Xiangyuan Road, Junshan.

In the White Crane Academy, where reading loudly in the past, there was silence at this time.

The mountain wind blew, and a sweet bloody breath went in all directions, making the mountains and forests full of commotion.

The original White Crane Academy was a house with high walls and red tiles, which was very majestic, but at this time, the study and study schools had collapsed and become a mountain of broken walls.

Yue Han, a disciple of the Venerable Sun Venerable, stood in front of Na Wenquan, holding the body of a sturdy young scholar in his hand, and a piercing tongue sticking out of his mouth was inserted into the other party's neck artery, sucking in qi and blood vigorously.

On the ground around them, there were dried corpses scattered all over the place, and they were the scholars in the White Crane Academy, many of whom still had frightened expressions on their faces.

Beside him, there was also an old man who was already dying, his whole body had been sucked into skin and bones, and he did not die completely because of his own strong foundation.

The old man with white hair and wearing a Confucian robe was the dean of the White Crane Academy and the Martial Saint powerhouse Dongfang Palace.

At this time, there were two blood holes in the chest of Dongfang Palace, his face was pale and trembling, and he was already dying.

The young scholar who was sucked was also an innate martial artist, but at this time, in Yue Han's hands, he was like a quail, without the slightest power to resist.

While struggling desperately, he said:

"You demon, I'm a disciple of the Xidong East clan! If you dare to kill my nine surnames and ten clans, just wait for ......"

Before he could finish a sentence, he had been sucked into a dried corpse, visibly withered to the naked eye.

Yue Han threw the dried corpse in his hand on the ground and burped contentedly.

Looking at the hundreds of scholars and martial artists who were sucked dry by him all over the ground, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I knew that there was such good qi and blood in this great wilderness, and he would have come a long time ago.

Although they are all raw blood that has not been transformed by the Blood Spirit Technique, it is superior in quantity, and there is some kind of power in it that is very flavorful although it is low.

Then he turned his head to look at Dongfang Palace, the dean of the White Crane Academy, who was still breathing on the side, and asked curiously:

"What are nine surnames and ten surnames? Is it a family of immortal cultivators in this great wilderness? ”

Dongfang Gong's whole body trembled, and he tried to catch his breath a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Nine surnames and ten clans are nobles who have been inherited for thousands of years in the martial country! Shangxian is killing in my White Crane Academy, there must be a misunderstanding in this, and please don't make a big mistake again, otherwise my nine surnames and ten clans will definitely let you pay for your blood debt! ”

Yue Han couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then said with a smile:

"It turned out to be a group of barbarian natives, and mortals dare to call it a family, but it's interesting."

At this moment, the Wenquan next to him shook suddenly, and then the water splashed loudly, and a wave surged up.

There was a thick blood in the waves, Yue Han hurriedly looked at it, and saw that there was a drop of red blood in the waves.

He hurriedly stepped forward and made a move to summon the drop of blood into his hand.

In the next instant, the blood droplets shattered into a cloud of blood mist, and from it came the voice of his master, the Venerable Sun Venerable:

“…… You can get the true inheritance of this seat and a blood pill for building the foundation, and when the foundation is built, this seat personally protects the Dharma ......"

Hearing the reward offered by the Venerable Sun Venerable, Yue Han's eyes couldn't help but widen, and he muttered:

"Shizun is so generous, he even took out Tsukidan!"

You must know that the spiritual energy of this heaven and earth is exhausted, even in the spiritual realm, it has long lost the conditions for refining the foundation pill, and only some blood spirit pills refined by using the qi and blood exercises are used as substitutes, and there are extremely strong side effects after building the foundation.

All genuine Tsukidan products are handed down from ancient times, and if you use one, you will have one less.

The Zhuji Dan in the hands of the Lieyang Venerable is only eligible for his personal heirs, and ordinary disciples like Yue Han are not eligible.

Now he actually took out a Zhuji Dan, as well as the inheritance of Jindan Zhenren, which can be said to be a bloody investment.

Even Yue Han was thrilled at this time.

Moreover, he knew that if he could complete this task as a personal disciple, the master would only reward him a lot.

I just don't know if after the master issued this reward order, how many disciples of the six major sects of the Chaotic Sword Immortal Alliance will come to this great wilderness?

At that moment, he hurriedly looked at the phantom that appeared after the blood droplets were shattered, and at the same time took out a jade slip, imprinting the figures of Lianyu and the man in it.

Then he pointed to the man's phantom and asked Dongfang Palace, the dean of the White Crane Academy, who was dying on the side:

"Do you know this person?"

Dongfang Palace was stunned for a moment, and then said in a trembling voice:

"This person ...... I have a portrait of this person in my White Crane Academy! This person is Li Yun, the puppet emperor of the Martial Kingdom! It's my nine surnames and ten clans' enemies! ”

Hearing this, Yue Han waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew, rolling up painting scrolls from the ruins of the main hall of the White Crane Academy, unfolding them in mid-air, and finally selecting one of them and falling into his hands.

I saw that the person painted on it was nine points similar to the man in the shadow of the blood droplet, and it should be the same person.

And on this portrait, the words "Shunlong Emperor Li Yunmixiang" are written.

It seems that someone is still looking for someone to draw it secretly.

Then he saw Dongfang Gong say to Yue Han with a sincere face:

"So that the immortals know that each of my three major martial arts holy lands has a martial saint head, commanding thirty-six million troops, and has gone to the capital, the puppet emperor Li Yun will undoubtedly be defeated, calculate the time, they should have exterminated the puppet emperor Li Yun and his puppet court by now!"

"If the Immortal is interested in this Puppet Emperor Li Yun, I can take the Immortal to search for the body of the Puppet Emperor Li Yun...... As for what happened before, it was a misunderstanding for us and others, and please ignore the previous suspicions. ”

Hearing this, Yue Han couldn't help but smile, looked down at the portrait in his hand and the blood-colored figure, and said slowly:

"Exterminate this man? Just you mortal warriors? Joke. Presumably, your so-called Chief and the Million Coalition have now been slaughtered. ”

The other party can even kill an immortal cultivator like Yan Ran who is refining qi at the fifth level, so naturally he will not be afraid of the martial saints of the three major martial arts holy lands.

Dongfang Gong couldn't help but be stunned, and then said:

"How is that possible! This puppet emperor Li Yun is just a martial saint......"

Yue Hansen smiled and said:

"You mortal is ridiculous, if this seat is good, this person is at least a sixth-level or even seventh-level immortal cultivator of qi refining, and it is more than enough to kill any martial saint."

The emperor is an immortal cultivator!?

Dongfang Palace's heart instantly set off a stormy wave, and suddenly thought of something.

Those three Martial Saints must be in danger!

How many secrets does this emperor have!?

He raised his head and was about to say something more, when he saw that Yue Han's palm suddenly poked out a tentacle like a vein, tightly wrapping his whole body, slamming it, and directly strangled him to death.

Then Yue Han shook the portrait painting in his hand, put away the jade slip, looked up at the east, and said:

"An Mortal Emperor? This reward is about to be decided! ”

Jumping up, a blood-colored long sword appeared at his feet, took him into the air, carried the Dongfang Palace, and headed towards the direction of the capital!

(End of chapter)