Meng Sanbai seemed to be watching a farce, and a sly smile bloomed on his resolute face. Compared with the disciples of the Demon Sect, he felt amused when he saw these cowardly and unbearable outer disciples of the Desolate Sect in front of him, but he didn't expect that the famous Desolate Sect in the Great Wei Empire was full of people who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

This is the so-called cultivation place that everyone in the Wei Kingdom yearns for?

The Demon Sect in the unknowable land of Fengxue Ridge, although the disciples may not be as many as the disciples of the Desolate Sect, but there are thousands of people, all of whom are outlaws who wander the world, some have killed people, and some have defected from the battlefield, it is Meng Sanbai who gave them the opportunity to reform themselves and let them be reborn, so the people of the Demon Sect worship Meng Sanbai as a god, the Demon Sect does not believe in the God of Annihilation, only believes in Meng Sanbai, the sky does not give birth to Meng Sanbai, the Demon Sect is like a long night, he is the eye of the dark Fengxue Ridge, without this eye, the land of the Demon Sect of the Wind and Snow Ridge will always fall into darkness。

Meng Sanbai opened his mouth and said, "How about it, how are the four elders thinking about it? I don't have so much time to waste here, even if you don't say it, after I kill all of you, I can always find the key to the dungeon of the Poor Mountain by looking for him for a few months." I hope you don't let me down. ”

The temperature of the air was decreasing sharply, Meng Sanbai in the purple qi barrier coughed dryly, after the release of the Youhua, his body became a lot more fragile, although his body still maintained a normal temperature, but I don't know why the organs were faintly cold. The snow fell on his hair and cheeks, and the face with the black mark was more mature and handsome.

"It seems that I still use less subtlety in the future of this ghostly flower, otherwise I really can't help tossing, and one backlash is worse than the other. Meng Sanbai said to himself, thinking that if he had to wait for the four elders to do it, then he could only use the Youhua again, even if the backlash was strong, he had to find the key to open the Poor Mountain, otherwise the next time he came to Xiliang, he didn't know that it was the Year of the Monkey.

Just when the disciples of the Desolate Sect were in fear that everyone would not be able to protect themselves, there was a sudden sound of falling from the steps behind them, "Plop-plop-"

Everyone followed the sound, and on the steps seven meters behind the barrier, a young man covered in bruises was sitting on the ground clutching his chest.

"Hello, my name is Shang Yunmu. The boy touched his head and said, dressed in tattered clothes and bright red bloodstains, as if everyone had seen a soul seducer from hell.

Shang Yunmu actually came here following the guidance of the slave of the sect, and just wanted to step into the gate of the corridor in front of the Haiquan Pavilion, he put one hand on the wooden door, but he didn't expect his hand to slip, he directly pushed the door open, fell on the stairs, and then rolled down. Falling from the one-meter-high steps, his already scarred body became even hotter, as if he was being scorched, and it was even more uncomfortable to see everyone focusing on him again.

"Who are you?" Meng Sanbai also seemed to be attracted to Shang Yunmu, and looked at him with interest, his tone was not as disdainful as he had when he dealt with the major elders before, but as gentle as water, because he felt the evil aura emanating from the young man's body. As a cultivator at the peak of the Demon Sect, of course he knew that such an evil aura was by no means an ordinary thing, just by being able to stand here through the Soul Suppression Gate, it was already extraordinary. Meng Sanbai hid the demonic qi on his body and forcibly suppressed the demon exercises before he passed the Soul Suppression Gate, and Shang Yunmu obviously had no evil qi on his body, how did he pass the Soul Suppression Gate......

"As I just said, my name is Shang Yunmu. I'm here to see Sect Hua to treat my leg injury. Shang Yunmu looked at the kind-looking man in the Haiquan Pavilion and had no hostility towards him, and he had a good impression of him.

But Shang Yunmu glanced at the elders living around the man, and probably had some guesses in his heart, the man was an uninvited guest who broke into the Desolate Sect like him, and it caused a lot of sensation.

It has been seven days since the snake venom entered the bloodstream, and if it is not treated, this leg will be useless. Shang Yunmu knew that if he wanted to ask Hua Tuo to treat himself, then he had to become an outer disciple first, so as a poster, he had to draw a line with this man who seemed to be incompatible with the Wild Sect and make his position clear!

Shang Yunmu glared at Meng Sanbai and said, "I'm the one who came here to cultivate! I have just seen what you have done, you are about to let them go! I just vaguely heard them discussing that you are the devil!"

The young man's eyes were like torches, and his attitude of no fear and neither humility nor arrogance made Meng Sanbai feel admired, on the other hand, the kneeling disciples of the sect around the Donghuang Bell were really a bunch of waste, waste materials!

"Are you trying to save them?" Meng Sanbai pointed at the disciples of His Excellency Hai Quan's sect suspiciously, his eyes seemed to be mocking that no one in the entire Desolate Sect could not face him, in fact, it was true, as the peak of the Eight Extremes Realm, he had few opponents in the entire Northern Realm, and this was his capital.

"No, in fact, I don't know them, and I don't want to save them, I just want to save myself, only Hua Tuo can save my life, so I want to protect this sect!"

"Can you understand what I mean?" Shang Yunmu felt that the man in front of him looked so kind and wanted to be close to him. But in his heart, he was actually amazed, because the man's aura was really strong, and he was the most majestic man he had ever seen, even if he went to the county town with Father Xu to buy goods before, and happened to see the county guard Ma Teng riding a high horse on the long street, and he had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, it was nothing more than that.

"Desperate?" Meng Sanbai seemed to hear a big joke, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "You can't seem to cultivate......! Scrap wood!"

"Yes. Shang Yunmu replied categorically, as if he was stating a fact.

"Do you think you can beat me?" Meng Sanbai looked at Shang Yunmu's thin body, thinking that the young man in front of him was obviously so weak, and he still had to come out to be strong, it was really too much for him to be strong.

"No, you can't. Shang Yunmu still replied firmly, and his categorical tone sounded a little more tragic and tragic as if he were at home.

Meng Sanbai smiled even more kindly, "Then why do you want to fight with me?"

Shang Yunmu lowered his head, was silent for a while, pointed to his right leg and said, "I said it, because I need Mr. Hua Tuo to heal my leg." ”

"One leg?" Meng Sanbai glanced at the young man's right leg, and sure enough, there was a hint of abnormality, "You are poisoned." ”