More than a dozen people from the mighty dart bureau pulled out various weapons, and made a joint move "Eight Desolate Arrows", and countless lights and shadows roared and shot out.

"Sizzle!" "Sizzle!" "Sizzle!" A white light was like water, condensed into thousands of silver streams and poured into the sky, and countless silver arrows flew towards Yin Xian.

When Yin Xian raised his eyes and saw it, he shouted: "Tiefole, you are waiting for a good time, you want to find death, Lao Tzu, it will be fulfilled together, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

More than a dozen dart bureau personnel, killing all kinds of sharp weapons, gathered into a ball of light and burst open, splashing down like water.

Yin conspicuously saw that he was about to be cut into a pile of flesh by the falling blade.

Yin Xian saw that it was not good, he lightly opened his lips and chanted a curse: "Babbling ma-la-dong!

As soon as the word "boom!" came out, Yin Xian shook the peachwood sword, drew a few paths on his body, and quickly turned around a few times, and the whole human form turned into a red peony.

Suddenly, a peony flower spun and rose, and the red light flew in all directions.

Tie Fowler shook the iron Buddha in his hand, an iron Buddha, and sprinkled ten thousand rays of light and flew arrows.

"Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" The light was all over the world, and it rolled into a whirlpool-like road, flying towards the red peony flower.

"Squeak!" "Squeak!" "Squeak!" The Buddha's light is shining in all directions, and the red peony opens its petals, sucking the light into the stamen......

The Iron Buddha stirred up wisps of Buddha light, which gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

How could the blade light emitted by the rest of the dart masters withstand the sharp slash of the red peony?

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Wherever the red peony light wave went, the sound of weapons breaking sounded one after another.

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!" A puff of smoke rose up the space, and the pungent smell of burnt fire hit the olfactory nerves.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Countless broken blades fell to the ground, and the surroundings were quiet and silent, and the silence was a little scary.

Yin Xian has not used the peachwood sword to kill people, under the attack of more than a dozen martial arts masters, he is still afraid of his nether demon skills, can he resist the opponent's joint attack, and die in a foreign land, and the soul is in the wilderness......

Yin Xian struck out a sword, turning into a crimson peony flower, and pieces of broken blades fell from the sky, and he looked up at it calmly.

There was silence in the fighting arena, and there was a figure there! A dozen dart masters disappeared into thin air......

Yin Xian knew that as soon as the peachwood sword came out, the flying sword was killed, and no one could hide from a sword without dying, he was ecstatic in his heart, no one on the rivers and lakes was invincible, from then on, he was the boss of the demon leader, and this overlord's seat belonged to him!

However, the strength of alone is limited after all, to collect twelve disciples to refine the Netherworld Demon Skill, and then to recruit troops and horses to receive disciples, when the time comes, to re-emerge from the mountain, and then fight with the white road figures, Lao Tzu has always been brutal, and he decided to sweep the entire martial arts and kill all those righteous men and gentlemen, even if it is a bloody river and lakes, it is also at the expense.

Feng Motou saw the shocking scene just now, the person who came was a fifty-year-old man, wearing a black windbreaker, a sword to kill people flying away, smoke filled the air, there was nothing in front of him, he couldn't be frightened again, so his soul flew away and fainted.

Yin Xian looked at Feng Motou's dead space, and then bent down and pinched his nose.

Feng Motou snorted, and then woke up quietly, he opened his eyes and stared at the air in a daze, as if he wanted to see something, but his eyes seemed dull and a little flustered.

"Old man, fly out a sword and kill the personnel of the Mighty Dart Bureau, you don't hurry up, let's take it as a disciple first, and quickly follow up the mountain to practice the magic technique!" Yin Xian wanted to find people with the same path to fight the world together and become the overlord of the next generation of heaven.

Feng Motou saw such a powerful magic skill, a peachwood sword, one move can kill many dart masters, and he didn't see the flesh and blood flying, only the dust and mist covering the sky, and after that, a scorching smell filled the space, dissipated without a shadow, and the bones remained, which was really a rare thing in the world and a rare thing in the world.

Feng Motou heard that this fifty-year-old man wanted to accept himself as a disciple, he was overjoyed, this is a God-given opportunity, it is time to have a beginning, the strong rivers and lakes are no longer far away, he turned over and lay at Yin Xian's feet, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed: "The master is above, the disciple is kowtowing to the old man! ”

Yin Xian helped Feng Motou up, he comforted him: "Feng Motou, your name is good! A head is as big as a fence bucket, and the master will give you a gangster name, called 'Big-headed Idiot Demon', and his style of action should be like an idiot monster, shoot and kill, vicious and ruthless, and kill the white Taoist people when they hear the devil's color, and your reputation will shock the rivers and lakes to deter the world, and become a generation of bloodthirsty devils." ”

"Master, under your careful cultivation, the disciple is by no means a grass chicken, thank you here in advance, and when you become a demon in the morning, you will become a bloodthirsty devil, killing the white Taoist characters and throwing corpses all over the field, they are shocked when they hear the demons, and they faint in fright when they see the demons. Feng Motou, who was beaten by the mighty dart bureau personnel, was still palpitating when he thought of that scene when he was frightened, he poured out a bitterness in his heart, and complained with snot and tears.

Yin Xian has suffered the losses of the white road people, and has always kept it in mind, he is a person who will be revenged, with a strong revenge mentality, to slaughter all the martial arts white road people, with cruelty and brutality: "Disciple, it is not too late for the gentleman to take revenge for ten years, not to mention the devil to vent his hatred! That cares about ten years and five years, the master wants to find twelve disciples, practice the Netherworld Demon Skill, when will you wait for the refinement to go down the mountain, chase and kill the heroes of the White Dao, let's play the banner of the Red Flower Society, attack the city and plunder the pond to seize the territory, kill all the people who resist and recalcitrant, and raise the prestige of my demon generation." ”

Yin Xian and Feng Motou were gossiping and walked towards Qinling Mountain.

Feng Motou had a few brothers and sisters who worshiped the thieves, and in order to become the first disciple of the fifty-year-old man, he had to establish his position first, and obviously refused to take Yin Xian to the nest where the robbers were hiding, to find these robbers and bandits, and he followed him up the mountain.

Not long after, Yin Xian led Feng Motou to Qinling Mountain and walked towards the mouth of a cave.

Feng Mo looked at the entrance of the cave, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, come and see! The word 'Demon Cave' seems to be carved on the top of the cave entrance!"

Yin Xian was shocked when he heard this, he couldn't help but raise his head and go to the entrance of the cave, sure enough, the words "Demon Cave" were faintly carved, with a sense of ambiguity, due to the fact that the handwriting gradually weathered and worn out over the years, into a faint peeling shape, if you don't take a closer look, you can still see it there!