In the underground palace, which had been almost reduced to ruins, corpses were lined up in dense rows.

The blown heads, broken limbs, and blackened remains... together created a strange scene in the ruins. Everything was static, with only scarlet blood flowing everywhere, like blood that still had spirituality.

Snakes, greedily looking for something to eat in the darkness.

Among the broken walls and rubble, Zhang Linchuan sat on the only large chair that was intact. He was wearing a black robe with white lines on it. His robe and his throne looked spotless.

In front of the Pope's throne, several corpses that still retained a strong aura were scattered on the stone steps.

Among them, the corpse closest to the Pope's throne was that of a strong woman. Her hair was stained with blood, and she was lying face down, but she still stretched her right hand forward as much as possible, as if to grab something.

With only two steps left, she could cross the end of the stone steps and get close to the throne of the cult pope. Unfortunately, she was no longer able to do so.

Zhang Linchuan probably didn't care about all this. The stone steps were already dirty, so he had to sit here. He held a handkerchief embroidered with bamboo leaves in his right hand and was slowly wiping his bloody left hand.

His movements were very meticulous, every knuckle was wiped clean and white, and even the gaps between the nails were taken care of.

"Winggui wants to kill me, I can understand."

he said calmly.

While speaking, dark lightning danced in his hair.

He treated his fingers as if they were fragile porcelain.

He continued: "But he still disgusts me, and I can't accept it."

It was very quiet in the underground palace.

"When did you arrive?" he asked again.

"When the leader was killing the last woman." Lu Yan, the former second elder of White Bone Dao, floated down. There was a wisp of smart black energy surrounding his body, and his feet remained in the air.

"Then why didn't you take action?" Zhang Linchuan asked with interest.

Lu Yan replied in a vicissitudes of voice: "I may not be able to receive the reward. After all, I am also a remnant of the White Bone Path."

Zhang Linchuan had already wiped the blood off his hands. He raised his left hand in front of him and checked it over and over. He said, "I'm asking why you didn't help me. You are my chief protector.

A close confidant...an old friend who has been with me in my struggle for many years."

Lu Yan said: "If you can't even cope with this situation, you will be captured and killed by the Sanxing Palace sooner or later. I don't see any need for me to help you."

"You have great confidence in me." Zhang Linchuan put down his left hand and looked at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan said calmly: "If I don't have confidence in the leader, I should hide like other Dharma Kings, or like the Winged Ghost, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and bring some people to find you."

Zhang Linchuan moved his fingers dexterously, carefully folded up the handkerchief that had turned into blood, and put it into a special storage box.

"Maybe that's right," he said.

"At least Yigui has proven his mistake." Lu Yan said.

Zhang Linchuan burst into laughter: "Yi Gui almost had someone beat him to death just for drinking breast milk. He was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to betray me, the leader of a cult, to atone for his sins... This is understandable.

"

"Do you want your subordinates to check who led this raid on the underground palace?" Lu Yan asked.

"What's the need? The source of the matter is not here."

Zhang Linchuan turned his right hand and the storage box had shrunk into a very small square and disappeared between his fingers.

On this lonely papal throne, he crossed his legs, intertwined his fingers, and rested them on his knees.

The movements are casual and even leisurely.

He looked at Lu Yan quietly, with a smile on his face but extremely indifferent eyes.

Lu Yan is already an old man and a high-ranking member of a cult. He has experienced a lot in his life. What kind of evil lord has he not seen before? He feels a little unnatural at this moment.

"What is the leader going to do next?" he asked.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" he added.

I don’t know if it was this nervousness that moved Zhang Linchuan.

"What else can be done?" Zhang Linchuan twitched his lips: "If you can't recruit tens of millions of believers, just kill tens of millions of people. You can still achieve greatness."

The number of tens of millions of people sounded light and airy, as if it were a joke. But Zhang Linchuan's eyes definitely didn't look like he was joking.

Even Lu Yan has done all kinds of evil in these years, killing people like mowing grass, and even participated in leading the sacrifices in Maplewood City... At this time, he didn't know what to say.

There is no need to talk about some illusory divine punishment or anything like that.

Although the Wusheng Sect is in dire straits now, it is just a street rat in this world, and everyone wants to beat it.

But if Zhang Linchuan really wants to kill tens of millions of people, he will not be as simple as a rat crossing the street, but a life and death enemy of the human race!

All the three Dharma Palaces will be dispatched, and the three Dharma Palace leaders will personally take action to arrest the murderer. Even the Three Holy Lands of Taoism and even Shushan will have people coming!

