, but the real purpose of your destruction of the secret realm is to feed evil beasts."

"That's right," the male cultivator nodded, "And, as long as you are dead, you can succeed."

"what?!"

As soon as he heard the words of the male cultivator, some monks exploded.

Yan Rongyu raised his hand to signal them to be quiet: "Tell me, what kind of organization is there in yours, and who else is there?"

The male cultivator shook his head: "I'm just a low-level person, how do I know the identity of the person above... No, there is one, who is still a high-level person in the big sect, is..."

Just when the male cultivator was about to reveal the identity of that person, suddenly, like the female cultivator before, he bled to death from his seven orifices.

"What's going on?!" Su Qingchuan's complexion changed, "Didn't he just say that killing people by leapfrogging is not allowed in the organization?!"

It was because of this sentence that Su Qingchuan did not monitor the monks around him.

Yan Rongyu stepped forward to check, and he was indeed dead.

"It can only show that he himself doesn't understand that so-called organization..."

Suddenly, someone pointed to the chaos that suddenly appeared in the sky and shouted: "Here it comes!"

"It's over... It's over... We all have to die here..."

"There are still eight years left in the secret realm, how can I persist for eight years now..."

With the death of the male cultivator and the appearance of chaos in the sky, the remaining living monks gradually spread their despair.

***
The black-clothed monk broke into Chaomu Mountain with a murderous look, and beside him was a boy with a cold face but still childish.

If Fengyue Wan was here, she would be able to recognize at a glance that the immature young man was Ying Wuchen, and the cultivator covered in evil spirit and wearing a mask was her master, Zhong Limo.

"Open the Youyue Secret Realm immediately!"

A middle-aged man said with an unfriendly expression: "Your Excellency is not a small talker, you broke in without a reason, and you are talking nonsense!"

"What's in the Youyue Secret Realm? You big sects know it well, and you dare to let the monks in to experience it. What do you think of the lives of the monks! Or are you and those guys the same?"

The middle-aged man's face flushed red: "What are you talking about? Get out of here quickly..."

Before the middle-aged man could make a move, a disciple hurried over: "It's not good, the secret realm... the secret realm is about to collapse!"

"what?!"

As soon as Zhong Limo heard it, he knew it was too late, grabbed Ying Wuchen and plundered towards the top of Chaomu Mountain.

***
With more than a thousand monks crowded into the limited space, the area of ​​the secret realm is getting smaller and smaller, and chaos is close at hand.

With the collapse of the secret realm, the sky above the head is getting lower and lower, almost to the extent that you can reach out and touch it.

"what is that--"

Fengyue Wan pointed to the sky above her head.

I saw a crack in the sky above my head, like broken glass.

"Ah!" A monk hugged his head and screamed, "The sky is going to collapse, we are going to die!"

"No, why do I look like someone destroyed the secret realm from outside?"

Yan Rongyu: "Someone is sabotaging outside!"

[Let everyone aim at the crack to attack! 】

Fengyue Wan's spirit lifted: "Everyone, attack the crack on the top of your head! Use the greatest spiritual power!"

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