Yu Zhenkun looked coldly at the thousands of people inside and outside Beiling City, and with a wave of his hand, he dragged Yu Sanjin, Long Xiang, Yan Beichen, Lu Bin, Rong Jiyan, and Yuwenfeng together, in addition, there were dozens of disciples under Duan Yixie, Yu Ruhua, Rong Jiyan, and Yuwenfeng, and there were also some high-level people who had no time to withdraw from foreign forces, as well as dozens of Lingdan monks of the Yan family, dragged them behind him out of thin air, and immediately bowed to the cloth slave and said: "Just these people, the rest, the ancestor please!"

"Okay, good, although the quality is not high, but the quantity is quite a lot, among which there are even four spirit elixirs, although it is still not worth a yuan baby, but it is enough for the old man to maintain his vitality for half a month!"

I saw that he didn't lift his hand, and the remaining thousands of people fell into the skyscraper one after another as if they were grabbed by an invisible big hand, stacked in front of the clothes mound.

Between life and death, everyone was trembling, their eyes were full of begging, and they wanted to open their mouths to beg for mercy, but because they were imprisoned, where could they speak?

Soon, they despaired, and their eyes were like ashes.

Especially those ordinary disciples, they are unable to regret it in their hearts, they should not be, they should not betray Yu Zhenkun and the Great Luo Sect, otherwise, they would not have fallen into such a situation.

Yu Sanjin wanted to speak out to stop it, but he was imprisoned, he could only close his eyes, and he couldn't bear to see this tragedy.

In his opinion, Tang Zhang and the other four elders deserved to die, but those ordinary disciples under the seat did not deserve to die.

Ants are still stealing life, survival is a person's instinct, just imagine, an ordinary Lingchi disciple, or even a Lingyun disciple, in that situation, chose to walk out of Beiling City, strictly speaking, how can it be said that it is wrong?

Or for Yu Zhenkun, they betrayed him, the sect master, and also betrayed the Great Luo Sect, but the culprits were Tang Zhang and the other four elders, how could they blame these ordinary disciples?

Among these people, there are many proud sons of the sky, including Fang Zhongqu, Ge Su, Tong Zishang, Jiang Kun, Liu Gan, Shi Dai and others in the previous Tianjiao War.

"Boy, what do you mean by closing your eyes?" Yu Sanjin's movements unexpectedly attracted the attention of the cloth slave.

Seeing a little finger on his finger, Yu Sanjin regained his freedom of movement.

Yu Sanjin was overjoyed, bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "Junior Yu Sanjin, meet the seniors of the slaves! Thank you seniors for letting go of the confinement on the kid!"

"You haven't answered me yet, why are you closing your eyes?" the slave asked murderously.

"Back to the seniors, the kid thinks that many of these people are guilty of not going to death!" Yu Sanjin said without fear, without being arrogant or humble.

"Sin is not to death?" hahaha...... Yi Nu laughed wildly, "For the sake of the Great Dao, the world is bustling, all living beings and all things, there is nothing that the old man cannot grab! These people are just ants! You are the same!"

After that, Yu Sanjin was bound by an invisible air current, hanging in mid-air out of thin air, wanting to struggle, but unable to move.

"The old man will absorb your vitality first, and see what you say about the crime that will not lead to death!" hahaha......" The slave laughed angrily.

Yu Sanjin felt the vitality in his body, like flowing water, about to pour out.

At this moment, a cyan imprint suddenly appeared on Yu Sanjin's eyebrows, constantly flickering, and the strange thing was that only the clothes slave could see it, and no one else could see it, and even Yu Sanjin himself didn't know.

"Huh!" Yi Nu's whole person was shocked, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he was stimulated by the green light, he quickly withdrew his means and gently put Yu Sanjin on the ground.

"You're very good! Don't be afraid of danger, I'm just testing you, hehe, that's it, I'll give you a face, you can choose a hundred from these people to stay, you can't move those four elixirs!" said Yi Nu with a strange expression.

Yu Sanjin looked at this old monster suspiciously, not knowing why the other party suddenly changed his attitude, just now, he thought he was going to die.

It can't be said that he is afraid, after all, he has been caught between life and death more than once, however, if he can live, who is willing to die? Yu Sanjin is naturally no exception.

"Really?" asked Yu Sanjin cautiously.

In his heart, Yinu is a moody old monster, this kind of person is not only extremely scheming, but also extremely ruthless, and he will turn his face when he says it.

"Pick! old ...... If I promise, I see that it always counts, a hundred, no more and no less!"

Only he knew what the cyan mark on Yu Sanjin's eyebrows meant.

"Then I'll pick it!" Yu Sanjin looked at a slave suspiciously, and walked towards the pile.

The strange thing is that the cloth slave has a low eyebrow and pleasing appearance, as if encouraging Yu Sanjin.

The strange scene in front of them made Yu Zhenkun and the others suspicious, and everyone couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in the Yinu Hulu.

Such an old monster actually has such an attitude towards Yu Sanjin, it is like the sun hitting the west.

Yu Sanjin tried it, and when he saw that the cloth slave didn't make a move, he gritted his teeth and began to pick people among the crowds.

Thousands of people pick a hundred people, the probability is not small, but suddenly there is hope for life, everyone is shocked, and they all cast begging glances at Yu Sanjin, hoping that Yu Sanjin can choose them.

Including Fang Zhongqu, Ge Su, Tong Zishang, Jiang Kun, Liu Gan, Shi Dai and others, they originally thought that this time they were dead, but now, Yu Sanjin actually has a hundred places to avoid death, which is tantamount to a glimmer of life in despair.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yu Sanjin sighed secretly, if he could, he also wanted to save these ordinary disciples, but it was unrealistic.

He silently picked out a hundred people from the crowd, including Fang Zhongqu, Ge Su, Tong Zishang, Jiang Kun, Liu Gan, Shi Dai and other Tianjiao, as well as some disciples above the middle stage of Lingchi.

Because of these people, he didn't know any of them, so he could only pick some people with good qualifications and high cultivation.

He also has selfish intentions, these 100 people were saved by him from the tiger's mouth, and they will definitely be grateful to themselves, and in time, maybe they will be their right-hand men.

Those who were selected were naturally ecstatic, after all, they had the hope of living.

Those who were not selected showed desperate expressions, and many people looked at Yu Sanjin's eyes, even with a vicious look.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Yu Sanjin could only shake his head helplessly.

"Picked?" asked the slave unhurriedly.

"That's all for these people! I hope the seniors don't break their promises!" Yu Sanjin said indifferently, but in his heart, he was extremely nervous, who knows if this old monster is deliberately playing with himself?

"You're a man!...... I told you to choose, how can you regret it? Since you have picked well, I will also make up for it!"

After that, the cloth slave opened his shriveled mouth and sucked it gently, and more than 4,000 people were instantly sucked into human dry, and stacks of human skins were piled up on the skyscraper, which made people creepy.

And the cloth slave, the originally rotten face, was instantly restored to fullness, the dead body became full, and even the bare head grew black and white thick hair, and an old man with crane hair and a childish face sat in front of the clothes mound.