Chapter 179: The Stage Is Lousy, Don’t Look Down on the Poor Young Man

"As the leader of Tianli Sect, I will show you how to make him believe." Bai Mo looked at Ye Fan calmly.

Yan Ruyu beside him understood his words.

It can't be said that he heard and then understood. The bubble-like frame above the head of this Chaos Lord was written with a series of messy words.

Just like a child's graffiti, as long as you "see" it, you can understand the "meaning" contained in it.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Ruyu pinched her fingers.

Ye Fan's actual combat power is now completely immeasurable. Once the flaws are exposed, he will die.

"You don't understand."

Bai Mo "said" calmly.

"How many loopholes and mistakes do you think Beidou's practice has?"

"What?"

"From the aspect of good and evil in human nature, I can point out no less than hundreds of mistakes. If I continue to think about it, this world is an immersive game full of loopholes."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Ruyu was very puzzled.

"Next, watch me operate."

After Bai Mo finished speaking, he pinched the magic formula with his fingers.

The next moment, an ancient Taoist temple rose here.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, there was a clay Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall.

The clay Taoist priest looked ordinary, with a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be a true Taoist.

"Okay, Ye Fan is here." Bai Mo waved his sleeves, and his figure instantly plunged into the body of the clay Taoist priest. In addition, other characters also appeared in this Taoist temple.

Yan Ruyu took a look at Ye Fan who found this place, shook her head, and turned away.

"What is here?" Ye Fan stood in front of the ancient Taoist temple, his eyes were like fire, and he saw that there was no formation defense inside this place.

After a rough look, Ye Fan stepped into the Taoist temple.

"Little layman, are you here to ask for the Tao?" An old Taoist priest who was sweeping the floor in the Taoist temple said naggingly.

Ye Fan shook his head and asked, "Where is this?"

"I don't know either." The old Taoist priest shook his head.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead.

"Where is it? I almost forgot."

"By the way, layman, go into the main hall and burn incense for the gods."

"What if I don't go in?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

The old Taoist priest didn't say anything. He continued to sweep the floor with the broom.

Ye Fan blinked slightly. He couldn't help but be curious and stepped into the main hall.

One step in, and the world in front of Ye Fan was spinning.

After he stood firm, he found that there was nothing here.

Yes, it was extremely empty and clean. Except for a clay Taoist priest enshrined in the main hall, there was nothing.

Walking forward slowly, Ye Fan saw that the face of the clay Taoist priest gradually turned into himself.

"Who is the demon? How dare you here!"

"I am you, how can I be a demon?" The clay Taoist priest sitting on the stage said this in a flat tone with the same accent.

No extra nonsense, the idea in his mind appeared, and Ye Fan clenched his fist and hit the clay Taoist priest.

One punch hit the clay Taoist priest, and Ye Fan felt that the touch was so wrong.

Just like smashing a piece of porcelain, after a snap, the clay Taoist priest was broken into pieces.

Fortunately, Ye Fan held back his strength, otherwise the whole Taoist temple would have been smashed to pieces by this blow.

"What are you doing!" While Ye Fan was still thinking about what was going on, the old Taoist standing outside the door saw Ye Fan smashing the clay Taoist priest.

Ye Fan waved his sleeves and knocked the old Taoist priest who rushed up away.

With a bang, the old Taoist priest who was mounted on the wall became a pool of meat sauce.

"Ah! Master!" Ye Fan's spiritual sense swept through and found a young man running out from under the clay Taoist priest's seat.

The young man had an ordinary appearance and almost no cultivation.

But this was not the point. The point was that Ye Fan understood the core of this clay Taoist priest.

A special material that isolates the cultivator's spiritual sense, plus a herb that makes the cultivator's spiritual sense blurred, the two mixed with the other medicinal materials here, so as to achieve this situation that makes the cultivator "see wrong".

As for the sound, this young man knows the art of false sound.

"So, all this is just to get some money." Ye Fan understood the operation of this Taoist temple.

Then he glanced at the old Taoist priest who was killed by him by mistake.

A cultivator of the sea of ​​suffering, and an ordinary cultivator who could not break through.

"..." Ye Fan was silent.

The liar was just for a few incense money, but he beat him to death.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

The young man climbed up from his master's body, and he looked directly at Ye Fan, his eyes fierce and immature.

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young man!"

Ye Fan raised his fist, and then said: "Do you know that I can kill you with one punch."

"So what! The revenge of my master can be avenged with death!"

"Sorry." Ye Fan turned and left.

He didn't have the idea of ​​​​cutting the grass and eradicating it, and Ye Fan didn't think that this ordinary young man could do it.

He couldn't catch up with his footsteps at all.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

After the young man finished speaking, he carried his master on his back and left the hall step by step. He came to the backyard, dug a pit, buried his master, and erected a grave.

Next, he turned and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion in the Taoist temple, picked up a torn Taoist scripture, and began to practice.

Ye Fan watched the young man's every move through the wall with his consciousness, and his future life had already appeared in his mind.

For cultivation and revenge.

The young man will step on countless fellow practitioners as steps step by step to grow into a great cultivator.

If the young man did not die on the road to fighting for opportunities, then he would come to Ye Fan again when he was strong enough to fight him.

Of course, this probability is infinitely small.

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young man."

Shaking his head, Ye Fan slowly landed, he found a step to sit down, and then narrowed his eyes.

The best way is to go back and cut the grass and kill the young man with a palm.

But... Ye Fan didn't know why, he felt that this was wrong.

Unable to figure it out, Ye Fan directly controlled the divine rainbow and flew to the nearest town.

"Do you understand? He began to waver." Bai Mo said in a flat tone.

Yan Ruyu, who was standing beside him, narrowed her eyes and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Is there anything wrong with Beidou cultivators accidentally killing ordinary people, or ordinary casual cultivators?

Not to mention accidents, even if it was an active massacre, there would be no problem!

This world is a world where the strong decide everything.

"He inherited Gandalf's cry of all living beings, the human world, and the fighting spirit of those ants punching the warp, so Ye Fan did not just see ordinary people as casual cultivators who had no power to fight back, he saw the singing of the vast living beings in the world."

"Living beings..." Yan Ruyu pinched the back of her hand with her fingers.

She did not think that living beings needed attention.

Or who in the entire East Wilderness and the Tianjiao strongmen cared about the tiny living beings.

No one cared, in this world where a random powerful person could smash a big city with one blow and crush tens of millions of ants, in this world where cultivators decided everything with their cultivation, no one would care.

"Living beings are small, but they are indispensable to the universe." Bai Mo sighed lightly.

"You think they are not important because you always think that cultivators are superior."