"Where did you get your confidence?" Listening to Blood Tianqi's words full of lofty meaning, Chu Ling frowned.

Blood Tianqi glanced at Chu Ling indifferently, and sneered: "You are just an ant, my Blood Phoenix Building is a dignified Zhongzhou Great Sect, worshiped by hundreds of millions of living beings, so that this god son can personally speak and decide your life and death, I have to say that this is your chance creation?"

"Damn, are you mentally retarded? If you want me to die, do I still have to cry and kneel to thank you?" Chu Ling was furious, and angrily stretched out a middle finger.

Xuetianqi shook his head, as if he was a respected old-timer, looked at a stubborn junior, and said: "Shouldn't it be like this? ”

Chu Ling was stunned for a while, he was speechless by such a bandit logic.

Blood Tianqi had a smile on his face, as if he had ignited a demented stupid thing again, and he had a sense of accomplishment. After thinking for a while, Chu Ling asked quite seriously, "What if I just didn't die?"

Blood Tianqi was stunned for a while, his face suddenly fell, and he said, "If you don't die, naturally this god son will personally suppress it and protect the peace of this side." ”

"Fake, I'm not safe with you, am I some kind of demon or monster?" Chu Ling retorted with a roll of his eyes.

Xuetian Qi shook his head coldly: "My Blood Phoenix Building is the Great Sect of Zhongzhou, if you don't follow the insistence of my sect, you are naturally an evil demon and should be suppressed." ”

Chu Ling was completely defeated by this kind of illogical words, and at this time, he finally deeply understood that Ning would fight with smart people, and he would not say a word to stupid people.

Seeing that Chu Ling was silent, Xuetian Qi asked a little impatiently: "How, have you figured it out, do you decide it yourself, or do it yourself by this god son?" Don't waste this god son's time." ”

Chu Ling thought very seriously and replied very seriously: "Well, I have already made a decision, I should die, I don't need you to do it!"

Hearing Chu Ling's words, Xue Tianqi's face showed a hint of joy, this result was what he was most satisfied with, if he could make no effort to let this dragon riding boy bow down, wouldn't this be more than defeating him after a hard battle? After experiencing this incident, I'm afraid that his reputation for blood Tianqi would be equally divided among those great celestial figures.

However, the next moment, Chu Ling said a word, which made his face freeze suddenly.

"But I'm going to die after you fools. Chu Ling's tone was yin and yang, and his complexion also changed from solemn just now to very sinister.

Blood Tianqi changed color: "Evil beast, dare to tease this god son, I have already given you a chance, since you didn't cherish it well, then prepare to accept the anger from the Great Sect." ”

Blood Tianqi roared, he stretched out his hand casually, and from the void, he felt out a strange weapon, only to see that this was something similar to a mace, but the strange thing was that the nails on the body of this "mace" were actually made of some yellowed white paper.

As soon as the paper "mace" appeared, a cold air that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came out of thin air, like an autumn wind blowing, making everyone can't help but shudder.

Everyone's eyes were on the seemingly ridiculous mace.

"It's ...... What weapons?"

"Hehe, isn't this eldest prince coming out to be funny?"

"Haha, it's exactly this reason, a huge Blood Phoenix Building, or the chief disciple in it, can't you even find a weapon to take advantage of?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the disciples of the Blood Phoenix Building were eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, but the head of the Blood Phoenix Building, who was in charge, did not think so, the cloud was light and light, and in the indifference, there seemed to be a ridicule of these ignorant people.

Not only the Blood Phoenix Sect, but also a few old-timers, staring at the paper-paste mace, also showed a little heaviness.

"Alas, ignorance, it is true that the ignorant are fearless. Finally, an old man who was old and long-standing sighed sadly, which attracted everyone's attention.

The old man's momentum was not very strong, but his appearance was really old, and his skin was a little like the bark of a dead tree, and the old man's hair was also disordered like a horizontal branch, and he was a tree spirit.

"It's the Tree King. Someone broke the identity of this old man, and suddenly in the crowd, it caused a slight wave.

As the name suggests, the tree king is a princely level monk, this cultivation, placed in the northwest, is enough to be proud of one side, but if it is in Zhongzhou, it is very embarrassing, and the reason why the tree king can cause such a big sensation is not how good his cultivation is, but the age of the tree king.

The lifespan of an ordinary princely-level monk is already at its peak when it reaches three thousand years, and due to the cruel environment of the jungle, the average prince-level monk can only live to about two thousand years old.

And this tree king has lived for 7,000 years, which is enough to see his attainments on the road to immortality.

At the beginning, there was a great sage who was on the verge of sitting, and when he couldn't ask for a miracle medicine, he did not hesitate to put down his body and ask the king of trees for the secret method of immortality, which caused a lot of sensation in Zhongzhou, and the name of the king of trees became famous.

The sigh of the tree king made many people quiet down and listen to the old man's guidance.

The Tree King raised an arm with difficulty and stiffness, pointed to the papier-mâché mace and said: "You are lonely and unheard, how do you know that three thousand years ago, when the blood cloud half-saint was born and swept through Zhongzhou, it was precisely this stick that was used. ”

The Tree King's eyebrows moved slightly, and the withered bark fell down one after another, he was not a real tree spirit, but a real human race, and it was only because he cultivated some kind of secret method of immortality that he made himself look like this.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, this papier-mâché stick turned out to be the personal blade of the Blood Cloud Half-Saint back then! All of a sudden, he didn't dare to laugh anymore, this was a strong thought, the sage's idea, as expected, was ingenious, and he actually found such a papier-mâché stick as a weapon.

Only Chu Ling was not shocked, he had already guessed that this ghost and god mourning was most likely a mourning stick in the hands of black and white impermanence, which could beat all unjust souls, and the Blood Cloud Ancestor was brought out of the Hall of Five Senses in the sea of blood.

But so what? Chu Ling had even seen the Shura Blood Sea, and even the Blood Cloud Ancestor, would he still care about the mere mourning stick?

"Die!"

Blood Heaven Qi waved the ghosts and gods, and a tangible ripple shook the void and slashed towards Chu Ling......