Song Ziyu was like a tongue twister, which made Huang Ruofei break through the defense on the spot.

After holding it for a long time, as if he was constipated, Huang Ruofei said, "I want to ......."

As soon as Song Ziyu put it down, the flying sword flew back with a "whoosh".

Well, Huang Ruofei's face has been saved.

Of course!

All this was intentional by Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyu is confident and has absolute strength, and he can directly break Huang Ruofei's natal flying sword.

But I didn't.

Because even if he directly beat Huang Ruofei to death, he would not be able to achieve his goals and requirements!

What he has to do is to take control of the entire Hualong Sect in his hands.

And now he killed Huang Ruofei with his own hands, in exchange for the same hatred and hostility of the Hualong Sect and the vigilance and hostility of the Righteous Path Cultivation Sect......

Based on this consideration, Song Ziyu deliberately let go and put the flying sword back.

Although he can't kill Huang Ruofei now, he can't be less deterrent.

Song Ziyu has reason to believe that he has given Huang Ruofei enough psychological deterrence.

This guy shouldn't want to kill people at every turn, right?

Really!

Seeing that he couldn't beat him, Huang Ruofei returned to the path of reasoning.

"Fellow Daoist, you are an outsider, why do you want to help the traitors of this sect?"

Huang Ruofei stared at Song Ziyu and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will be the enemy of the entire Hualong Sect and the entire True Dao of Cultivation?"

To say that this Huang Ruofei is indeed a bit level, as soon as he comes up, he will go online, ready to button Song Ziyu's hat.

Another person encountered this threat, and it is estimated that his heart trembled slightly.

But Song Ziyu didn't accept the invitation at all, but said lightly: "Huang Zhangjiao, it's not interesting for you to say that, I came to you as a support for the Hualong Sect before, and I was at your disposal, you shouldn't have transferred me to Yangcheng. You know that the main force of the Corpse Demon Sect is attacking Yangcheng, but you still want me to go to Yangcheng, isn't this just asking me to fill the pit as cannon fodder?"

"Fellow Daoist, you're wrong! How could I possibly know about the situation in Yangcheng? If I had known that the Yin Nine Poles would personally take action, I would definitely not have let you die." Huang Ruofei explained.

Song Ziyu shook his head and said, "Master Huang, look at what you said wrong, I don't care if you know that the Yin Nine Poles are in Yang City, but you miscalculated one thing, that is, you overestimated the strength of the Yin Nine Poles, not only did he fail to help me, but he was also tortured by me."

As soon as this statement came out!

The whole square was boiling!

"What? What is he talking about?"

"He said he tortured the Yin Nine Poles?"

"He's not lying, is he?"

"How is this possible?"

"Who is the cathodopole?"

"That's a murderous thing!"

"How could he possibly fight the Yin Nine Poles?"

The monks in the square, especially the old monsters who were in high positions in the infancy of the righteous path, had very surprised expressions, or rather horrors.

These righteous primordial infant monks have all dealt with the eight veins of the Demon Sect!.Ь.

Both sides have a deep feud in the sea of blood!

And in the eyes of which sect the Yin Jiuji is, they all carry the murders of the same sect.

But people can't help that guy at all.

Because that guy is one of the most terrifying demons of the Demon Sect.

Even those monks of the Righteous Path, in the late Yuan Infant Stage, faced with the Yin Nine Poles, at most they only had the ability to protect themselves, and they wanted to torture the Yin Nine Poles?

How can it be?

So!

When Song Ziyu's words came out.

The expressions of the group of people were surprised and they looked completely disbelieving!

Their eyes widened and their mouths wide open, as if they were about to swallow the whole world.

Someone's eyebrows are furrowed!

Someone had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Someone stood stiffly.

Someone's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and his knuckles turned white.

Someone was breathing quickly and irregularly, and his chest was heaving violently, as if he was going to suffocate at any moment.

It doesn't matter who it is!

Their faces were filled with expressions of incredulity and shock, and there was a hint of confusion and confusion in their eyes.

Some of the monks looked at each other, trying to find the true answer in each other's eyes, but found nothing.

Their lips trembled slightly, trying to say something, but they couldn't make a sound.

Say what?

What can be said?

What else can be said?

The expressions of the group were full of astonishment and disbelief, and the hearts were shaken so hard that it took time to digest and understand the news.

