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Ye Zizhan, the master of the Red Leaf Gate, glanced at Wang Chuyi obliquely, and sneered: "Wang Chuyi, you are lucky, I heard that your sect master died in front of your eyes, ah, no, now you are the sect master, hahaha." ”

The corners of Wang Chu's mouth twitched, and then he smiled with the same sinister smile, and looked at Ye Zizhan: "Don't say that you have too much backbone, if you really have backbone, you won't be here today." ”

Ye Zizhan's tone was suffocated, and just as he was about to refute, Wang Chuyi walked away quickly, and said faintly: "I heard that your disciples have died a lot, and they all died in front of your eyes?" Hahaha! ”

Ye Zizhan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he spat at Wang Chuyi's back, and said in a low voice: "Fool, when the general destroys the Qingyun Sect, I want you to live rather than die." ”

The two teams that ignored each other were like two crooked tributaries, one left and one right, gradually merging into the foot of the Qingyun Sect.

At the foot of the mountain was empty, with potholes and gravel everywhere, and the cold wind blew through, a little desolate, and the shadow of the sun rose from behind the peak, reflecting the foothills to look darker and more gloomy.

There was no grand ceremony, not even a welcoming ceremony, only three lonely black figures, quietly as if three sculptures stood at the foot of the mountain.

Blood Shura Li Zong, Firefighter Zhang Lang, and Red Flower Sword Du Yu, the three of them were distinct, each more than a hundred meters apart, each facing in one direction, and there seemed to be sparks of murderous intent colliding in the air.

At the foot of the empty mountain, there was a sudden rush of people, but it was surprisingly quiet, they could feel the strange atmosphere in the field, and the biting killing intent, which made people feel chills down their spines.

The Lord of Poison Wind Valley was the last to arrive, and at a glance he saw Li Zong standing with his hands in the distance with an indifferent face, he gritted his teeth, let out a long breath, and walked over quickly.

The other party raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at him, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain, and the Lord of Poison Wind Valley hid the hatred in his heart and hurriedly followed.

Du Yu glanced at Ye Zizhan, the master of the Red Leaf Gate, and sneered inexplicably, which frightened Ye Zizhan into a thrill, and thought that his pretense of surrender had been discovered.

"Let's go!"

Du Yu said coldly.

Ye Zizhan hurriedly lowered his head, restrained the disciples behind him, and followed the long stone staircase towards the top of the mountain step by step.

After the two left, Zhang Lang touched his bald head, showed a hypocritical smile, and nodded at Wang, "Follow me into the sect!" ”

On the top of the mountain, Qin Hao put his hands behind his back, staring at the mountaineering team coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of arc, and he commanded Li Xiaoyue and Xue Lao Ghost who were standing aside: "All the disciples under the sect are scattered, as for these three sect masters, I don't have the time to distinguish who is sincere, regardless of whether he has a ghost in his heart or not, he will directly throw away the blood refining." ”

Old Ghost Xue and Li Xiaoyue nodded together, deciding their fate.

The ridiculous iron vulture's plan had no chance to be carried out at all, so it was directly crushed by Qin Hao's simple and rude manner, which made no sense at all.

A quarter of an hour later.

The three of them, Hou Shan, Wang Chuyi, Ye Zizhan, and Li Qiufeng stood in front of a white building, surrounded by nine strange-looking Qingyun Sect disciples beside them.

These disciples stared at a dark crack in the distance as if they were demons, their expressions were distorted and hideous, and their whole bodies exuded an aura of madness, as if a drowning person had grasped the last straw, with fear, despair, and an inexplicable fanaticism.

Incomprehensible.

The three sect masters had never seen such a strange expression in their lives, but at this moment, they had seen so many at once.

And not far behind them, there were four rows of men in black, all of them with indifferent expressions, their eyes full of bloodthirsty light, looking at them as if they were looking at dead people, which made them feel creepy and very uneasy in their hearts.

Farther away are Luo Yusleeve, the owner of Yunxiu Villa, and Yan Feidao, the owner of the Blue Knife Gate, these two people, of course they know each other, but they obviously can't communicate at the moment, but the deep meaning in the eyes of those two people will definitely not make people think of anything good.

"Bloodstream? What bloodstream? ”

Wang Chu pointed his ears and heard a Qingyun Sect disciple whispering next to him, and he caught this word very keenly.

Blood! Refine!

These are really two people who can feel a strong smell of blood coming to their faces, and the faces of the three of them changed greatly at the same time, and they glanced at each other.

Li Qiufeng, the valley master of Poison Wind Valley, took a step back abruptly and shouted at the black-clothed man outside, "What are you doing here? We are here to surrender to the Qingyun Sect and let us meet the Qin Sect Master. ”

The sound is like falling into the dry water of a pool, without a splash, without a single echo.

Li Qiufeng's eyes showed a strong hatred again, and his spiritual energy suddenly ran wildly, and he was about to walk out when he raised his feet.

"The sect master has an order, wait for the blood refining, and those who disobey the order will die!"

An indifferent voice came out, and then more than forty people in black shouted coldly: "Blood refining!" ”

The cold killing intent, the bloody aura, like a small tornado, pressed towards Li Qiufeng, making his right foot that he had just raised slammed, and his heart was shocked.

When did this Qingyun Sect disciple come out with so many terrifying figures?

"Poison Wind Valley Lord, Li Qiufeng?" Li Xiaoyue walked out from behind, stared at Li Qiufeng indifferently, and sneered: "Just because you are also worthy of seeing the sect master?" Either through the blood forge, or die here. ”

Li Qiufeng's face was pale, and the evil aura on the other party's body was really amazing, although it was not as good as the blood Shura Li Zong, he Li Qiufeng was conceited that a guy with a broken arm was not his opponent, but his gaze swept over the more than forty guys around him who were carved out of a mold, and the chill in his heart was even stronger.

Suddenly, his heart jumped fiercely, and a man in white came from a distance, and the arrogant guy just now naturally got out of the way.

"Lord Junmaro!"

Li Xiaoyue dodged away, for the sect master is the most important, and he is also the strongest follower, they should maintain enough respect.

If the performance of Li Xiaoyue and the others was not obvious enough, then the disciples next to Li Qiufeng who were about to participate in the blood refining lowered their heads in unison when they heard this name, and there was a trace of awe in the crazy look on their faces, which was enough to show the status of the person in the Qingyun Sect, or the strength that matched it.

Jun Malu didn't pay attention to others, just stood in place, staring at Li Qiufeng blankly, his eyes were like swords, like two white bone swords piercing Li Qiufeng's heart, making his face pale.

His intuition told him that this was a man who was even more dangerous than Blood Shura.