Chapter 432 Immortal Cultivation? Repair Magic?

She can read the names and backgrounds of the men who died at her hands.

"In my hand, I killed 30,086 men."

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Most of the disciples were relatively naive, and they never thought that there would be such a mess in the world of cultivating immortals.

"But I kill people who deserve to be killed."

Throwing a jade slip in the storage space into the sky, the jade slip is enlarged, and the names of those men and the evil things they have done are displayed segment by segment.

Yan Ge asked, "Why can't I kill such a man?"

"What's wrong with killing them?"

"The Wuya sect can kill evil people and get a good name because of it. Why do I kill these people and give me the name of a devil?"

"I have come all the way, worthy of the world, worthy of myself, today you say that I am a devil, I am not convinced!"

Her voice was loud and clear, every word and every word, hitting everyone's hearts with firmness like a hammer.

Yes, such evil people, what's wrong with killing them!

Because of Yan Ge's words, the skinny man of Wuya faction clenched the sword on his waist tightly because of Yan Ge's words: "You, you clearly seek your own interests by killing them, you are sophistry!"

"My interest? What is interest?" Yan Ge sneered: "Being famous in the world is called interest, and it is also an interest for the sake of the way in your own heart. Do you dare to say that what you did today is not beneficial to yourself at all? Dare you say, When you humiliated this man on the ground, did you have no selfish intentions?"

Her rhetorical question was so aggressive, her black and white clear eyes were so stubborn and determined to confront the man in front of her at this moment.

"How can this be the same?" This young Wuya Sect disciple, not only young, must have experienced few things, his face flushed with anger from Yan Ge's nonsense: "How can this be the same?"

"Tell me, how is it different?"

"You, you and those men, both, do that kind of thing, you..."

He was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly.

But everyone understood what he meant.

Yan Ge raised his head and laughed loudly: "Since you have used the secret method to read the memory in his mind, you should know that I didn't have the slightest cultivation level back then, and I was a weak woman with no power to kill a chicken."

"Why didn't you show everyone the picture of those people torturing me when I was killing those people?"

"I've never been able to cultivate like you, let alone be able to enter the Wuya Sect and act in the name of righteousness like you. It's normal for you to look down on me."

"Just ask yourself, what would you do if you were in my situation? Would it be possible to commit suicide in shame? Or just die like that? Or just watch those people do evil?"

"There are elders here who are good at illusions. If you ask yourself that you can do better than me, then now you can try your own state of mind in the same illusion as I experienced under the eyes of everyone. If you can do better than me Good, then I am convinced, and I am willing to commit suicide and apologize in front of the people of the world!"

Yan Ge's words were sharp, pressing every step of the way, and the thin disciple of the Wuya Sect took two steps back with a pale face under Yan Ge's words before standing still.

"You dare?"

"You, you..." The emaciated disciple said you a few times, but couldn't say the next thing.

The same older Wuya faction man who had been silent all this time raised his head slightly and looked at Yange.