It's just that the people of the West Shimen didn't realize that the resources of the back mountain were already enough to support the strength of a sect, the wealth of a sect, and if they wanted to cultivate disciples with the strength of the Tianzun Realm, resources were necessary and necessary!

"The two patriarchs, I don't know that after the capture of the West Lion Gate, I don't need everything like the treasure house inside my Taiyuan Gate, I just need his back mountain to provide a place for my sect disciples to cultivate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tiancang smiled faintly.

The two patriarchs were shocked at the same time, you know, no matter how inconspicuous a sect is, it can be founded and supported for so long, there must be a reason why it is powerful, and this reason comes more from the treasure house within this sect, which is the foundation of a sect and the necessity of the development of a sect.

The eyes of the two patriarchs looking at the sky changed, this is too abnormal!

Usually, they often see that this kid often goes to the trouble of the West Lion Gate, but they didn't expect that it was just for a place that could provide a place for their disciples to cultivate, which made them breathe a sigh of relief when they were shocked.

"A place to cultivate..."Tang Hu squinted at Tiancang, this kid's vision was nothing more than that.

Hei Lao laughed, he stepped forward, stared at the towering mountain behind the West Lion Gate, thought for a while, and didn't say anything, there must be a demon beast in a mountain, compared to the treasure house, the danger will come more, and it will come deeper.

But his sect can't have any losses, nor can it have a disciple's fall, the strength of a sect's evaluation comes not only from the cultivation itself, but also from the number of sect disciples.

This disciple of the Western Lion Sect is the smallest and weakest in the Great War Holy Land, and naturally it is difficult to survive in this era of the jungle.

"It's fine. The black elder nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the two patriarchs responded at the same time, Tiancang's heart blossomed, no matter how many treasure vaults there are, no matter how good they are, there is a limit to the number, not to mention that the two sects still share a piece of the pie at the same time, and the weak will naturally be beaten by the strong.

But he is different, although the mountain is dangerous, but the heaven and earth aura contained in it, and the elixir of all things are innumerable, it is a natural treasure house, and it is also the greatest wealth of this Western Lion Gate.

It's just a pity that the dragon source of this West Lion Gate doesn't understand.

Listening to the words of the patriarchs of the three major sects, the dozen or so young disciples who had already accumulated their anger in front of the gate couldn't bear it anymore, they were part of the West Lion Gate, and this was their home!

"If you want to destroy my sect and take away the things of my sect, you have to pass our pass first!"

"That's right, you must pass our level, otherwise even if you die, you will never be spared!"

More than a dozen young disciples are full of blood, a pair of fists clenched to death, although there is no weapon in their hands, but they condense half of the spiritual power of their bodies, as long as some of these sects dare to come up, they will rise up and besiege.

No matter how weak their strength is, no matter how bad they are, they are all human beings!

"Hmph, I appreciate loyal people, but it's a pity that you follow the wrong sect. ”

The black old man smiled, his eyes looked at the flesh and skin of the dozen young men one by one, and at the corners of his mouth, the sticky wet tongue slipped through his lips, and a drop of saliva fell directly to the ground.

As the head of the sect, it should be a priority for the sect, and in order to take care of the overall situation, killing is necessary.

But he is different, the exercises he cultivates need to devour the flesh and blood of the enemy to strengthen his spiritual power, the stronger the enemy, the stronger his own strength will become after devouring, this is the mystery of the exercises.

It's just that this evil practice is regarded as a treasure in his sect, and no one dares to really cultivate it except him.

"Don't move, let me clean up these dozen little hairy heads, I haven't tasted fresh human flesh for a long time, these are the most delicious." ”

Hei Lao laughed, his black fingers gently touching his lips, and the longing in his eyes made the circles under his eyes gradually redden.

Standing on the top of the steps, the bodies of more than a dozen young disciples trembled, and what the black-clothed old man said, especially from his greedy eyes, there was a strong aura of death that was quietly spreading.

Death is death, and you have to devour flesh and blood to strengthen yourself, and the end of having no bones is worse than any way to die.

"This—" The man at the head shuddered and took a few steps back.

Behind him, more than a dozen young disciples swallowed their saliva, they could die for the sake of the sect, they could sacrifice for the sect, but this old man's gaze was really terrifying, it was the real fear from the depths of their souls!

"Feel scared now?" the black old man smiled proudly and said, "It's a pity it's late!"

As soon as the words fell, a few drops of thick blood dripped from his black five fingers, the erosive smell was really choking, and the murderous intent loomed in his eyes, and the moment a drop of blood landed, his body gradually faded in place, as if any object could penetrate his body and see the person standing behind him.

"It's... What kind of exercise is this?" Not only the dozen or so elders, but even the heavenly firmament became frightened.

Tang Hu smiled lightly, "Among his sects, there is a practice that is regarded as an evil thing by all sects, and cultivators must devour a large amount of flesh and blood to be able to strengthen themselves, otherwise there will be no progress in cultivation, and the person who is devoured will never be reborn, and his soul and flesh will become his nutrients, so few sects dare to fight him head-on." ”

In this world... There is such a weird and terrifying exercise...

Tiancang took a deep breath, he stared blankly at the slowly disappearing black old man, and his fists couldn't help clenching.

Fortunately, this is just to deal with the West Lion Sect, if it is changed to his sect, I am afraid that he will already become the mouth of the black elder.

"Everyone be careful, this old man's exercises are very weird!"

The man at the head seemed to have discovered a clue, and pulled many young disciples back and forth.

Around him, strange spiritual power fluctuations quietly spread, suppressing their spiritual power, and some of them were difficult to exert.

But at this moment, a young disciple on the far left suddenly became in severe pain, accompanied by a painful whimper, he was lifeless, from the corner of his mouth, the black blood was overflowing, and the stiff left arm hung down directly, and he couldn't die anymore.

In just a few seconds, a disciple had already died unconsciously, let alone a minute!

"Senior brother!" beside the dead disciple, a thin disciple shouted in fear and collapsed to the ground.