Tang Lang flew to Yuan Xiao's side and knelt down on one knee, "Subordinate Tang Lang, lead the blood to the blood, return to the ghosts, and have submitted a name, please check it out!"

As he spoke, he pointed downward, just now all the Blood Demon Sect Yuan Infant Stage Cultivators went out together, killed all the sword cultivators, and then lined up neatly on the ground, this is what he called the name of the petition.

Yuan Xiao thought for a while, stretched out a finger and pointed at Zheng Chong in the distance, and then said to Tang Lang: "You step down from the post of mountain master, and wait for yourself to go to the ancestral land of the bloody vein, facing the wall for ten years, as a punishment." ”

Tang Lang knew that Yuan Xiao would definitely punish himself, but he didn't expect it to be so easy, and he was immediately relieved.

"The position of the mountain master, during the war, you must be a monk in the infancy stage, but you don't have the guy who is pleasing to the eye as I see, just this kid is not bad, well, so let's do it, you first take the bloody vein, and follow me to fight in all directions, if you make a contribution, you can offset the merits!" Yuan Xiao said lightly, and the word "evil" on the top of his head had long since disappeared.

Tang Lang arched his hand, "Yes!" This punishment is nothing, he has expected it a long time ago.

Yuan Xiao took out a token from his arms, and then crushed him, only to see a gray light rising into the sky, hitting the sky is a huge ghost head pattern, which looks hideous and terrifying.

Tang Lang didn't dare to make other moves, Yuan Xiao didn't let him get up, he could only kneel on one knee all the time, and the many Yuan Infant Stage monks and Yudan Stage monks below also knelt down together to show that they knew their mistakes.

After less than a quarter of an hour, countless dark gray rays of light flew from the sky, each of which carried a terrifying coercion, these were all monks in the Yuan Infant Stage, and they were all in the Yin and evil veins.

One after another, these people floated in the air in phalanxes, bowing to Yuan Xiao and shouting in unison: "Sect Master!"

Tang Lang's old face twitched, there were more than three hundred Yuan Infant Stage monks in the sky, three hundred, among them, there were many great monks in the late Yuan Infant Period, and he also knew that this was not the complete strength of the Yin and Evil Bloodline, and a large part of it must be hidden.

That is to say, there are more than 300 Yuan Infant Stage Monks who can be drawn at will in the Yin and Evil Pulse alone, and if you add the Ghost One Vein and the Ghost Dance One Vein, as well as those unknown small branches on the Ghost Mist Mountain, the total number of Yuan Infant Stage Monks who can fight at any time has definitely reached thousands!

Thousands of Yuan Infant Stage monks, if you add those who are in charge of guarding, there must be a thousand, even hundreds of Yuan Infant Stage monks, not to mention those monks of the Transformation Stage who are in seclusion, it can be said that just the Yin and Evil Pulse can conquer the Quartet, but the Ghost Dance One Pulse and the Tong Ghost One Pulse have already been dispatched, and their plan this time must be not small.

It can't be just a Thousand Puppet Sect, and they are at war with the Taiyi Sect, thinking about it like this, it suddenly became clear that they really planned to destroy the Taiyi Sect, how could it be? That is a behemoth that is not weaker than the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Yuan Xiaoyi waved his hand, "You take over this city, let our other monks enter, and in addition, if you dare to resist without permission, kill them in public!"

As soon as he said this, no one dared to stop him, and the yin and evil veins came in with a swagger, and Yuan Xiao and Tang Lang entered a secret room and began to discuss the future.

After a few days, the place became orderly again, especially under the notice of the evil vein, there was no forced requisition, and the economy began to develop vigorously.

And Yuan Xiao also began to prepare for the next move, and how to deal with the Sword Que Sect, which was a big problem.

At the same time, he also wanted to open the whole army, go to the Ghost Dance line, and go to help, but the situation is stronger than people, and some people say that at the border, the traces of Jian Xiu were found again.

Therefore, Yuan Xiao could only let the Blood Demon Gate continue to be stationed here, but at the same time, dozens of Yuan Infant Stage masters were stationed, and he took other large troops to attack Taiyi Sect.

It's just that these are all after, and now there is only one thing he has to do, which is to wait, wait for the monks of the Sword Que Sect to come and find fault, and then ruthlessly wipe out a wave.

Things have been almost prepared, the Sword Que Sect is not as united as it seems, and the contradiction between the Flying Sword Sect and the Martial Sword Sect is getting more and more serious, maybe they can be divided in this way, and the Ghost Spirit Sect will be free of this trouble.

Then wait for the Ghost Spirit Sect to completely destroy the Taiyi Sect, and then come back and start a war with the Sword Que Sect!

......

"This, where is this?" In a dark secret room, Qingyu opened his eyes with difficulty, and with the ability of his left eye, he could see this darkness clearly.

He found himself in a huge room with no human voices around him, and he was lying on a large bed, which I have to say, was quite comfortable.

At this time, a teleportation array flickered, and an old man suddenly came to Qingyu's side, this old man was He Lao, he smiled at Qingyu and said, "Wake up, come, drink a cup of my tea." ”

He also really took out a small purple clay pot from the storage bag and handed it to Qingyu's side.

Qingyu took the purple clay pot and drank it with a bang, and he didn't know how much he drank before stopping, anyway, there were a lot, and that purple clay pot was obviously a magic weapon, which could hold a lot of water and a lot of tea.

After a long while, Qingyu stopped, gasped heavily, handed the purple clay pot back to He Lao, and then said, "Thank you He Lao." ”

"You slept for three days and three nights, which shows how tired you are usually," He Lao said kindly: "Young man, even if you are an immortal cultivator, you have to pay attention to your body, you should rest, you still have to rest." ”

Qingyu nodded, "Thank you very much this time, but Old He, I want to say Uncle Yuan Xiao, are you out of trouble now?" He was still thinking about Yuan Xiao who was surrounded.

"Naturally, it's okay, your master is really extraordinary, invincible in the contemporary era, and it is difficult for monks below the god transformation stage to hurt him in the slightest, so don't worry, he has already been out of trouble, he has already killed all the monks of the Sword Que Sect, and the bloody vein has been subdued by the Ghost Spirit Sect, he is also known as the most talented first sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect for hundreds of years!" He Lao's tone was full of admiration, Yuan Xiao was indeed worthy of praise.

Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "What about the Luo brothers who came with me?"

"They had already woken up and left the place first. ”

"So, what should I do next, do I want to get out of here?" Qingyu was a little confused, he didn't know what to do next, the sect didn't have a task, and he didn't know if the last mission was a success.