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This young master of the Yin Yin Sect is not a monster with a height of eight feet, a pattern on his face extending to his feet, a single horn on his head, and three heads and six arms according to the legends. Instead, he is just like other ordinary people, with only two arms. An ordinary person carrying a head, but now, his eyes are looking at the imperial city in the distance again, and at this moment, the turbulent mountain wind can't blow away the strong smell of blood near the short mountain...

This young suzerain, the only difference from others is that there is always an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth, and he does not have the image of a terrifying killer at all. ...

The Suzerain's eyes glanced at this valley, and muttered to himself: "I didn't expect them to do it so soon!"

His eyes looked at the imperial city as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, he grinned and sat down on a protruding rock on the mountain. Hehe... they would never have imagined in their dreams that this is just a trap to lure the enemy!"

A yellow gourd appeared in his hand, he stood up abruptly and raised his head, took a big gulp of the old wine in the jug, turned around and said, "How are your preparations going?"

A black-robed man behind him took a step forward and said, "Report to the suzerain, the disciples of the Xijie sect for the blood sacrifice are ready!"

"Hmm... wait until the time comes! Hehe..." After finishing speaking, the suzerain took another sip of wine, propped his head with one hand, and half-lyed on the rock, with an intoxicated expression on his face...

The four people behind turned around and entered the cave. When the cave entrance was pushed open, the seal on the cave entrance flickered for an instant, and the vicinity of this low hill was immediately filled with a bloody aura. Full……

However, the lord of the Yin Yin Sect who tasted wine did not show any discomfort, but the smile on the corner of his mouth closed, and his hazy eyes after drinking seemed even more misty...

The patriarch of the Yin Yin Sect narrowed his eyes. The place he was standing was not too far from the imperial city, and he could see all the scenes of the melee between good and evil in the imperial city. He nodded. Different from ordinary sect disciples...

Although he is the suzerain of the Yin Yin sect, all he knows is the freak master who only wants to kill people. He knows these so-called "immortal cultivators" better than ordinary people, saying that they are immortals, but they are secular people. It's just the admiration of ordinary people, and the fear of ordinary people about their incredible abilities. In fact, they are just a little stronger than ordinary people, possessing all kinds of incredible abilities, such as turning water and fire, flying with a sword, and flying like a sword. Killing people from a distance...but they are just ants!At most, he can be regarded as a person who cultivates immortals...

And the suzerain of the Yin Yin Sect, who has killed "immortal cultivators" many times regardless of the world's black and white, naturally has no fear of them. Their sect has been dormant like bugs in the dark for so long, but even the Yin Yin Sect No matter how arrogant and presumptuous the suzerain is, the master still has that self-knowledge, and dare not act in it...

And today, his master's dream may come true...

"Old Sect Master, get up and have a look, what have I prepared for you?" The Sect Master of Yinyin Sect grinned, looked at the imperial city ahead, and said as if muttering...

"That's right, old suzerain, I've been dead for so long! This imperial city was once your nightmare, but I'm ready, just watch how these immortal cultivators cry and beg in the smoke and flames! "The suzerain of Yin Yin Sect smiled, but in the smile, there was no unrestrained and unrestrained in the past. The suzerain of Yin Yin Sect had reddish eyes, killed countless people, stained countless blood on his hands, but was still cold and ruthless. At this moment, he suddenly felt something. An urge to cry.

"Old master, this is the blood of the immortal who killed you. You have always said that a man can live a lifetime, so he should kill the strongest enemy, drink the strongest wine, and sleep with the most beautiful woman."

He was originally a homeless orphan who was adopted by the old suzerain who didn't tell him his name until his death. They practiced the ghost way of using blood sacrifices to absorb blood essence. His current cultivation base has surpassed blue. Yu Lan, in just ten years, has mastered all the exercises of the old suzerain's life...

The master of the Yin Yin Sect suddenly fell silent, and said in a joking but serious manner: "Your greatest wish in this life is to cultivate the way of ghosts, kill all those superficial immortals, and let those high-ranking and pretentious immortal masters see you." Look, the ghost cultivators in their eyes are not like ants. You died at the hands of this lightless monk from Xijiezong. Now, I am ready, and I will use him and the monks in the imperial city tonight. Blood is here to pay homage to you!"

"Hehe, tonight we will be able to fulfill the long-cherished wish of our sect for many years! Then I will climb to the most extreme peak of the way of cultivating immortals in Yunchuan Continent, and see how these so-called cultivators from other sects have the right to act presumptuously in front of me! "The lord of Yin Yin Sect sighed, and there were two tears in the corner of his eyes, as if he really had unspeakable emotions in his heart at this moment, he gently wiped his tears with his sleeve, and drank the wine in his hand After that, the lord of the Yin Sect turned around. Although his footsteps were a little faltering, and then he laughed at himself, he turned and left extremely firmly!

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Zhang Tian let out a deep breath, and finally got rid of this cultivator of the Yin Yin Sect. Brother You and the other three who were not daring to breathe just now, after seeing the self-destruct of the cultivator at the alchemy stage finally dodged, Just now he relaxed, almost limp on the ground...

Senior Sister Fang was fine because she was far away, but then she ran towards Zhang Tian worriedly, and asked in panic, "Zhang Tian, ​​how are you, are you okay?"

"Ahem... Don't worry, I won't die from this little injury!" Zhang Tian spat out another mouthful of blood as he said, the blood fell on the ground, and a small red flower appeared on the ground, but he still healed I'm trying to be brave, I keep saying that I'm fine...

Seeing this, Senior Sister Fang's eyes immediately turned red, helped Zhang Tian up, and couldn't help but shed tears: "Don't be brave, boy, I have medicine for healing, you can take it quickly, but don't die... "

It turned out that a monk who was also in the alchemy stage suddenly chose to blew himself up. At that time, Zhang Tian immediately stood in front of Senior Sister Fang, and pushed Senior Sister Fang away. so much damage...

Seeing the inferior medicine pill that Senior Sister Fang took out, Zhang Tian couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and forced himself to turn his head away, and another mouthful of blood was suffocated, his face immediately turned paler, and he said in a miserable voice: "Senior Sister Fang No need, anyway, I have the same pill... Sigh!"...