I go crazy, you offer sacrifice to the heavens, the anti-involution in the cultivation world

Shen Ji heard the noise and thought that his junior sister was recording his victory.

The back is straighter.

Nie Baili stretched out his hand, passed Shen Ji, and recorded the miserable figure of the Holy Son.

But when she opened the photo stone and took a look.

It looks quite pitiful.

It's just that his eyes are too determined.

Female cultivators probably don't like this stubborn little boy.

She immediately looked at Chen Ji with hope, hoping that he would hit her harder.

Shen Ji tilted his head and met his junior sister's expectant gaze.

Mistakenly thinking that the other person is encouraging you.

I felt relieved.

It was worth it for him to give up his seat, she had a conscience.

The Holy Son of Buddha straightened his legs and stood up firmly.

Based on just one move, he concluded that the opponent's strength was definitely above the true fairyland!

But he couldn't admit defeat.

Don't even back down!

"As expected of a descendant of the Qingxiao clan!"

The fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger.

The Buddhist beads on the neck condensed into the word "卍" in the air, which could not only form a formation to suppress the opponent's strength, but also kill the enemy.

The moment the vast Buddhist Dharma burst out, even Nie Baili felt an urge to surrender!

Fokker.

It can also overcome all kinds of distracting thoughts!

Countless images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed through Shen Ji's mind.

I also heard Tianwaitian say "it's not too late to turn back".

Turn back?

I have never done anything wrong, why should I turn back?!

Shen Ji moved.

The sword in his hand was covered with frost.

The second sword intent of the Pi Han Sword: The cold clothes fall!

The white snow submerged the two figures on the stage, and the swastika formation composed of 108 Buddhist beads rushed towards him.

However, frost gradually condensed on the surface of the Buddhist beads that were as powerful as a rainbow, and the warm yellow Buddha light was covered by the cold frost and snow.

The moment the sword fell, an ice cone appeared under Nie Baili's feet and almost pierced her eyes!

The sword intent roared like a huge wave, but it did not recede, instead it produced icy spikes.

Others were even more unlucky.

They cast spells or used swords to resist.

After everyone in the audience had finished their work, they saw that the Holy Son of Buddhism on the stage had his chest pierced by an ice cone as thick as an arm!

Extinguished Buddhist beads rolled on the ground, each one covered with cracks.

Nie Baili opened his mouth in fear.

Why is it different from the previous life?

In the previous life, Shen Ji also won, but it took him three moves.

Moreover, the Holy Son of Buddha was not injured so badly!

"What...what happened?"

Nie Baili looked down at the playback of the photo stone.

After discovering that Shen Ji had used the second level of sword intent, countless ice spikes rose from the stage.

The Son of God had a chance to dodge, but in order to attack, he took the stab!

"This is outrageous, this is too much!"

The Buddhist abbot pointed at Shen Ji and cursed.

"This is a competition among all the sects, not a life-and-death battle!"

Shen Wu Yue probably didn't expect Shen Ji to be so ruthless.

He said in a deep voice: "Master Hongqian, calm down."

The leader of Biluo Sect took the opportunity to sow discord:

"Fortunately, he is only a direct disciple, so we still have a chance to ask for justice. If he becomes the head of the sect, wouldn't we have no place to argue?"

Everyone in other sects felt insecure.

The voices of dissatisfaction gradually increased.

On the stage, the Son of God had already fainted.

Si Yue rescued the man from the ice spikes and took him to the back to heal his wounds.

The water from the melted ice spikes and the bloodstains were intertwined, which was shocking to the eyes.

But in the world of cultivation, strength has always been king.

The complaints from other sects are nothing compared to those from the direct disciples!

Shen Wu Yue intends to give Shen Ji a chance to explain.

Then he followed the disciple's words and fooled him.

“Chen Ji, are you too tired and that’s why you made a mistake accidentally?”

If Shen Ji had replied with a sentence like 'accidental' or 'I didn't expect the opponent to be so weak', the matter would have passed.

However, Shen Ji replied:

"There was no mistake. He asked for it."

If you know you can't resist, just don't resist.

Try your best to pull him down and both of them will suffer.

