"So, what are you doing to accuse us of treating human life as worthless?"
What does eighty percent mean? Everyone expected that not all of them would die, so they were extremely lucky.
They were locked up in the Yunyan Secret Realm where no one could get help from them. In their eyes, all the cultivators were no different from dead.
Who would have thought there would be such a reversal.
Such an astonishing number of survivors made even the knowledgeable monks gasp in shock.
Not only were they surprised, but this unprecedented emergency was also not within the Son of God's calculations at all. The young man looked a little embarrassed, and he could sense that the crowd that had been incited was already showing signs of retreating.
I heard a monk murmur in a dreamy tone, "Actually, closing the secret realm is indeed a bit excessive."
"But..." He changed the subject and became excited: "Ye Qiao must have her reasons for doing this!!"
——Shut up, you brainless Ye Qiao fan.
"Right, right, right. Forgive others when you can. In fact, it's not easy for them either."
Putting aside other things, if the world of cultivation encounters a mess that cannot be resolved, the first person to go down the mountain will definitely be the sect’s direct disciple.
It's okay to just talk about attacking them, but we still have to rely on these people at the critical moment.
How could they really be thrown into the dungeon? The Buddhists and Taoists are willing, but the monks are not happy about it.
The Son of God lowered his eyes slightly, maintaining a faint smile on his face. He was almost provoked to kill someone by the remarks of this group of fence-sitters.
His long eyelashes drooped, shadows covering the darkness under his eyes.
Why didn't all of these disciples die in the secret realm? !
He personally set up the plan but failed to keep them in the secret realm. It would be difficult to find a suitable excuse next time. He knew very well that if he couldn't take them all away this time, he might never find a suitable excuse next time.
Now we can only make a concerted effort and take advantage of the opportunity to capture all of these people.
A Buddhist cultivator accused, "Just because you saved most of the people, you can close the secret realm? Is this the principle of your great sect?"
Song laughed coldly: "What can we do? Why don't you find someone to arrest us and put us in jail?"
“…”
The cultivation world is in urgent need of people right now, and it is unrealistic to send all of them to jail.
The Son of God also knows this.
It is unrealistic to catch everyone at once without sufficient reason.
But, he thought for a moment and realized that many of the monks at the scene were his people.
A group of direct disciples from the late Yuanying to the peak stage, plus a few Dan cultivators with little resistance, in the face of sheer numbers, it is not impossible to eliminate them all in one go.
"Since you don't want to drink the wine, don't blame me for enforcing justice." The Son of God raised his eyes, not caring whether it was reasonable or not. His voice was usually gentle, but at this moment, every word was suddenly filled with murderous intent: "Capture them!"
"The teachings of the Changming Sect, Chengfeng Sect, and Yueqing Sect are all about sealing off the secret realm and disregarding the lives of innocent cultivators." His voice turned cold, and under the shining golden lotus, it really had a sacred meaning. "Since you don't repent, I will give you an explanation."
Oh shit.
Mingxuan finally understood what he wanted to do with the lotus in his hand. It turned out that the golden lotus was to set off the atmosphere. Without the contrast of this flower, Mingxuan wanted to laugh at the nonsense the other party said.
However, at this moment, no one could laugh anymore. Countless magical instruments were floating, and talismans and swords were all ready.
The atmosphere on the scene was ignited.
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