Buzhou Nu nodded and said, "It should be true that Buzhou Mountain is known as the first mountain in the East Holy Land. How strange it is, the more you go up the mountain, the more spiritual energy it becomes. However, this first spiritual mountain has no strength to occupy it yet."

When the two of them heard this, they nodded again.

Buzhou Nu continued: "I was selected as one of the offerings of sacrifices when I was fifteen years old, but my parents had a certain status in the clan. They got the news in advance and let me escape. Everyone knew that if they were thrown into the big gap, they would definitely die."

"After escaping, I luckily embarked on the path of cultivation. When I was in my thirties, I finally couldn't help but miss it and returned to the Zhenluo tribe, wanting to meet my parents and other relatives."

Speaking of this, there is a deep interweaving of love and hate in Buzhou Nu's eyes.

"I returned to the Zhenluo tribe and inquired, but I found out that my parents had already died because they let me go and were subjected to the most cruel torture by the clan leader and elders of the clan. My younger brother was caught and replaced by me, filling the void of that Buzhou Nu, and thrown into the big gap. My other relatives were all killed under torture."

Breathing is heavy.

The hatred in his eyes became more and more intense, and with that ugly face, he looked like a crazy ferocious beast.

When talking about this, the aura of the crazy Taoist heart finally surged up, as if it would explode at any time.

However, the magic power of the soul had been sealed, and Fang Junmei released another pressure to suppress him, but he never hit the finger of the motionless to help him.

In Buzhou Nu's eyes, tears rolled down, and his body was trembling violently.

This past hatred always lingers with him like a demon in his heart. In addition to hatred, there may be deep guilt. If time could go back, perhaps he would rather be the Buzhou Nu himself, or perhaps this is one of the reasons why he calls himself Buzhou Nu.

Fang Junmei and Daolang in troubled times couldn't help but sigh.

...

After a long time, Buzhou Nu's emotions gradually stabilized and returned to a calm state, but there was still sadness and hatred in his eyes.

"I believe you can guess what happened later. I went crazy and killed the Zhenluo tribe... and killed all of them..."

Buzhou Nu said again, his voice became low.

The look of hatred turns into guilt and loss.

Should so many tribe members really be killed?
Chapter completed!