Chapter 842 What a Waste

There was silence, no one spoke.

People who had contacted the Great Sun Sword Sect, the Righteous Demon Alliance, and the True Lord Nascent Soul of the Great Sun Fa Sect in series many times, and wanted to take refuge and seek inheritance, all bowed their heads at this time, resisting the increasingly strong instinct in their hearts. fear.

"No one likes the head on my neck?"

"Too polite."

"In that case,"

Jiang Ding said calmly, his eyes falling on Chun Jian, the head maid of the Tushan maid group and the first maid of spring: "You have committed three crimes.

First, a large number of Nascent Soul level heavenly materials and earthly treasures were withheld and were not included in the 30%;

Second, they secretly contacted the Great Sun Sword Sect and other forces to discuss the conditions for surrender, but did not make any real move to surrender;

Third, he let the strong independent tendencies within the maid group go and failed in his duties. "

In one word, Chun Jian's body trembled.

After three sentences, my body kept shaking and I couldn't control my instinct.

Even though she was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, she still couldn't resist the fear in her heart. She smelled the strong danger of death and couldn't help but feel great regret in her heart.

"Are these true?"

Jiang Ding asked quietly.

A monk from the Great Sun Sword Sect, he can easily search for anyone's soul, and their skills will actively cooperate.

Now these maids he trained personally have no secrets at all from him.

"……true."

Chun Jian said in a seductive voice.

These are the facts. She lost herself in the sudden change of status among a large number of natural resources and earthly treasures.

"You deserve to die."

"real."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly: "It's not because of your greed or stupidity, but because of your weakness. Such strength should not give rise to such thoughts."

Chun Jian's face turned pale, his body trembled, and he swayed left and right. Even with the dignity of Nascent Soul, he couldn't stand still.

All the maids stared at her, and some of them gradually showed a fierce look in their eyes, especially the maids such as Jinyu Zhenjun. They already understood something, and their expectations were wrong.

True Lord Tushan values ​​his Tushan Law more than the huge value difference between a Golden Elixir cultivator and True Lord Nascent Soul!

Chun Jian was also hesitating in his heart.

The magic power in her body surged, and the natal magic weapon Tianguang Yaoyang Taoist Flying Sword in her dantian was buzzing. She was extremely frightened and excited at the same time. She was filled with murderous intent, as if she could smell the heaven-defying opportunity for a great breakthrough in her life.

After a few breaths,

Chun Jian's face showed a dejected look, and his consciousness left the flying sword.

"But it's up to the Lord!"

She looked gloomy and gave up resistance.

"No!"

"Are you crazy?"

"It's so difficult for us to seek the truth. Besides, it's not just you, there are us, and the outside world..."

At this moment, an unknown amount of frightened and angry divine consciousness poured into her sea of ​​consciousness. She was extremely furious, hating iron but not steel, and kept admonishing her.

Chun Jian ignored them and took out his own flying sword, a dagger with a green color and wood grain on it, and let it fall to the ground with a clanking sound.

"Please, Lord, deal with it."

Chun Jian said again, kneeling down with his hair disheveled, revealing his snow-white and delicate neck.

"Let it be dealt with..."

The young man on the throne looked at her with hazy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

His thoughts seemed to have spanned hundreds of years, and he arrived at the time when Tushan Fairy City had just been established and was sweeping away the remaining monster monks from all directions. A subordinate reported that a child with a tree belonging to the heavenly spirit root was found. This was a sign from heaven in Tushan Fairy City. There will be great prosperity.

From now on, teach, defend Tushan Fairy City in battle, eliminate demonic cultivators, and watch her grow up...

One after another, things passed before my eyes.

This girl spent a long time with him.

"waste."

Chun Jian was stunned and raised his head slightly.

"Trash,"

"waste."

Jiang Ding sighed: "Sword cultivation means to be rebellious, to draw the sword against the strong, to put him to death and live again, to draw the sword directly without asking about past grudges or cause and effect.

"This is the supreme virtue."

"Only such sword cultivators will have a future."

Keng!

Jiang Ding struck down with his sword.

The roaring sound of thunder bloomed in the void, catching everyone's eyes. It was deeply imprinted into their sea of ​​consciousness and into the core of their souls, making it impossible to avoid it.

boom!

Before Chunjian could react, he felt a heartbreaking pain coming over him. His shield shattered, his arms snapped, his sternum sunken, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and smashed many tables and chairs.

The breath is sluggish and weak.

But never died.

Chun Jian struggled to get up and said ecstatically: "Thank you, Lord!"

"Spring Sword,"

"You are very lucky to meet me now."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "For the loss of wealth, ten times compensation, in terms of responsibilities, and in terms of secretly joining the Great Sun Sword Sect, you need to find a monk with the same strength as you within a hundred years, a monk who has my permission and recognition. Instead of fighting until one of you dies."

"If a hundred years later, you have not completed the bloody battle, I will personally execute you."

"do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord!"

Chun Jian's heart trembled.

However, compared to facing this person now, she had a very clear premonition that even if she resisted, exploded with all her strength, or even burned her essence and blood, the result would still not change.

Now, it's pretty good.

"Shang Gong..."

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to her, and looked at another Yuanying Zhenjun, Xia's maid Shang Gong, and sighed: "I still remember the scene when I took you out of the golden elixir storage ring of a Shang family side branch, and your sister. I thought we would be together from beginning to end."

"You don't let me down, and I don't let you down."

"Each of us fulfilled our respective promises and responsibilities."

"But I didn't expect it to be like this."

"It's really touching. People in the world, including me, are all ordinary people. There has never been anyone who has remained unchanged. As time goes by, they have been changing."

"I'm sorry to disappoint the master..."

Shang Gong looked bitter.

She was also doing things to enrich herself and secretly contact the Shang family, one of the Beiyuan families.

Many conditions were being discussed, and even the ancestor of the Shang family promised in person and signed a Dao contract, which was extremely generous.

Under this promise, she was moved and hesitated.

If the situation changes again, it may have become a fact.

Ding!

She took out her natal flying sword, threw it on the ground, made the same choice as Chun Jian, and knelt on the ground.

Clang!

Jiang Ding chopped her off with a sword, breaking her arm and spitting blood in mid-air.

"Same as Chun Jian, but you need to find someone within fifty years and fight to the death."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

A little more disgust was revealed.

Because Shang treated her like this, her mother died of dystocia, and her father committed suicide at the hands of Shang's side branch Jindan in order for them to survive, preferring to let the two sisters become the furnace of others.

Even so, they had to survive and not become blood sacrifices for the Shang family's direct line to improve their spiritual roots.

Now, this person wants to turn back again, completely forgetting his father and mother.

It's really unpleasant.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Shang Gong struggled to get up, spitting blood, and knelt deeply, with her forehead touching the ground.

"My fellow Taoists,"

"They have feelings for me and were raised by me since childhood."

"And you,"

Jiang Ding ignored her and looked at the other seven Nascent Soul maids, with a faint scarlet light in his eyes: "You will not be forgiven, and all your sins will be settled."

"So, what is your choice?"