"Humph! You're kidding!" Huang Ruofei tried to calm himself down so that no one could see his panic.

"Jokes?"

Song Ziyu said, "I just think you're funny!"

"Impossible! If Yin Jiuji personally arrives in Yang City, you will definitely not have a chance to live."

Huang Ruofei said.

"That's it!"

One of the monks said, "I don't believe it at all."

Some people questioned it, and Song Ziyu's situation was a little embarrassing.

Because the monks came to their senses one after another, they criticized Song Ziyu verbally and wrote.

"This guy is 100 percent bragging!"

"Can he sling the nine poles of the cathode? Do you believe him or do you believe that I am the Jade Emperor?"

"I don't believe what he says, I don't believe in punctuation!"

"I don't know where the clown came from."

"How dare you make a splash here." A monk from the Red Flame Sect shouted, "That demon of the Yin Nine Poles, I have seen him crush my Jindan stage master with one claw."

The Blood Knife Ancestor glanced at his disciples and grandchildren, and rarely did not retreat, because the Blood Knife Ancestor also remembered some bad past events.

If he hadn't run fast enough, if Senior Brother Zhu hadn't been a substitute for the dead, then he would have died a very bad death.

Thinking of this, the cold sweat on the Blood Knife Ancestor's face began to overflow.

Not far away, Xue Wanyi also looked at Song Ziyu uncertainly, and then looked at Master Runi: "Senior sister, do you believe his words?"

The nuns gritted their teeth and did not dare to speak for a long time.

Because Runi Shitai is not sure.

What kind of person is the Yin Nine Poles, that is the most terrifying big devil question in the eyes of the righteous path monks!

So?

So what is this?

Almost everyone did not believe in Song Ziyu's words, and even became hostile.

There is no other reason, the victim's psychology is just a problem.

Recalling the fear brought to them by the Yin Nine Poles, people are more willing to believe that everyone is weak, and they are not willing to believe that Song Ziyu has strength.

So what is the best way to do it?

That is the slander of the same enemy!

slandered Song Ziyu and made him dare not talk nonsense anymore.

But!

In front of people of absolute strength and absolute self-confidence, this kind of denigration is simply a joke.

Song Ziyu slowly raised his hand, and an item in his hand was gently thrown into the air.

Everyone looked up with a very surprised expression.

It was a badge.

It's not a simple badge!

It was Song Ziyu who promised to spare the life of Yin Jiuji that day, and the Corpse Demon Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect Token offered by Yin Jiuji!

The Corpse Demon Sect has rules, and when you see the Sect Master's token, it is like seeing the Sect Master himself, and the big and small demon cultivators of the Corpse Demon Sect must obey his orders.

"I believe some people still know this thing!" Song Ziyu said lightly.

"You...... How can you have the Sect Master Token of the Corpse Demon Sect?"

A cultivator of the Heavenly Dao Academy

The soldier stood up tremblingly.

The monk was too old to look good, and his hair was completely white, as if covered with snowflakes.

His body was emaciated, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His back was on his back, like a withered tree, ready to fall at any moment.

His legs trembled so badly that he needed to stand up with a cane.

His fingers were shriveled like dead branches, and his muscles were exposed, making him look unusually fragile.

The old man's face was like a dried chrysanthemum, and he kept coughing when he spoke.

However, no one dares to underestimate the identity of the old man.

As one of the thirteen sects of the righteous path, the Yayin Scholar of the Heavenly Dao Academy is a rare erudite and talented person in the cultivation realm.

Back then, Bachelor Yayin encountered the Yin Nine Poles, and he was able to escape alone, even so, it had already made Bachelor Yayin famous.

But even so, Bachelor Yayin still fell ill.

"Fellow Daoist, you know that your thing is the sect master token of the Corpse Demon Sect, can you lend me a look?"

Bachelor Yayin asked with a shudder.

"And then."

Song Ziyu threw the token to Master Yayin as if he was throwing a piece of scrap iron.

This action is very frivolous.

In the eyes of everyone, this action alone is enough to show that the thing in Song Ziyu's hand is definitely not genuine, but an out-and-out fake.

Because no one will throw away the treasures of the Corpse Demon Sect as garbage.

This is not only disrespectful to treasures, but also disrespectful to intelligence.