When the yin owl man heard this, he suddenly felt an astonishing chill pouring in his neck, and he thought in his heart that if this foot really stepped down, it would not be Luo Xuan who would lose his life, but himself.

His mind turned sharply, his lips opened and closed, but in the end he still didn't spit out half a word. He couldn't be clearer about Senior Brother Yuankui's strength, although he was also a major repair of the Yuanying Realm, but the gap in the small realm was real, and if he really wanted to do it, he was afraid that he would lose in less than half a cup of tea. What's more, on this day, the puppet gate has already been occupied by Senior Brother Yuankui's dove, and it is surrounded by Senior Brother Yuankui's people and horses, and if one is not careful, he will be killed and set an example for him.

Thinking of this Yuan Kui Senior Brother's previous inhumane and heinous behavior, he couldn't help but swallow his dry throat, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his hand respectfully: "Zhao Yuankun is not doing things well, causing the plan that Wan Puppet Hall has painstakingly managed to come to naught, and I also ask Senior Brother to punish him." ”

Yuan Kui narrowed his Danfeng eyes, the bloodthirsty color in the corners of his eyes flashed, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Senior Brother Zhao, as the Great Cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect's Yuan Infant Realm, is an indispensable mainstay among the Ten Thousand Demons, how can I, Yuan Kui, be the one who doesn't know the severity? It's just that Senior Brother I am a little curious is that although Senior Brother Zhao came to me by the way, I'm afraid it's not just to extinguish the evil qi of Naluo, right?"

Yuan Kui raised his palm to make a knife, and there was a sudden surge of corpse qi in the hall, and he said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhao should know that I am well versed in the secret recipe of concocting human bi, if it is really to export evil qi, why don't I cut off Luo Xuan's limbs and concoct human qi to let you fall, how about helping you out of this evil qi?"

Luo Xuan's face was colorless, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and the flesh and blood on his forehead were splashed, revealing white bones.

Zhao Yuankun, who was shocked, calmed down on his own, didn't look at the tragic statue of Na Luo, and arched his hand and said: "Senior brother is here to tell Senior Brother Yuankui something. ”

"Oh? ”

Zhao Yuankun said solemnly: "The junior brother of the mountain behind Qingyun Mountain is about to go down the mountain and enter the WTO. ”

The bewitching man on the wide seat finally opened his eyes that had been narrowing slightly, and his eyes were full of essence, and the wisps of scarlet blood wrapped around his pale fingertips collapsed together.

Whenever the people in the mountains behind Qingyun Mountain come down to the WTO, they always have to make a lot of noise in the various realms of Kyushu, and Yuan Kui has naturally heard of it and even seen it with his own eyes. When the senior brother of Houshan, who was called the younger generation by the entire Kyushu, first entered the world, he did not look down on the ten thousand demons who had become a climate in the southern frontier of the Western Regions at that time, and went directly to the north, from Kunlun to Tianyong, and then to the Ten Thousand Immortals Gate and the Great Wilderness Palace, no young talent could stop his footsteps.

And the second senior brother of Houshan was not so picky eater, and the white-clothed sword entered the southern Xinjiang, crossed the Cangshan and Erhai Seas, and killed the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Demons, just like an old farmer with a sickle walking into his backyard to cut leeks. In the end, if it weren't for the fact that there was finally an old monster among the Ten Thousand Demons who were finally willing to tear their faces to bully the small, and let the white-clothed sword cultivator retreat for thousands of miles, otherwise the entire young generation of the Ten Thousand Demons would be gone.

Yuan Kui only had the first realm of Jindan at that time, and the young son of Fengshen Yulang disdained to kill him, leaving him alive and stealing his life. He was kneeling in a pool of blood at the time, his eyes were blank, he still couldn't understand, obviously the senior brothers and sisters and the white-clothed sword cultivator were both Yuan Infant Realm major cultivators, why could they only be slaughtered by him like leeks?

Today, he is already at the head of the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Demons, but every time he thinks back to the sword that was handed to his neck a few years ago, he still can't afford to resist for half his life. Yuan Kui's lips were red as if they were about to drip blood, his fists under his sleeves were clenched, and his slender nails pierced into his palms, but strangely did not bring out the slightest trace of blood.

He knew that this matter had become a demon in his heart, and if he couldn't break the demon in his heart, he would not be able to touch the level of the Transformation God Realm for the rest of his life, and he wanted to step on the bones of more people to climb higher, how could he only be willing to stay in the mere Yuanying?

