Crazy criticism of villains: She is good at attracting hatred

The scene before them made all the monks present tremble with fear.

They wanted to resist, but the huge gap in strength between the two sides made them dare not even raise their heads.

Regarding the death of the old man from the Hankuang tribe, Xuelu just responded with a disdainful smile.

Do these ants from the lower world really dare to go against me?

After thinking about it, Xuelu slightly hooked his finger, and the blood mist in the sky quickly flew towards Xuelu and was swallowed up by him in the blink of an eye.

This hook made nearly a thousand monks crawling on the ground tremble violently!

Endless hatred surged in their hearts, but above the hatred was endless fear.

"You are a bunch of rubbish. Since you can't give me something that satisfies me, I'll have to compensate you with your flesh and blood."

"The Gold Smelting Clan, the Fine Casting Clan, and the Quewen Clan, your three clans are close to the Cold Mine Clan, and you will divide up their territory."

"But, next time you offer tribute, you will have to bear his share of the tribute. Do you understand?"

The cultivators from the three tribes who were named trembled violently.

They cursed in their hearts.

The pressure of handing over 70% of them is already great enough.

Even if the newly occupied territory is received smoothly, it will take more than a hundred years to generate benefits. How can they hand over the extra part when they make the next tribute? !

The three oppressed people cursed in their hearts, but did not dare to show the slightest disrespect on their faces. Instead, they kowtowed respectfully and agreed.

"Yes!"

Xuelu looked at this group of monks who had been exploited by him for generations, and sneered in his heart.

In his eyes, the monks from the lower world are not even as good as ants.

If the strong do not ruthlessly humiliate the weak, then what is the point of becoming strong?

Looking at the thousands of monks trembling in fear below, Xuelu was about to continue "educating" them when he suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound in his ears.

What's going on?

This sound, which had never appeared before, not only attracted the attention of the Blood Deer, but also attracted the attention of thousands of monks below.

They didn't dare to send out their spiritual sense, but just raised their heads slightly cautiously and glanced in the direction of the blood deer with the corner of their eyes.

It would have been better if they hadn’t looked at it. Once they looked at it, their entire heads suddenly raised up!

It was not one individual who performed this "disrespectful" action, but the thousands of monks present who all performed this action at the same time.

Moreover, in addition to their postures, their expressions were unprecedentedly unified. If one had to describe them in one word, it would definitely be:

Incredible.

Because at this moment, in front of their sight, a hand stretched out from the right side of the blood deer!

The hand stretched out from the void and grabbed the blood deer's neck!

And the once arrogant blood deer was now like a baby, unable to put up any effective resistance? !

Looking at his bulging round eyes, you can tell how frightened he is at this moment.

“Ugh!!! Ugh!!!”

The blood deer wanted to roar with all his might, but what came out were screams of fear.

He attacked the white arm frantically, but no matter what kind of attack it was, it could not touch the arm at all, but was blocked firmly by the space outside the arm.

What...what is this?!

Xuelu looked at the ripples around him in horror, his mind in a mess!

Is he a monk from the Three Thousand Great Worlds? !

No, it's impossible. The cultivators in the Three Thousand Great Worlds can't be so strong.

Could it be that an emperor has descended to the mortal world? !

That's not right, the Emperor can't possibly go down to the mortal world...

So...what exactly...

Just as Xuelu's confused mind had not yet figured out what was going on, a calm female voice came from the other side of the rippling space.

"Is this the thing you're talking about?"

Xuelu knew that these words were not directed at him.

However, the "this thing" the other party was referring to should be him.

Before he could figure it out, the hand that was holding the blood deer's neck pulled it suddenly.

The blood deer was dragged to the other end of the space like a doll without any resistance!

As the hand and the blood deer disappeared, the circles of space ripples gradually became smaller, and it seemed that the space connected to somewhere was closing.

When the space was about to close completely, they vaguely heard a slightly old scream, as if they had seen a ghost, coming from the other end.

"My Gu Gu Gu!"

"Why do you catch immortals the same way you catch chickens?!"

These were the last words heard by the thousands of monks present.

It was not until the space ripples completely disappeared that they came back to their senses from their shock.

Countless thoughts flashed through their minds, and the hall, which had been silent for a long time, was suddenly drowned out by the surging sound of discussions.

"What was that hand just now?!"

"Is it a monk?!"

"But Blood Deer is an immortal. What level of cultivator can capture Blood Deer so easily?!"

"Too strong, absolutely too strong. More importantly, the owner of that hand is obviously coming for the blood deer!"

"Will the blood deer die?! Will it die?!"

"quiet!"

A monk shouted loudly, interrupting the discussion of the monks present.

The hall fell silent in an instant, but the monk did not continue speaking. Instead, he closed his eyes, as if he was quietly feeling something.

Everyone present knew him. He was from the Shenlian clan, which was the most skilled in spiritual detection.

After several breaths, the eyes of the cultivator from the Shenlian clan suddenly opened.

However, at this moment, there was no longer any fear in his eyes, but they were filled with shock, ecstasy, and... flashing tears.

"The breath of the blood deer...disappeared!"

"Blood Deer...dead...dead!"

After he said this with a trembling voice, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Afterwards, one cultivator after another rushed to send out their spiritual senses, and the results they obtained were exactly the same as what the Divine Refining Clan cultivator had sensed.

The next second, the whole place fell into extreme silence.

After a few full breaths of silence, the first cheers in tens of thousands of years broke out in the hall!

"Dead, the blood deer is really dead!"

"Oh my God, I must be dreaming!"

“Wow….That’s great, that’s great!”

"No matter who killed the blood deer, she is our great benefactor. She saved us and also saved countless of our descendants!"

"Even if I have to work like a slave for her, I will repay her for her kindness!"

While all the cultivators were celebrating, the Taoist boy who had been so domineering just now collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

Having lost the Blood Deer as his support, he knew very well what would become of him.

For example, right now, there are already several Mahayana monks who have fixed their gazes on him with murderous intent!

He knew that everything was over...