Fairy, help me practice

　Ling Zhou glanced at him and said, "I am different from you. After all, I am a disciple of Kuang Lu Sect."

　The old man with the long beard naturally heard what Chen Yao said and snorted coldly: "Who on earth are you? Why do you have to interfere in everything? How dare you interfere in the internal affairs of my Kuanglu Sect?"

　Chen Yao sat at the end of the cliff with his knees hugged. Without looking back, he smiled and said, "I just couldn't bear to see her killed by a villain."

　"Who is the villain and why did he die?"

　The old man with a long beard stood up suddenly, and several colorful feathers suddenly fell on his shoulders.

　He was startled: "Xuzhi, what are you doing..."

　Looking back at the stream, the disciple who plucked the hair was nowhere to be found, and ripples appeared on the water where he had just squatted.

　"What...what's going on?"

　The disciples who were busy practicing to recover their strength by the campfire became panicked.

　"Master...Master! You!"

　A disciple pointed a trembling finger at the top of the bearded old man's head.

　The old man with a long beard looked up.

　A drop of bright red blood dripped onto his brow.

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Chapter 304 Chicken

　Before the old man with a long beard could see clearly what was above his head, a ball of blood and flesh fell down and covered his eyes.

　The flesh and blood seemed to be still wriggling.

　"what!"

　The old man with a long beard roared angrily and stretched out his hand to shake off the blood and flesh on his face.

　The mass of flesh and blood "popped" onto the face of a nearby disciple. The disciple screamed wildly, stood up and stepped into the fire. The flames swallowed him in an instant. He covered his face with his hands and struggled, but it seemed that he could not get free.

　The fear of flesh and blood is greater than the burning of fire.

　The fellow disciples around him could not avoid it and retreated one after another.

　The old man with a long beard drew his sword and picked up the flesh on his face, but the man's face was covered in blood and flesh, and he died at this moment and fell into the campfire.

　A sickening burnt stench filled the air, and the sizzling sound of flames gnawing at the corpses was endless.

　Everyone was horrified.

　The old man with a long beard picked up the lump of flesh and blood and found that it was just a pile of chicken intestines.

　"Xuzhi, you're so brave! You're willing to take revenge on us even at the risk of becoming a demon?"

　He was furious, and his sword slashed through the mountain wind with a "hum", but it was pointed directly at Lingzhou.

　Lingzhou didn't understand.

　"Are you of the same mind?"

　The old man with a long beard said viciously, and the other disciples were also hostile to Lingzhou.

　Lingzhou took a step back. She felt the old man's uncontrollable murderous intent from the tip of his sword, which was flashing with scarlet flames.

　Something is wrong, everything is wrong.

　She lowered her head and looked at the ball of chicken intestines, confused.

　Chen Yao still hugged his knees, using his butt as a fulcrum, swaying leisurely back and forth, as if oblivious to everything behind him.

　Time seemed to stand still on the tip of the long-bearded old man's sword.

　Lingzhou didn't dare to move.

　No one else dared to move.

　They were all waiting for the tip of the long-bearded old man's sword to move.

　However, it was not the tip of the long-bearded old man's sword that moved first.

　It was the crowing of a rooster that broke the stillness around the campfire.

　The disciples turned around and saw a hairless chicken with its belly ripped open, its belly and wings spread out, pouncing towards them with its fangs and claws bared.

　It doesn't look like a stiff corpse at all, but more like a boneless worm.

　The disciples retreated to the edge of the cliff, but the disciple closest to them still could not escape the disaster.

　"Ahhh!"

　The shrill screams echoed far away from the eastern slope of Demon Peak.

　The disciple's head was wrapped in the dead chicken's abdomen, as if a chicken had grown on his head. His whole body was twitching and kicking, and he was obviously in extreme pain.

　It looks a little funny.

　But no one found it funny, they just felt the hairs on their backs stand on end.

　The tip of the sword of the old man with long beard had moved away from Lingzhou and pointed at the disciple.

　The sword moved, a cold light flashed, and the dead chicken flew into the sky and fell heavily, splashing bright red all over the ground.

　Everyone's eyes turned to the disciple.

　The disciple's headless body kicked a few times and fell to the ground.

　"He's not going to make it anymore."

　The old man with a long beard flashed in front of the chicken and nailed it into the ground with a sword.

　The chicken's soft neck wrapped around the sword and screamed shrilly at him.

　Seven or eight swords rushed over and cut the dead chicken into pieces, and then it stopped moving.

　The head in the chicken's belly rolled out, as if corroded by acid.

　"what on earth is it?"

　Lingzhou murmured.

　Chen Yao sighed: "The top of the head."

　Lingzhou looked up at the clouds drifting quietly above his head and didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

　"The Fire Demon Bat...is gone!"

　Someone said in disbelief.

　The old man with a long beard finally woke up from his dream.