It was really heaven and earth, there was no place to hide.

"Okay, I'm just kidding you." Zhang Linchuan chuckled.

In Lu Yan's eyes with complicated emotions, he added: "Maybe there is no need to kill so many."

His eyes carefully scanned the corpses on the ground: "It would be nice to kill more people at this level."

The expression on Lu Yan's face went from stiff to relaxed and back to stiff again.

Finally, he grinned unnaturally: "So the leader deliberately gave Yigui a chance, just to let him recruit more masters for you to kill?"

Zhang Linchuan looked at him quietly and said nothing.

Lu Yan was silent for a moment and then said: "If you kill too many people, I'm afraid it will harm Tianhe."

He felt awkward saying this.

Is this still what the cult leaders should say?

How had he ever cared about killing people? What kind of peace had he cared about?

"I mean... if you kill millions or tens of millions like this, you may be targeted by God's will. The leader is a person with great potential..."

Zhang Linchuan smiled: "You are the senior in practice, many years ahead of me. But do you understand God's will?"

Lu Yan said hurriedly: "I am just a little older. The leader is a scholar of heaven and man. Naturally, I am not as understanding as the leader."

"Don't be so serious." Zhang Linchuan smiled and said: "We all should know that when people live in this world, they have to fight against God's will. Otherwise, thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace. Why would you dodge or avoid it?"

"Practicing this kind of thing is going against nature. Birth, old age, illness and death are the cycles of heaven. But you don't want to grow old, don't want to get sick, and don't want to die. You actually want to continue to break the life limit... Is this what God wants to see?

?

The life span is a big limit, but practitioners don’t think about the big limit.

The higher the level of cultivation, swallowing up the Tianshan Mountains, vomiting out the Divine Sea, moving mountains and filling rivers with every movement of one's hands and feet. How much vitality can be mobilized in just one breath? What benefit does all this have to the world?

If I kill these people who oppose God's will and kill these practitioners who defy Heaven, isn't it just following Heaven's orders? Isn't the more the better? I should be favored by Heaven."

Lu Yan had already chopped these words into pieces in his mind and did not dare to really listen to them.

Because he knows that Zhang Linchuan has his own reasons. Zhang Linchuan's path is really within it!

If he listened to it, he would easily lose himself and lose his own path. But he is not one of those people who has no self and only seeks strength.

He didn't even dare to listen to it, so naturally he couldn't object. Finally, he reluctantly said: "The leader has his own principles."

Zhang Linchuan spread his hands indifferently: "And you see, there is nothing I can do. My junior brother Jiang is too cruel. I just want to leave a bad seed in his friend, but he actually wants to kill my whole family. Oh no, Quanjiao

."

He lowered his eyes and said in a strange tone: "But it's almost the same. My whole family has long been gone. The sect was my home... and now it's all gone."

The corners of his mouth curled up: "In this case, Junior Brother Jiang and I have a grudge to destroy our family!"

Things finally returned to a part that Lu Yan was relatively familiar with.

Of course the top leaders of the cult killed people profusely and committed all kinds of evil. Of course they should engage in some conspiracies and plots. It wouldn't be a big deal to sacrifice hundreds or thousands of people. But the number of "tens of millions of people"... was too much. He didn't even know it.

How does Zhang Linchuan do it!

In order to plan the incident in Maplewood City, he, as a high-level executive of the White Bone Dao at that time, had been planning for an unknown amount of time. In the end, Zhuang Gaoxian, the thing with a human face and a beast's heart, plucked the peach, and the White Bone Dao also died out.

He would never dare to commit such a serious sin.

"How does the leader plan to deal with him?" he asked.

Compared with the goal of massacring tens of millions of people, dealing with Jiang Wang is more specific.

Zhang Linchuan said softly: "It's not your place to ask."

Lu Yan then understood that Zhang Linchuan had his own ideas. He really couldn't figure out how Zhang Linchuan could make a comeback in this situation, with Jiang Wang overwhelming everyone with his overwhelming power, like the blazing sun turning into residual snow.

But this person is Zhang Linchuan after all...

He just said: "Then is there anything I can do for you?"

"Let me think about it..."

Zhang Linchuan looked up at the dome above. There was nothing there. He thought seriously for a while, and then said, "It doesn't seem like there is anything."

Looking at the young Patriarch in front of him, Lu Yan could hardly remember the Bone Messenger who was respectful to him back then. The memory of the past was as old as a wisp of smoke, sinking into the gray-white scroll.
To be continued...