"Those little minions, when they die, they die. The long-bearded man didn't care about the life and death of those people, but it was the same sect leader who suddenly returned that made him pay a lot of attention.

"That Shu Shu and Xue Ya have returned from nowhere with a few extraordinary cultivators, I'm afraid it will hinder our plans. How can I say that Xue Ya is also the first person to correct the Dao in the past, but he is not an ordinary person. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were cloudy, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with the two sudden obstacles.

"It's not just an obstacle, it's a formidable enemy. I heard that Shu Shu once singled out the Flying Feather Gate Taishang Elder Mu Xun did not fall behind at all, Mu Xun that old guy, but he was the supreme cultivator of the Tribulation Period. ”

What does this mean, that is, Shu Shu is at least the first stage of the Tribulation Period.

"There is also a Xue Ya, a Mahayana monk. ”

The bearded man reminded, "Don't underestimate this man. ”

"I naturally know that Xue Ya thought he was a decent monk, but for a woman... Hmph, presumably as long as Shu Shu aims the tip of his sword at us, he is a sharp sword under Shu Shu. ”

"Heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, as it has been since ancient times. What about the killing god in the sect?" the long-bearded man raised his eyebrows, and his unfinished words were self-evident.

The middle-aged man lifted his eyelids and sneered: "It's all stupid." ”

Fools? Confused for a woman, isn't it a fool.

"Tell that killing god to go to the blood pool, today's tempering should begin!!"

The long-bearded man swept his sleeves, Shi Shiran got up, and said with a smile: "I don't know how long that killing god can last." ”

The middle-aged man leaned back with his arms outstretched, and the curved back of the chair seemed to have been specially designed for him, allowing him to recline his back into it. The lazy posture made his whole person a lot easier, and his speech was not as indifferent as Fang Cai.

"No matter how long it takes, you can appease him well, and deal with Shu Shu and others, he will be of great use!!"

"Yes!"

The long-bearded man bowed and retreated, leaving the middle-aged man alone in the quiet room, where he leaned and did not move, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

There were no lights or windows in the house, only a glimmer of light that could not be concealed from the crack in the door shone into the room, and the bright light went on and out, casting a little light on the middle-aged man's face. The ghost face that reflected the ravines was even more terrifying than the Rakshasa mask.

The man in black curled up in the room, his whole body trembling, his eyes closed, drops of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his lips white, and he tried his best to endure the torture of illness.

Bo was shrouded over his head to cover his face, making it difficult for outsiders to see his expression at this time, but the shoulder was not favored by Bo, and the shoulder with a long whiplash was so bare in the air, maybe it was too long, and the blood on the wound had already coagulated.

The owner of the wound left it alone, as if it were not himself, as if the body was not his own.

"Knock knock!!" there was a soft knock on the door, and a disciple outside the door was nervously waiting for a reaction inside.

The ears of the people in the quilt moved, and he heard the sound outside the door, but he didn't want to pay attention, he wanted to nest in this little quilt, not going anywhere, not listening to anything.

The knocker waited for a long time and didn't hear a sound in the room, but he wasn't in a hurry, it happened every day. He knocked on the door again, then spoke loudly.

"Evil King, it's time for treatment, Yao Lao invites you to go to the blood pool. ”

The man on the bed finally reacted, and he slowly lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed. The unconscious appearance of the movement resembles the legendary walking dead.

The man's eyes opened, and his face was unobscured by the Rakshasa mask, revealing a face that did not match the name of the evil king and the demon king.

Xu has not seen the sun on his face for a long time, and he may be in poor health and disease, his complexion is excessively white, and even his lips are not as ruddy as ordinary people, and he looks pale. But those eyebrows, eyes, and facial features all revealed that they were incompatible with this evil cloud sect.

When he turned his face, if Shu Shu, who gave him a whip, was here, he would definitely be surprised. This person is Meng Wu, who was abolished by her and cultivated all his body.

"Hmm. He replied softly, as if answering the message outside the door.

The people outside the door finally breathed a sigh of relief and answered.

"The little one is waiting outside the door, please hurry up. And when he had said this, he waited there with his head bowed, not expecting an answer from those who were in the door.

Sure enough, the people inside the door stopped talking.

The man sitting up on the bed sat there for a moment, then slowly got up, put on his cloak and mask, and finally looked around.

The whole house was empty, with no decoration or superfluous things. He frowned slightly, here ...... Sure enough, it's not home.

"Let's go!"

He stepped out of the room and strode towards the pool of blood that the disciple had spoken. The disciple closed the door and hurriedly followed him.

He stepped into the cave where the pool of blood was, and the disciple who followed closely behind him stopped outside the door and did not step forward again.

The cave was brightly lit, and all sides were covered with black stones, which were stained with scarlet, like the blood that spurted out when killing people.

In the center of the cave there was a blood-colored pool that could hold dozens of people, and I don't know what was at the bottom, and the water surface of the pool kept surging and rolling.