Chang Xi ruined the major events of the Ten Thousand Demons several times, and after becoming the junior disciple of the Houshan Mountain, he became the primary target on the list of the Ten Thousand Demons. In the past, the cultivation of the disciples who went down the mountain in the back of Qingyun Mountain was too strong, and even those two women joining forces could make the entire rivers and lakes cry bitterly, could there be fewer merry ghosts who surrendered to the pomegranate skirts of those two women? It was not until this little junior disciple of the Jindan Realm who could not be reached that the Ten Thousand Demons could see hope.

No matter how strong you are in the Jindan realm, can you still be stronger than the Yuanying realm?

As long as he can successfully kill this Houshan disciple who has descended from the mountain and entered the world, he will definitely make the upper five sects lose face and lose their majesty. Yuan Kui made up his mind, as long as he slaughtered this hairy boy who didn't know the height of the sky, and used his body to refine it into a demon puppet to drive day and night, he could dispel his demonic heart, and then he would find an excuse to return to the Southern Xinjiang Sect, as for whether these fellow disciples who obeyed him afterwards would be able to withstand the wrath of Qingyun Mountain, and how many people would survive in the end, what did it have to do with him?

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

Yuan Kui pondered for a long time and said slowly: "In the past, they went down the mountain to enter the world, and their routes were different, and there was no law to follow, if Chang Xi went elsewhere, it would be a little difficult. ”

Zhao Yuankun said: "Senior brother, I have a plan, but I can let Chang Xi come here willingly." ”

Yuan Kui's eyes lit up suddenly, "What about this?"

Zhao Yuankun was suddenly silent, and changed to divine consciousness transmission, Yuan Kui's Yin Owl's eyes changed several times, and finally made up his mind and said: "If Chang Xi takes the bait, Senior Brother Zhao, you should be the first to take the lead." ”

Zhao Yuankun didn't dare to say anything.

Yuan Kui glanced at Luo Xuan, who was still kowtowing, and said, "I'll give you ten more demon puppets and ten Jindan Realm masters, and if you can't find the figure of the Qingyun Mountain disciple, you can come and see it." ”

Senior Brother's words were like mud in the blood flowing in front of Luo Yan at this time, and he got up and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you Senior Brother for your kindness." ”

With a wave of his palm, the ten corpse-like demon puppets in the corner of the main hall suddenly opened their bloody eyes, and the dense clattering sounds came and went, together with the ten soap-robed figures closest to the temple door, stood up and left the main hall with the embarrassed Luo Xuan.

As Zhao Yuankun and the remaining Ten Thousand Puppet Hall disciples bowed down and left the main hall, Yuan Kui got up and threw his sleeves and walked towards the backyard of the Heavenly Puppet Gate.

The backyard of the huge heavenly puppet gate is also planted with pines and cypresses, green pines and white snow are suitable, and there are peach blossoms blooming in early spring not far away, the pleasant scenery seems to be nothing wrong at first glance, but there are actually countless strands of red silk threads and gray lines that are difficult to see with the naked eye in the air are intertwined with each other, and the slightly sweet breath in the air will only be thought to be the fragrant breath of peach blossoms if you don't deliberately explore it.

Yuan Kui walked on the covered bridge across the mountain stream, obviously there was no one on the bridge, but the steps under his feet were erratic, there was no regularity to follow, and every time his toes touched the bridge deck, there would be a strange humming sound. The covered bridge is only a hundred feet, but Yuan Kui used half a pillar of incense to reach the other side of the covered bridge.

The other side of the bridge is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a courtyard under the cliff of the green mountain, there are dozens of puppets with terrifying faces hidden in the dark place of the courtyard high, a bluebird wants to fly back to the branch, a Sen Ran arm claw pokes out without warning, and the birds that fly by are crumbled into a ball of flesh, and the blood is dripping into the mouth of the blood basin.

The people are gone, and the birds are gone.

Yuan Kui pushed open the door of the side courtyard, the smell of blood and the rich corpse qi on his face were disgusting, and an intoxicated look appeared on Yuan Kui's pale cheeks, and the dark and evil clay pots in front of him turned out to be all Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples!

It's just that all the Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples have neither hands nor feet, their eyebrows are gone, their eyes are gouged out, even their throats are poisoned by drugs, they can't make a human voice after being stripped of their entire human skin, the evil qi in the clay pot is entangled and erodes this divine sense, and countless Gu worms climb into their bodies to build nests and lay eggs, and when all the processes of concocting human puppets are completed, they can refine a killing machine that only obeys Yuan Kui's orders.

"Chang Xi, I hope you can like this gift of mine. ”

A cruel smile broke into the corner of Yuan Kui's mouth.