Cheng Mo and others nodded, "Senior Brother is right!"

After that, several people collected all the materials of the pig-headed demon into their bags, but all the storage bags belonging to the Jinmen disciples were returned to their original owners.

After packing up, Mo Hua and the others left the Demon Refining Mountain before the night was dark.

As for whether the disciples of Duanjinmen will be eaten by monsters in the future.

I don't care about this ink painting.

Anyway, it was not him who killed the person, but they deserved to be eaten by monsters.

However, Mo Hua still had good intentions and gave each of them a healing elixir before leaving to prevent them from dying.

After Mo Hua left, after a while, the medicine began to dissipate, and the injuries of Duanjinmen's disciples improved, and they all gradually woke up.

Then they saw that their senior brother, whom they had always admired highly as "wise and mighty", had been stripped naked and hung on a tree, with a turtle painted on his chest, making him look like a clown.

All the disciples were stunned.

"Senior brother, you..."

Senior Brother Duanjinmen also woke up and said angrily: "Why don't you put me down quickly?!"

All the disciples immediately hurriedly put the senior brother down.

"Brother, who did it?"

"Senior brother, I felt a headache, my eyes went dark, and I fainted. I didn't see anything..."

"I just feel like there are so many people. Are you surrounded by many people?"

Someone said with a solemn expression: "Even Senior Brother Jin is no match for him. If he is humiliated like this, I am afraid there will be more than one monk in the late stage of foundation building on the other side..."

"Senior Brother Jin..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Brother Duanjinmen surnamed Jin said angrily.

The words of these disciples pierced his chest one after another.

He felt humiliated and angry, his chest was tight, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

It's dark at night, the mountains and forests are desolate, and there are occasional monsters roaring.

The atmosphere in the mountains is becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Let's go back first. This debt must be recovered!"

Brother Duanjinmen’s eyes are full of evil.

The other disciples did not dare to speak and supported each other as they walked down the mountain.

After they all left, Xun Ziyou slowly walked out of the shadows on the dark hillside and sighed slowly.

It's not his turn to take action.

A senior fellow from Duanjinmen who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, along with seven disciples who were in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, were treated like this.

Although the method was a bit harsh, it was still measured and he didn't really kill anyone.

But where did this child learn these methods?

She obviously looks fair and clean, well-behaved and smart, but how does she act? She looks wilted and bad, full of bad water...

Xun Ziyou shook his head, and then thought to himself:

"But that's fine. I don't have the temperament to be bullied. If I'm really bullied, I can get back on my feet without the help of the sect elders..."

This is extremely valuable.

Do things in a square and round way, both with principles and without any hesitation; with rules and without restraint...

Xunzi was wandering and feeling sad, a little absent-minded.

"Senior Brother Xuan was extremely talented and upright back then, but maybe it was because he was too upright that he was easily overcome..."

"Maybe it would be better if he wasn't so upright..."

…

Mo Hua and his party returned to the sect just like that.

The next day, Mo Hua was just like a normal person, practicing and attending classes as usual.

Xun Ziyou glanced at Mo Hua secretly and saw that his expression was as usual, as if nothing happened last night...

He has never killed a mid-level second-grade pig demon.

He was not robbed by Jinmen.

Not to mention robbing the Golden Gate in turn, seriously injuring one of their seniors who was in the late stage of foundation building, stripping off his clothes, hanging him on a tree, and painting a turtle...

Xun Ziyou was a little helpless.

This kid has a big heart too.

I'm afraid he really killed those disciples who broke the Golden Gate last night, but he can still come to class today without changing his expression.

With such determination, he must be someone who does great things.

It means that you don’t know whether the great deeds you do are good or evil, between good and evil.

Xun Ziyou shook his head.

He turned around and left, heading straight to the Elder's Residence to visit Mr. Xun.

He always has to report these experiences.

But when they arrived at the Elder's Residence, Xun Ziyou unexpectedly found that Mr. Xun was stunned on the spot, holding a jade slip in his hand.

It seemed that he had discovered something surprising. Mr. Xun's expression was trembling and his hands were trembling.

Xun Ziyou rarely saw his ancestor's expression.

The ancestor has a long life and a stern temperament, and his emotions and anger are not always expressed in his emotions. He is rarely like this now, with a look of shock on his entire face.

Something big must have happened...

Xun Ziyou didn't dare to go in for fear of offending his ancestor, so he placed a wooden stake outside the door.

But inside the house, Mr. Xun was holding the jade slip, feeling as if he was in a state of turmoil.

The disciple sent to investigate the experience of ink painting came back today and just presented the jade slips.

In the jade slips, every word is shocking:

Tongxian City, ink painting.

It is said that when he was refining his qi, he was in charge of building a first-grade five-element demon-slaying array, which killed the great demon Feng Xi and saved a city of monks.

Afterwards, the formation collapsed and perished together with the great demon Feng Xi.

According to rumors, when the formation collapsed, the nine heavens suddenly changed, and the heavenly calamity thunder descended on him, patrolling above his head three times and returning without even injuring him at all...

…

There is a master whose origin is unknown.

He once traveled abroad and built a foundation when he returned.

Now he goes to Qianzhou to study alone.

All his achievements are engraved on the demon-suppressing stele, and monks from hundreds of miles around are praising his name...

Mr. Xun took a deep breath.

In the Qi Refining Realm, set up a large formation, kill the big monster, and avoid the catastrophic thunder!

These things are like fairy tales, sounding like fairy anecdotes and monks' legends made up by storytellers, and they are not trustworthy at all.

They have no idea what level of formation the Grand Formation is.

I don’t even know what it means to build a large formation during the Qi refining period.

And the big demon...

That was the result of the evil transformation of the Great Dao, and it was a terrifying evil that dominated only one state.

It is even more nonsense to say that the calamity thunder can come down and not be hurt.

The origin of the Tribulation Thunder comes from the Dao of Heaven, and contains the power of laws that obliterate everything.

Within the law, gods, ghosts, and evildoers can kill, let alone a mere monk in the Qi refining stage.

These words, in the eyes of a powerful monk who has real experience in monasticism and understands the ins and outs of the Tao, seem very absurd.

However, the protagonist of these things...

It's an ink painting.

Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

This kid, Mo Hua, has extraordinary spiritual awareness, and he knows it.
To be continued...