Most of the members of the Heavenly Dao Society are people who have no background and strength among the scavengers.

But in fact, this is not the standard for smallpox to keep them out, the main thing is that the Five Poisons Sanren was only a casual cultivator back then, but obviously he was able to break into a prestigious reputation, even after so many years, he can leave such a resounding reputation in the ears of the scavengers and the Kyushu monks in the outside world, which shows how deeply rooted this matter is.

So, what about casual practice?

Who said that casual cultivation is not allowed to break through the sky?

It is by relying on such a statement and appeal, with the absolute ability to draw a big pie, that is, a lot of scattered cultivation is gathered and the Heavenly Dao Society is established.

From this point alone, it has to be said that smallpox is a talent.

Whether he is the real descendant of the Five Poisons Scattered People or not, it is actually nothing very important.

The monk is a very realistic creature, if the Five Poison Sanren is still alive now, then whoever faces his bloodline descendants may have to give three points, but even if the Five Poison Sanren break into a great name, it is just a cloud of the past, in the end, it is meaningless, and it may be because smallpox may have the secret of the Five Poison Sanren becoming stronger, so they will be targeted by countless careerists and greedy monsters.

Smallpox was young.

At least on the outside, he looks like a young man in his twenties.

He was looking at the altar furnishings with burning eyes.

The seventeen female sword cultivators were all tied up by stainless steel basalt chains and thrown onto the altar of earth painted with strange patterns, as if they had thrown something behind.

That's a real person.

But none of those present felt pity or guilt.

They are monsters who have all lost their compassion and compassion for the soft emotions that have sympathized with it all.

The people of the Heavenly Dao Society are all selfish and selfish people.

They can only take care of themselves, and then they are crazy to do what they want to do under the brainwashing orders of their superiors, and they don't care how much blood and dirt the process represents.

Seventeen female sword cultivators, some with ordinary faces, some with cold temperaments, some young girls as fresh as delicate flowers, and some old women with withered skin and crane hair, all of them looked around with deep fear, and there were strange patterns everywhere, just like those patterns carved during ancient sacrifices, with mystery and unknown.

They also know what kind of fate they will be, that is, they will be used as sacrifices to open the way for these people in front of them.

A faint smile bloomed on Smallpox's handsome face, with hysterical madness and calm, two qualities that contradicted but harmoniously united in him.

To these female sword cultivators, it is like a shepherd to his beloved lamb:" Don't worry, soon your last companion will be brought, and then you can gather together and contribute your strength to open the tombs of my ancestors, rest assured, I will not disappoint you, your sacrifice and dedication, our Tiandao Society and I will remember, when I unify the entire Tianhuangfang City and integrate all the scavengers, I will definitely give you a monument to pass it on, and then the whole Kyushu will sing your name. ”

This seems to be the supreme honor.

But the seventeen female sword cultivators all shuddered.

Someone roared hoarsely, "You devil!"

Smallpox didn't care.

He turned his head and asked the people around him: "Where did they go? Didn't this last female sword cultivator say that she saw it in the black market, why didn't she bring people back at this time? ”

As soon as the last person arrives, the sacrificial ceremony can begin immediately.

At this time, how can it be delayed?

My own grand cause is to take the most solid step here.

If there is no tomb inheritance and wealth of the Five Poison Scattered People, although I believe that I will definitely achieve a great achievement in the end, but this front and time have been extended indefinitely.

This is absolutely unbearable for smallpox.

The people here nodded silently in agreement, the black iron mask on his face was not like the kind worn in the black market to hide his appearance, but the real one, the kind that melted on his face and the skin of his body became one, which looked particularly terrifying.

It's horrifying.

Most of the seventeen female sword cultivators were captured by him personally.

It's like Araja Rahu is also dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period, and wants to integrate the entire scavenger into his own power, and Desolate Cang also has such ambitions, but if he is a god cultivator who comes forward, then things will change to the bright side, and many old monsters probably can't help but jump out, or the Yuanying monk is starting to form a gang to resist their goshawk team, and then things will be a lot of trouble, so it is simply to let Araja come forward, but also to avoid that it will be too drastic when the time comes, causing the collective resistance of the entire scavenger team。

Let the wrath of the people be violated.

Smallpox is a beast that hides in the shadows.

He and Arrahu are essentially the same people.

It's just more composed.

Or although there are hole cards, but it's not like having a good father like Aara, everything comes by his own hard work, and the process is very hard, so smallpox thinks that he is the one who finally achieves great things and laughs last.

Ning Qingqiu's desolate sword was knocked on the stone slab next to him.

As they walked, they went deeper and deeper into the center of the earth, and at this time, under the guidance of the Heavenly Desolate Sword, they hit a hollow stone slab.

Although it is hollow, it is far stronger than many people imagined.

Even Seven Nights can't be directly shaken for a while.

It is conceivable that this slate is definitely of extraordinary origin.

Even Chen Xuangan was extremely moved.

Because of the level of Qiye's defeated subordinates, no one knows better than him, of course, those who died in the hands of Qiye are probably also clear, but unfortunately they are not able to express their opinions, that is, there is no meaning.

Seven nights are indifferent.

There are too many things that cannot be done by man, if you really think that you are omniscient and omnipotent, then you are not a monk, but a god and a flying immortal.

Although Seven Nights is proud, it has never been so proud and complacent that it can't recognize reality.

"The origin of this slate is definitely not simple, and I even feel it from above...... The breath of the void, although the specific origin and footsteps are still unclear, but ......"

He didn't finish what he said next.

Ning Qingqiu understood in seconds.

This thing is definitely good.

Maybe it's worth more than the tomb of the Five Poison Scattered People.

The others probably don't know much yet, but they know the strength of the seven nights.