Chapter 1671

"Disciple obeys, but Elder Lin... After all, there are tens of thousands of people, Zhen Shaoming and Wang Ziru are both masters of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. You are not yet healed from your injury, so it may not be convenient for you to act. Why don't you wait for some helpers from the Sword Sect to come over?"

Liu Hanbin said worriedly. Although he knew that Lin Jichen was very strong, after all, he had a broken arm now, so his strength must have been greatly reduced.

If they didn't win, and instead aroused Zhen Shaoming's resistance, they would probably all die here today.

Lin Jichen's face was calm and steady, like a deep pool, and said: "Don't be so troublesome. With you and the remaining 30% of the disciples, it's enough. I will deal with Zhen Shaoming and others. I asked you to help because I'm afraid someone will escape. You will be responsible for dealing with those who escaped."

Liu Hanbin was stunned, and thought to himself, this Elder Lin is a bit too much, tens of thousands of disciples from the branch temple.

Tens of thousands of people! Relying on the magic blood to practice, at least half of them are now at the level of spirit and Nascent Soul.

With Zhen Shaoming at the peak of the Spiritualization and Wang Ziru at the late stage of the Spiritualization, these forces gathered together, even the cultivators at the Enlightenment Realm had to retreat.

Now Lin Jichen said that he could handle it alone despite his serious injuries, and that he only needed him and the remaining disciples to clean up the battlefield and hunt down the deserters. Was he saying that he was going to fight ten thousand people alone?

Liu Hanbin didn't believe it at all. After all, his cultivation was only at the early stage of the Spiritualization. Although he had seen some Enlightenment Realm masters fighting, he believed that although these Enlightenment Realm masters were strong, it was impossible for them to deal with the tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples who practiced magic blood!

He hesitated for a while, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Jichen.

"Go and notify them."

Liu Hanbin had no choice but to accept the order and turned to gather the remaining disciples of the branch altar.

The night passed quickly, the morning light was dim, the sky was hazy, and the sun was about to rise from the horizon. A large group of black shadows flew in from outside the Branch Altar Mountain, densely packed in all directions.

Two of the shadows stood in the air, waiting quietly. All the black shadows came to them and stopped obediently, but their faces were still filled with excitement.

"Elder Wang, why do you have to go back today? Anyway, no one is in charge of the branch altar. Wouldn't it be better for us to go out for ten days or half a month and then come back? That way we can exchange for more demon blood."

A bold disciple flew over and complained with a grin.

Wang Ziru took off the black hood on his head, revealing his true face, and laughed and scolded the disciple: "You kid! You are the most active in collecting materials. Tell me, how many did you collect last night?"

The disciple showed a grim smile and said proudly: "Not much, not much. I found a small town with more than 3,000 people. After slaughtering them, I collected more than 300 people in total. If I exchange them for magic blood, I can get about 100 copies."

"Hahaha, good boy! It seems that if I give you some more time, you can surpass Liu Hanbin. By then, you can become one of the three elders and squeeze him out." Wang Ziru praised with a look of satisfaction.

The disciple was even more rampant and shouted: "Of course, Liu Hanbin, that old thing, has little strength and is timid. Such a person deserves to have never made any progress in his life. He is not worthy of the position of elder at all!"

Wang Ziru laughed even more after hearing this, thinking that the boy's words were very much to his liking, and even Zhen Shaoming smiled.

As time was running out, tens of thousands of disciples gathered together one after another.

Everyone had a satisfied look on their faces. At Zhen Shaoming's command, all the disciples handed over their spoils obediently. Bottles filled with blood were collected by Zhen Shaoming.

After collecting them, Zhen Shaoming was very satisfied and said, "You all did a good job. Since everyone has been holding back for so long these days, the interest will be reduced by 10%. When you go back, you must keep your mouth shut and practice in secret. You must not let the news leak out and be discovered by Elder Lin. Otherwise, everyone will be in trouble, including me. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Everyone said in unison.

"Okay, then go back and rest. Remember, keep your voice down and don't make any noise."

Zhen Shaoming waved his hand and was about to take everyone back to the sect to rest. The disciples also took off their night clothes and turned into disciples of the Sword Sect again.

However, just as they were taking action, a figure stood at the foot of the mountain gate, looking up at them quietly.

Wang Ziru thought it was Liu Hanbin again, and he was immediately furious.

"This guy really deserves to be punished. I must give him a good beating today!"

After saying this, Wang Ziru flew down directly, intending to teach him a lesson.

But when he looked closely, he was stunned in the same place, and the anger in his pupils instantly turned into fear.

Standing below them was a young man with a broken arm. He looked up at them with a calm and cold look..

"Yes, yes... Elder Lin..."

Wang Ziru's face turned pale and he was shaking all over.

Zhen Shaoming's face also changed drastically, as if he was struck by lightning. The two elders, the chief and deputy elders, were like mice that saw a cat, trembling and almost unable to stand, and almost fell from the air.

Not to mention the disciples behind them, everyone was so scared that they held their breath, their hearts stopped beating, and they all lowered their heads, as if they could avoid Lin Jichen's sight.

But at this time, a large number of figures suddenly flew out from the bottom of the sect mountain and surrounded them.

Everyone turned their heads and found that they were all fellow disciples.

The leader was Liu Hanbin.

Liu Hanbin held the sword in his hand, stood facing the wind, with a serious face, and shouted loudly: "By the order of Elder Lin! The two chief and deputy elders Zhen Shaoming and Wang Ziru, who led a group of disciples of the branch temple, fell into the devil's way and killed innocent people indiscriminately, just like the devil. From today on, we will clear you out! Kill without mercy!!!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhen Shaoming was at a loss.

But at least he was the chief elder and the leader of these people, and he knew he had to come forward.

He quickly stood up and begged for mercy: "Elder Lin, we are also forced to do it. Please let us go and forgive us this time. We will never dare to do it again in the future."

Lin Jichen slowly took off. Facing this team of tens of thousands alone, the wisest way was actually to pretend to agree and then secretly defeat them one by one.

But Lin Jichen thought that it was too much effort, and his tone was extremely decisive, without a trace of mercy.

"You have used all means to gain strength and slaughtered mortals. You still want me to forgive you for this? Haha, maybe in the next life, just be careful in the next life."

Zhen Shaoming's face immediately became extremely ugly. He said sternly: "Elder Lin, do you know that the law does not punish the masses? It's not just me who does this. Everyone in this branch is doing it. Do you still want to kill us all?"

"You guessed right, but unfortunately, there is no reward." Lin Jichen replied indifferently.

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