If that’s not asking for it, what is it?

The other clan leaders: “…???!!!!!”

Shen Wu Yue was also shocked by Chen Ji's arrogance and didn't know how to explain it to his apprentice.

At the critical moment, Nie Baili opened the photo stone and placed it in the center of the arena.

"Master, even if the Holy Son is injured, he is willing to drag his brother down with him, and this action has violated the purpose of the Ten Thousand Sects Competition."

"Brother, it is only natural for you to fight back in order to protect yourself."

"Besides, my senior brother is also injured! Look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of Nie Baili's finger, and saw a five-centimeter wound on the back of Shen Ji's hand.

......

Shui Qianyan was weird:

"Oh, what a serious injury. It would have healed if it had been a little later."

Nie Baili rushed to the stage and supported Shen Ji:

"Brother, you have internal injuries, are you okay? Please don't scare me!!"

After receiving the eye signal from his junior sister, the unharmed Shen Ji staggered two steps.

"I feel a little dizzy."

Then he dropped most of his body weight on Nie Baili, with his head slightly leaning on her shoulder.

The corners of his mouth curved up in an imperceptible arc.

Kanbutsuki also came to his senses.

Following Nie Baili's words:

"It's not that whoever is more seriously injured is right. The Holy Son doesn't care about his own life, so you can't blame others."

"Let's leave it at that! If Master Hongqian has any doubts, why not wait until the Holy Son wakes up before confronting him."

The abbot had nothing to say.

I can only give up!

Shen Ji became famous in one battle.

The degree of danger once again refreshed the cognition of the major clan leaders.

Nie Baili helped the man to a deserted place and shook his shoulders.

"Hey, it's rude to pretend!"

Shen Ji stood up straight:

"Thank you for explaining, Junior Sister."

Nie Baili got angry when he heard this.

The best way to add fuel to the fire is to not put it out.

"You just open your mouth to irritate people? Can't you just make a few excuses? If that doesn't work... you can just keep silent!"

Shen Ji raised an eyebrow.

He didn't expect that Junior Sister would care about him so much.

"Why explain? Let anyone who questions ask with a sword. Life and death are the answers."

Nie Baili was stunned.

Yup!

This is not a harem.

In the world of cultivation, strength is paramount. Even if Shen Ji killed the Holy Son today, as long as he is the one with the highest cultivation among the new generation of disciples.

Kambutsuki still protects him!

After realizing this, Nie Baili felt that he had been too deeply poisoned by certain harem literature.

Shen Ji looked at her changing expressions and found them quite interesting.

"If you change your habit of working for three days and resting for two days, I guarantee that within three years, you will be able to reach the Golden Elixir stage."

Nie Baili was not interested in whether it was the golden elixir or not.

She just wanted to quickly cash in on the moment recorded by the photo stone in her hand!

"I understand. Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother. But I am just a piece of mud, I can't help myself. Goodbye, see you later!"

Nie Baili said as he stepped back.

Soon disappeared from Shen Ji's sight.

She ran to Yunjia's stall, where only a pool of bone residue was left.

"Nothing left?"

The three men all shook their heads, only Jiang Yueli didn't like lying:

"They lied to you, see it, take it out now!"

Guijianchou took out a baked chicken and fresh egg cake from his storage ring.

Nie Baili's eyes lit up and he touched his junior sister's head.

"Yue Li is still the best, she is Senior Sister's caring and thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket."

Jiang Yueli's loyal dog attribute was instantly stimulated to the extreme, and his eyes were curved into sweet crescents.

It's just wagging its tail to ask for a pat.

However, Guijianchou was not happy.

"Hua Shengsheng won the money, Ji Yan arranged the team, and I brought the food back. How come she became the sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket?"

Nie Baili grabbed the chicken from the kiln:

"Who told you that you are not as cute as Yueli?"

After saying that, he concentrated on eating.

The three grown men were also convinced that they could not compete in cuteness. They just wished they could go back to their mother’s womb and be reborn!

After eating, Nie Baili woke up Yun Jia from her nap:

"Sister, here comes your chance to make a fortune. Are you a fan?"