"Huang Kou'er, don't think that if you cultivate evil arts, your cultivation will skyrocket, you can kill us and other orthodox monks, and evil monks like you will not only be unable to advance towards immortals, but also unable to reproduce, be human beings and monks!"

"This... Elder Lou, you are wrong, your mistake is outrageous, the secret method taught by the predecessors of the current immortal realm of my Blood Demon Sect can not only cultivate into an immortal like you, but also pass on the ancestry to the next generation, and your consistent thinking needs to be changed. ”

"Of course, my Blood Demon Sect is also very benevolent, the great sect master let out the words, those who are obedient can not only cultivate the divine path of our Blood Demon Sect, but also ensure that their current cultivation will not decline, become the messenger of God, unify this continent for God, bring faith to God, and God will give us countless treasures!"

"Hehe, God, just by virtue of you demons, there will still be gods to take care of you?

"Elder Lou, you are wrong again, but I will forgive you, great sect master, as long as you surrender and serve our great god together, you traitors can not blame the past!"

"God is merciful, and the great suzerain is also merciful, I can give you three choices, one is surrender, one is death, and the other is to dawn (rì), we will slaughter you all!"

Who doesn't know that in the daytime, the strength of you demons above the Martial Emperor will drop significantly, and the higher your cultivation, the higher the decline, but now your strength is only strong at night, and you and Uncle Lou can still talk as if they don't care at this time?"

"Mr. Qian is really smart, people, is your Mr. Qian very suitable to be our companion, and he is still thinking about us here, so let's do it, Mr. Qian, if you surrender, I will definitely say a few more good words for you, so that you have a higher status, what do you think?"

"Snort... Forget it, I'm afraid that I don't want to slaughter you all, let me be famous on the continent again, demon, you may not know, I Qian Xin likes to do things in a low-key manner, I'm more introverted, I don't want to be famous on the continent again, otherwise I will be ashamed!"

"Fatty, what are you doing here, I just developed a new poison, and I want to try it with them!"

As soon as Shi An's voice fell, the demon led by the leader said with an ugly face: "Son, who are you?

"Are you talking to me? You demon is really stupid, you have to pick someone to gather your accomplices, look at the fat man, just like him, you all know who it is, but I, you don't know?"

"There is little nonsense, I don't want you to die under my knife without even a name, this makes me feel so unaccomplished, quickly report your name, Qian Xin's friend must be even if he is not the top ten princes, it is not much the same, the great sect master, the self-proclaimed righteous monk, if you can't accept it, you will be killed, and the first place is you young talents!"

"Yo, you devil is really talking, fat man, do you hear, he's praising us. ”

"Ann, you won't be scared anymore, let's start to soften......"

"I don't know, demon, listen up, your grandfather will not change his name or surname, he is one of the top ten sons of the Zhenwu Continent, and the poisonous son Shi An is also. ”

After finishing, Shi An pointed to Mo Jianxin, who was still dancing the sword, and said: "This is my brother and the fat man, known as the Great Desert Shura, you have a heart, if you are afraid, run away quickly!"

"Young Master Qian, Gongzi An, tsk, two of the top ten sons, this desert Shura must not be far behind, why do you want to surrender together?"

"(jiàn) (jiàn), he looks down on us, what are you going to do?"

Mo Jianxin, who was dancing the sword, heard Shi An's ridiculous words, and said concisely: "An, you talk a lot of nonsense, call me again when you fight!" After that, the broken sword in the dancer's hand continued, as if he was not worried about his situation at all.

After Shi An and the others heard this, they immediately shook their heads in boredom, Qian Xin smiled and said to the demon who took the lead: "Evil demon, heart, fat man, I have prepared a big array for you, see if you can't resist it!"

Just after Qian Xin's words, before the demon could react, he saw that the people on the side of him had begun to dance for some reason, and while dancing, they were still holding long knives and carving deep (yù) knife marks on their rao (shēn).

The demon leader looked at his subordinates who were killing each other, and couldn't help but shout loudly, trying to pull them out of the environment, however, it was all in vain, he shouted for a long time, covered his hoarse voice, looked at the remaining two supremes, and after the two heads, the three of them immediately stood in a triangle and cut their arms.

Slowly, their mouths spit out a series of jerky and incomprehensible spells, and with these spells, the blood that had been frozen on the Lin slowly began to rise, gradually passing over their heads, and floating in the empty Zheng

I saw that this mass of blood began to change constantly, sometimes it was a baby, sometimes it was an old man, sometimes it was a young man, sometimes it was a charming (jiāo) woman.

It's just that the person transformed by this mass of blood is only the size of a palm, as if any person can just slap it apart!

At this moment, one of the Martial Emperor disciples of the Treasure Pavilion rushed into the air, condensed most of the true qi of the whole (shēn), and fell with one palm, straight into the blood.

However, to everyone's surprise, the mass of blood seemed to have life, and it instantly became a child-like person, leaping to its feet and dodging the attack of the Martial Emperor disciple.

Under the undivided gaze of everyone, the person jumped again, rose into the air, and then instantly disintegrated itself, turning into a large number of blood droplets, and attached (shēn) to nearly half of the disciples of the Martial Emperor one by one.

After two breaths, the attached disciple muttered an unknown incantation, and then took out his weapon and wiped it off the neck of the self (shēn).

In the exclamation of the crowd, those disciples fell down in unison. Qian Xin, Shi An, and Mo Jianxin, who had just stopped dancing the sword, immediately rushed to their (shēn) to check their breath and vitality.

However, these fallen disciples have no previous vigor and vitality except for dead silence (shēn).

Just as a few people were looking at it, (yù) wanted to avenge them and kill the people who were the leader, something unexpected happened (qíng).

Their hands were firmly grasped at this moment, as if they were bound by cold handcuffs, and they could not pull the slightest.