Sang Luo glanced at him, and he could see that this guy's hands and feet were basically broken, if it wasn't for a puppet cultivator, he was afraid that he would be a waste person now.

"I don't think you understood what I meant."

She lowered her body slightly, raised her foot and kicked him, turning the person over, and slowly spoke,

"Your life is in my hands now, if I want you to live, you will live, if I want you to die, you will have to die. It's up to me. ”

Isn't that a problem for yourself if you cure him?

The male cultivator listened and gritted his teeth,

"Then what if you kill me after I tell you?!"

Sang Luo raised his brows slightly when he listened,

"It's easy to do."

The male cultivator raised his eyes to look at her.

He was lying on his back at this moment, like a king who couldn't turn over.

He swore that he had never been so humiliated in his life as he was today.

He looked at Sangluo,

"You swear?"

The corners of the lips are slightly hooked,

"Confess me as Lord and become my servant, and I will save you."

The male cultivator's face turned green when he heard this,

"Recognize you as Lord?!"

Damn, this woman doesn't look very old, and her tone is not small.

Sang Luo didn't talk nonsense, he directly took the sword and put it on his neck, and asked him with an indifferent face,

"Choose for yourself, live or die?"

With the sword on his neck, where does he have a choice?

The male cultivator squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth,

"I'll choose students!"

It's been more than a thousand years, and he has finally lived until now, and he definitely can't die!

Sang Luo raised his hand to seal and directly punched a drop of blood into his spiritual platform.

The spiritual seal of the master and servant did not enter the spiritual platform, and the master and servant deed it.

The man closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and looked at Sang Luo with a smile,

"Please also ask the master to save me."

The big husband can bend and stretch.

Isn't it just a master-servant contract?

Never mind.

Sang Luo looked at him with a smirk on his face, and turned his head to look at Zhang Jianting,

"Save him."

Zhang Jianting didn't talk much at this time, took out an immortal pill from the storage bag and fed it to the man's mouth, and clicked a few times to catch his severed hand and foot, and said,

"It's your luck to meet the master."

The pill entered the abdomen, and under the nourishment of the medicinal power, the spiritual veins in the man's body began to be repaired.

Xinglan stood behind Song Qingyun, watching Zhang Jianting's movements, silently remembering it in his heart.

Sang Luo didn't care, just went with him.

Children are insecure and want to learn more.

After another quarter of an hour, the man recovered.

Sang Luo glanced at him,

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The man got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said,

"This land is controlled by the people of the Heaven Destroying Sect, the so-called quota is nothing but a scam, they will steal the luck of the immortals here, the aura, and even everything."

Sang Luo listened to Oh,

"Anything else?"

The man's eyes widened as he listened,

"Isn't that enough?"

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly,

"To be honest, it's not enough."

The man took a deep breath,

"If you want to get out of this place, the only way is to work together to kill immortals."

"The internal management of the Heaven Destroying Dao Ancestor is chaotic, there are not too many rules, if you kill the immortal stationed here, you can take his place, this is the only way to pass through this place."

"Extermination, replacement?"

Sang Luo laughed,

"That's interesting."

As she spoke, she looked up at the man,

"Then, if I kill the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Sect, can I also replace him and become the new Holy Son?"

The man laughed dryly,

"You're kidding."

The fourth more ~

Good night

(End of chapter)