After a pause, he said again: "First of all, it ruined the good things of this seat, and then brought the last thing that this seat wants to know (qíng), don't live, what are you doing alive like a waste like you?"

When he was done, he saw his fingernails slowly lengthening, and his five fingers were rapidly inserted into the head of the disciple, absorbing his full (shēn) blood.

After a few breaths, he threw aside the corpse of his disciple who had become as if it had been dried up, and pulled the woman who had fallen to the ground up, and kept walking over her (shēn) with both hands, and said, "This seat is a little unhappy now, you should have a way to let this seat's kind heart (qíng) come back." ”

After hearing this, the woman gently stroked the young man's (xiōng) part with one hand, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Senior brother, the slave family can naturally make senior brother happy......

Northern Snowfield

On the Xuanyuan Flying Boat, Qian Xin, Shi An, and Mo Jianxin had been cultivating for three weeks, but they still didn't see Ji Ling wake up.

He was still settled there, and the snow on (shēn) was already covered with a thick layer, if it weren't for the fact that his breathing between his nose and mouth was still so even, Qian Xin and the others would definitely think that Ji Ling might have gone mad when he practiced the exercises.

I don't know how many times later, Shi An was debugging his newly inspired poison, Qian Xin was also looking through the experimental formations recorded in the ancient books, and Mo Jianxin was dancing the way of the sword, at this moment it was like a high-temperature candle in the snow, everywhere he passed, there were some unpredictable murderous aura, and the falling snowflakes slowly dissolved into water droplets, and after falling to the ground, they formed pieces of ice.

And Ji Ling was still like a sculpture of a snowman, sitting on the flying boat, breathing evenly, without any other movement or sound.

Just when they were cultivating as usual, they ushered in a caravan, this caravan was composed of nearly twenty carriages, every four to five carriages, there was a high flag in the middle, and the three big characters 'Treasure Pavilion' were written on the high flag, and there were several martial emperor-level masters around them, as if they had been strictly trained, whether they were walking or moving, they were orderly and orderly.

The two parties, who had no intersection, met at this time, and on the luxurious carriage led by the Baoge caravan, a middle-aged man came down, looking at Qian Xin, who was studying the formation, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly walked towards Qian Xin.

"Third Prince Qian, do you still recognize the old man?" After finishing, he looked at Qian Xin, who was busy with the work at hand, and did not urge him, but waited patiently for the latter's reply.

After a few breaths, Qian Xin, who had finished drawing the magic circle in his hand, slowly raised his head, and after seeing the old man's appearance, he was first surprised, and then wiped his eyes, and repeatedly confirmed the person in front of him intently.

"It's... Uncle Lou?" After finishing, he looked at the convoy behind the middle-aged man (shēn) again, and asked with some confusion: "Why did Uncle Lou personally lead the team, as well as the disciples of these chambers of commerce...... Didn't you come out of this northern region to train?"

"Yes, the third prince of Qian is really witty, and he can see the purpose of the old man's trip at a glance. ”

"Uncle Lou smiled, the juniors just guessed blindly, and it just happened..."

"Haha, Qian Sangongzi is really modest, the old man will no longer bother, after returning to the Central Domain, if there is time, you and I will set up a banquet again, and communicate with each other (qíng), and ask Qian Sangongzi to tell the head of the Qian family, and there is another private word, the old man wants to tell Qian Gongzi..."

"Uncle Lou rest assured, the juniors will tell their father when they go back, but the juniors are now going out to practice, and I don't know how long it will take to go home..."

"This is related to the old man's private conversation with the third son of Qian"

"Oh, what's the matter (qíng), please ask uncle straight. ”

"Hmm... Now that the situation on the mainland is a little moving, I am afraid that it will set off countless bloody storms like thousands of years ago, and I also ask Qian Sangongzi to return to the Money Chamber of Commerce as soon as possible to ensure the safety of himself!"

"Why is Uncle Lou like this, isn't it that the Blood Demon Sect was born with a bright face again?"

"It's this feeling, it's just that the major sects are still not sure, but all the sects that have received the news have brought all the disciples back to the sect, and the purpose of the old man's trip is also to bring back many goods and disciples from the outside world. ”

After Qian Xin heard the middle-aged Rao's words, he finally had a little solemnity in his eyebrows, and after thinking for a few breaths, he said to the middle-aged man: "Thank you Uncle Lou for your concern, the younger generation has already understood, since the situation is so rushed, please also ask Uncle Lou to go on the road first, so as not to change later!"

However, just after Qian Xin's words, from some direction, a blood-red dark arrow came, and it instantly sank into the throat of one of the accompanying disciples of the Treasure Pavilion!

Before everyone could react, a voice resounded through the snowfield, "Although the third prince of Qian is very smart, this reaction is still a step slower after all, Elder Lou, you may be buried together!"

After speaking, a demonic man in a red robe slowly walked into the sight of Zhong Rao, followed by two supreme powerhouses (shēn) wearing the same red robe and several (shēn) martial emperors wearing slightly lighter red robes.

After this group of powerhouses of the Bloody Demon Sect killed a disciple of the Martial Emperor who was accompanying the Treasure Pavilion, and now (shēn), all the disciples of the Treasure Pavilion were a little more frightened in their hearts, and looked at the people of the Bloody Demon Sect with resentment.

The middle-aged man looked at the people of the Blood Demon Sect with disgust and hatred on his face, and said: "I didn't expect that after a certain starry night in my building, I tried my best to gather disciples and supplies, and just chatted with Qian Sangongzi, and was chased by you group of Blood Demon Sect disciples who had wiped out people!"

"If you want to blame you for being too slow, it's really strange, the treasure pavilion has such financial resources, when recalling disciples and materials, it doesn't even send a flying boat, oh, that's right, your treasure pavilion master is a righteous person, and at this juncture, he must have lent out all the flying boats, but unfortunately, this result, it is your own carefully cultivated disciples who suffer. ”

"I think if he knows the news, he will tremble with anger, after all, here is not only the (xìng) lives of so many disciples and his elders, but also such nearly twenty carts of supplies, tsk, all of them are storage carriages, not the treasures in the space in this cart, just these nearly twenty carriages are worth a lot of money!"

"I really want to thank the Pavilion Master, not only for giving us so much blood and life, but also a lot of materials, Elder Ben's great work this time should be able to receive a large amount of blood pills and achieve the supreme level, and I may not be able to be appointed as the (diàn) lord of the division, this really helps me!"