The master of Huang Feng's sect smiled miserably.

In this battle, all the elders of his Huang Fengmen were wiped out.

His own brother was killed in battle.

The Taoist companion who has been with him for many years is fragrant.

Now he is the only one left, and he is just surviving.

"Ye Jian, although my Huang Fengmen is destroyed here today, it will definitely not make your little child feel better."

The master of the Huang Feng Sect stared at Ye Jian viciously, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his mouth and shot towards Ye Jian.

"Wraith Curse!"

The blood is contaminated with this black gas, like the most poisonous venom on the tip of a poisonous snake's teeth.

Ye Jian wanted to dodge, but the poisonous blood seemed to have the function of seeking enemies, and no matter how Ye Jian dodged, he couldn't avoid the poisonous blood.

The secret guard on the side saw the scene in front of him and asked the old blind man, "Blood guy, can we help him stop it!"

The old blind man's facial expression was not shocked: "It's just a person who is about to die, this resentful spirit spell is taken from the heart blood of the Divine Palace Realm powerhouse, and it is also a rare treasure blood, take him to help the old man filter out the resentment in this heart, and the old man will refine them into a pill together."

Hearing the old blind man say this, the secret guard was silent.

Ye Jian also guessed that it was impossible for the Yin Yang Holy Land to help him resist this resentful spirit curse, so he didn't take chances, and urged the Ancient Emperor Sword Technique with all his might.

His flesh shimmered with gold, confronting the Wraith Curse.

The black blood and the golden light collided, making a sound like water being boiled, and the golden light and black blood continued to dim, and finally the golden light was corroded and broken by the black blood, but most of the toxins in the black blood were also eliminated.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Jian's mouth.

Seeing that Ye Jian was hit by his own resentful spirit spell, the master of Huang Feng's sect let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, Ye Xiao Brute, if you fall under the old man's resentful spirit curse, you can only live for ten days at most. Ten days later, when the old man's grievances are entangled with your spirit, you will have to die even if you have great ability. ”

Ye Jian's face was ugly, he checked his body internally, and found that the toxin had just been contaminated into his body, and it had already invaded his heart and lungs.

Ye Jian drew his sword from the guard's hand and slashed at the head of the head like the master of the Huang Feng Sect.

At this time, the master of the Huang Feng Sect had already condensed the true qi of his whole body into the resentful spirit spell, and he had no ability to resist.

But he didn't intend to resist, his body was already riddled with holes, and there was no chance of survival.

Ye Jian slashed down with a sword, and the head of the Huang Feng Sect Master turned around in the sky and fell twice.

A generation of Huang Feng Sect masters has fallen.

"What are you doing in a daze, I feel that if you dispose of this filth, the young master will arrive tonight."

The old blind man commanded the remaining guards to clean the field.

The townsfolk in the vicinity had never seen the immortal fighting method, and some of them would lie down at the window to watch it curiously.

But in the end, the tragic scene still caused many townspeople to vomit.

They have killed chickens, ducks, pigs and cows, but when real people are brutally killed, they still can't help but feel disgusted.

"Uncle, you are injured, do you need the old slave to help you check the injury!"

The old blind man pretended to be benevolent and righteous and cared for Ye Jian.

Ye Jian's face returned to calm, and the resentment in his body was extremely difficult, but the Ancient Emperor Sword Sutra he practiced was the first level of exercise in the world. Ye Jian tried to drive away, although it had little effect, but it could also stop the further invasion of resentment.

"Not necessarily!"

Ye Jian chose to refuse, he didn't want to let the old blind man spy on his body.

The old blind man smiled when he saw Ye Jian's refusal, and he didn't force it,

In his opinion, Ye Jian would sooner or later be refined by him into a human medicine.

The curse of the powerhouse of the Divine Palace Stage in Ye Jian's body was still as usual, and the old blind man was becoming more and more satisfied with Ye Jian's body.