　He glared at Ling Zhou and Chen Yao angrily, then waved to his disciples, "We can't stay here for long. Come with me!"

　"Go? Where are you going?"

　One disciple was close to collapse, pointing at the long-bearded old man and laughing: "Without the cover of the fire demon bats, we don't know how long we will be exposed! Maybe there are demons all around us! Where can we go... Ugh!"

　Before he could finish his words, the old man with a long beard stabbed him to death in the chest.

　The old man with a long beard wiped the blood splattered on his face, and said with a trembling eye: "Anyone who shakes the hearts of the people will die!"

　The disciples did not dare to move anymore, but their morale became increasingly low.

　"go!"

　The old man with a long beard ignored Lingzhou, Chen Yao and the child, and rushed forward with the other disciples.

　But the hurried footsteps soon stopped.

　"Xu Mu! Why did you come back at this time?"

　Under the swaying shadows of the trees, the old man with a long beard asked vigilantly.

　Xu Mu did not answer, but just approached the old man step by step.

　"slow!"

　The old man pointed the tip of his sword at him: "Stop there!"

　Xu Mu's shoulders trembled twice, and he knelt down with a plop: "Master! My two junior brothers are dead!"

　"If you're dead, just die. Tell me what happened to you!"

　The old man with a long beard did not dare to put down his sword.

　Xu Mu raised his head, tears streaming down his face: "My two junior brothers and I grew up together and are as close as brothers!"

　The sword made a buzzing sound, leaving a red mark on Xu Mu's face. The old man with a long beard said impatiently, "Let's talk business!"

　Xu Mu was stunned for a moment, and said in despair: "Yes...I killed them with my own hands!"

　The disciples were in an uproar and retreated on guard.

　"But you encountered a demon that could bewitch people?"

　The old man with a long beard shouted.

　Xu Mu shook his head blankly and chuckled: "No. Killing them was completely my own will. It was my sincere thought!"

　Listening to his eerie laughter, the gloomy mountains, the twisted shadows of the trees, the sizzling bonfire licking the corpses, Ling Zhou felt a chill in her heart. She unconsciously stepped back towards Chen Yao, who was sitting leisurely, and only then did she feel a little relieved.

　The child had also sat next to Chen Yao with a look of fear on his face.

　Hearing Xu Mu's words, the old man with a long beard breathed a sigh of relief and asked slowly, "Why?"

　Xu Mu looked at him, his tearful mouth curled up in a challenge: "Because I'm jealous! They obviously joined later than me, they obviously

　I personally brought them up, yet now, they're all showing signs of surpassing me. And you, Master, are an old fool who prioritizes talent over experience and character. So, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day they'll overtake me and you'll kick me out."

　"Snapped!"

　The sword struck him again, leaving an "X"-shaped swollen mark on his face.

　"brute!"

　The old man with a long beard was offended by his disciple and was secretly angry.

　"Get up! You lead the charge! We have to keep going up the mountain!"

　"I do not."

　He had not expected that the traitor would actually go against him, so the old man with the long beard pressed his sword against Xu Mu's chest.

　"The Fire Demon Bat is gone. You clearly want me to go ahead and act as bait to die. I don't want to be bait for you, an old immortal!"

　As he spoke, Xu Mu suddenly grasped the tip of the sword against his chest and thrust forward with a roar.

　The sword pierced the chest, and blood spurted out from the ruptured heart along the sword, leaving a slight arc of blood line and falling to the ground.

　The disciples gasped, confused as to why Xu Mu could suddenly commit suicide despite protesting.

　However, the next moment, it was not only Xu Mu who fell down, but also the old man with long beard.

　The old man with a long beard stared with his eyes, opened his mouth, and breathed out with a hoarse sound from his throat.

Chapter 305 I am a frivolous person

　"I don't know why, Master, I just want to kill you, ah, hahahaha!"

　A sharp laugh pierced out from Xumu's bloody throat, carrying the lingering sound of a half-dried water pipe, which sounded creepy.

　The other disciples were already panicking and didn't know what to do.

　Because in their eyes, Xu Mu may no longer be Xu Mu, but the devil in this Demon Peak.

　"You! What are you still standing there for!" The old man with the long beard was not dead yet. While Xu Mu was stabbing him in the chest and abdomen with a dagger, he groaned and scolded his disciples, "Quick! Chop off his head!"

　The old man turned around, his face showing bulging veins and bulging eyes, and there was no trace of his Taoist aura left.

　The disciples involuntarily stepped back.

　"They are all demons..."

　Lingzhou squatted behind Chen Yao with his knees hugged, watching the scene with his back to back, his lips already turning pale.

　The warmth from Chen Yao on her back calmed her frightened heart a little.

　"Why aren't you afraid? Could it be that you have really surrendered to the Demon Sect?"

　As the disciples thrust their swords into the wooden neck of the old man who was still digging at him, Lingzhou looked at the messy shadows on the ground and spoke to Chen Yao behind him.