The pool was not bubbling like hot water, but like a pool of demons under hell, in which unwilling demons struggled and churned, with a shrill cry or two from time to time.

The demon wants to crawl out of the painful hell and return to the human world.

There was only a man in a long beard and robe, and he was fiddling with something at the table next to the pool of blood, and the green-green and blue-blue potions were dissolved, filtered, mixed and separated in his hands, and finally a bowl of liquid of unknown substance was poured out.

He picked up the bowl of the unknown liquid and handed it to the evil king wearing the Rakshasa mask, motioning for him to drink it.

Without blinking, the evil king picked up the bowl and drank the thing in one gulp. The next moment, his right hand suddenly flung out, and slammed the empty bowl against the wall with a click, and he grabbed his throat, opening his mouth but unable to speak.

His body began to change, blue at once, green at once. The body is also constantly distorted, either becoming huge or shrinking to a very small size.

His steps were vague, and after staggering a few times, he fell to the ground on his knees, and then his entire upper body fell to the ground, and his muscles flared up, obviously extremely uncomfortable.

The bearded man watched coldly, no matter how painful the man on the ground was, as if he didn't see it, but turned around and cleaned up the mess on the table with great interest.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the pain of the man on the ground finally subsided, and the long-bearded man gave him a look. His eyes swept him from head to toe and he nodded in satisfaction.

"It worked out well today. ”

The bearded man rolled up his sleeves and bent down to drag the man on the ground to the edge of the pool of blood. However, at a distance of just a few meters, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He straightened up and gasped for air, this is really tiring to drag someone.

"The old man is so old that he still drags you like this every day, and the old bones all over his body are about to fall apart. ”

He took a deep breath and finally evened out his breath.

"Next time, I'll let you fall right here, so I don't have to drag this one. The bearded man grumbled, shook his sleeves, and kicked it with all his might.

"Go down to you!!"

With a 'plop', the people on the ground who had been tortured to the point of not having the slightest strength were ruthlessly kicked into the pool of blood.

The moment he fell, the evil spirits surging in the pool of blood rushed towards him one after another, and the sharp screams broke through the sky, and even the long-bearded man on the side couldn't help but cover his ears.

"The is getting noisier. ”

He shook his head, covered his ears and ran out, and the door to the cave was slammed shut the moment he went out.

No one paid any attention to the man who was dying in a pool of blood.

No one cares if he hurts, no one cares if he dies, no one cares how uncomfortable he is.

How uncomfortable is it?

Anyway, the soul was crushed over and over again, and even the pain was magnified countless times in slow motion. Obviously, it was so painful that it almost couldn't hold on, but the people in the pool just curled up there, motionless.

When the clamor of the demons in the pool had subsided, the door to the cave was reopened, and the long-bearded man who had just left re-entered.

"Get up!" he said to the people in the pool.

The huddled figure in the pool moved, slowly let go of his hands and feet, and climbed ashore very slowly.

He sat down on the shore, Rao was already so uncomfortable, and his mask was not crooked in the slightest. He asked, tilting his head to look at the long-bearded man.

"How much longer?"

The long-bearded man walked up to him and crouched down, raising his hand to take his pulse.

This vein...... A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, this person was more endurant than he imagined, such qualifications, such a heart. If it had been handed over to him since childhood, it might have succeeded a long time ago.

Alas~ It's a pity that the muscles and bones were destroyed, and there was no good maintenance after remodeling. After all, it's only been a year, and that's all there is to it.

"It's just a year, and your progress is already very good, so it's useless to be in a hurry. He pouted and said that some people were more anxious than him.

"Got it. The man on the ground lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. He slowly got up, dragging his overwhelmed body out of the cave step by step.

As he walked to the door, a reminder came from behind him.

"Come early tomorrow. ”

He paused, didn't answer, and continued on his way.

The people behind him didn't care, after all, none of the people in this Evil Cloud Sect had a normal personality.

"Evil King, the letter pavilion has news for you. As soon as he walked out of the door, the disciple who had just followed him stepped forward.

"What news?" he had always paid no attention to what was taught, and where could anything find him.

"Say it's about your sister. As soon as the disciple's voice fell, the person who was still in front of him had disappeared.

At this time, the people of the Xin Pavilion were in full swing, the so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other side would not be defeated in a hundred battles, and the reason why the Evil Cloud Sect was able to kill all the way in the human cultivation world was also inseparable from the credit of the Xin Pavilion.

For example, which sect is weaker, which sect has worse defense, etc., all rely on the information they have gathered here, and with first-hand information, the thugs of the Evil Cloud Sect can always successfully attack.

Everyone in the lobby only felt that a dark shadow flashed in front of them, but when they looked at it, there was nothing.

The flickering black shadow passed through the lobby and pushed straight open the door of the Pavilion Master upstairs, and the people in the room were pressed by their shoulders before they could react.

"What's the news??"

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