The misty peaks of the Manju Mountains are quiet and peaceful, but there is a strange scene at the edge.

One was lying on the ground covered in scars and blood, and the other was standing on top of the golden gun with a neat face in a green shirt and a smile.

At this moment, Wan Feng's thin face continued to show a look of fear, consternation and even panic, because he really couldn't imagine that Li Xiao, who was the most outstanding disciple of the Seven Xuanzong Sect for a hundred years, was as innocent as the rumors in the sect, and his true identity was a disciple of the Blood Killing Hall.

Originally, a few days ago, Li Xiaotian took Wan Feng and more than a dozen inner disciples, representing the Seven Xuanzong and the rest of the Seven Sects and Five Sects, to compete for the tomb of the Nameless Zhan Zun in the Wanzhong Mountain Range.

By chance, an unknown disciple opened a layer of inheritance prohibition due to chance, so that the inheritance altar of the nameless battle venerable powerhouse in the tomb was completely displayed in front of everyone.

As the inheritance of a Zhan Zun powerhouse, countless disciples of the main sect or evil sect have dropped some ordinary treasures, and almost all of them are staring at the black altar with dark eyes and pale golden runes tattooed on the body.

When an altar of war that represents the inheritance appears, it means that the war is about to begin.

Because of his strong strength, Li Xiaotian took the lead with Wan Feng and his disciples of the Seven Xuanzong to bulldoze all the difficulties in front of him one by one, judging from the sudden outbreak of combat power of the former, ordinary people are not the enemy of the same at all.

Therefore, Li Xiaotian took the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect to advance all the way, defeating the joint efforts of the disciples of the two factions of the Ziyang Sect and the Dustless Island, and then after hundreds of rounds of fierce battles with the equally powerful disciple of the Tiangang Sect, the golden spear of judgment still lived up to expectations and ruthlessly eliminated it.

In the last level, Li Xiaotian met the Ghost Demon Heaven and his party from the Ghost King Sect on the black Zhanzun altar.

Speaking of Ghost Heaven, except for the half-move that he lost to the Holy Son of the Blood Killing Hall a few years ago, this guy is now the hottest figure among the five sects of the evil sect, and it is said that he has already determined that he is the candidate for the next sect master in the Ghost King Sect.

Both of them are extremely talented and powerful people, and after a short confrontation between the two gangs of people, they are like two lions competing for the king of the grassland, with aura fluctuations like a river torrent, and they blatantly impact together.

Li Xiaotian's opponent is naturally the war-loving maniac Ghost Demon Heaven.

In the eyes of the disciples on both sides, that battle was even comparable to the battle of some elders, its fury was like a huge aura fluctuation of a volcanic eruption, and the wind and thunder howling from the battle change seemed to tear down the entire Battle Venerable Tomb.

At the critical moment of the battle, when Li Xiaotian's holy demon body highlighted a trace of defeat, the sneering face of the demon heaven seemed to see something incredible, and his figure, which had the upper hand, suddenly froze, and in a short period of time, he was also instantly found a chance to turn the tables by the former.

The golden spear of judgment, with the speed of tearing through space, turned into a dazzling golden meteor, completely breaking through the blockade of the Demon Heaven, and had the last laugh.

When the Ghost Demon Heaven withdrew with many disciples of the Ghost King Sect with puzzled eyes, the disciples of the Seven Xuan Sect fell into a carnival one after another.

A pair of eyes with a strong sense of worship burst out from the eyes of all the disciples of the Seven Xuantian Sect, and at that moment, basically everyone was impressed by Li Xiaotian's personal charm and strong strength.

At that time, all the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, including Wan Feng, thought that they were the final winners, but what happened later was completely unexpected.

Surrounded by a group of disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, Li Xiaotian alone ascended to the altar that brought inheritance and death at the same time.

It seemed that the altar was testing Senior Brother Li, and as soon as the former stepped onto the Inheritance Altar, his eyes were tightly closed.

"According to Senior Brother Li Xiaotian's talent, of course, this kind of test can be easily passed, so let's breathe in place and wait quietly. A disciple of the Inner Sect of the Seven Xuanzong who was ranked in the top ten said loudly to everyone.

At the initiative of this disciple who was at the top of the line and had the same good right to speak, a group of disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect who had experienced countless battles of all sizes also responded to the Tao, and immediately several people gathered around, all sitting cross-legged on the ground and quietly pranayama to restore their aura.

However, there was one person who didn't sit down, and he was Wan Feng.

Wan Feng's eyes were firmly fixed on Senior Brother Li Xiaotian, who was being tested, and he didn't know why, the aura fluctuations that floated out from the latter's body at a certain moment suddenly became full of murder, and even the tone of the aura became heavy and depressed, and even turned into the color of blood.

Wan Feng was also extremely familiar with this kind of aura, because this was the unique blood-colored aura of the Seven Xuanzong's rival Blood Killing Hall.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Li Xiaotian is really a person from the Blood Killing Hall?" Wan Feng's heart was filled with consternation, and then he immediately put all his attention completely on the former's body, carefully sensing the blood-colored aura.

I don't know why, that blood-colored aura didn't spread, and it was quickly covered up once it was leaked.

Just when Wan Feng was a little puzzled and unconscious, Li Xiaotian quietly opened his eyes, but the clear gaze in the pupils of those eyes was not there, but was completely replaced by the extreme red color.

Many disciples found out about this and asked in a puzzled tone, but Li Xiaotian just stayed quietly in place, silent, as if he was suppressing something.

Finally, when the inner disciple whose strength was second only to Wan Feng stepped forward to find out, the abnormal change protruded, and the last clarity of Li Xiaotian's eyes was not there, and it was completely replaced by the blood-colored murderous aura, and the latter's palm gently patted Li Xiaotian's shoulder.

He was greeted by the golden tip of the Spear of Judgment.

The golden spear of judgment completely pierced the body in front of him, bringing a trace of evil blood light, and the disciple's life force was quickly exhausted, and death came instantly, but his slightly stunned face was filled with an incomprehensible look.

He didn't understand why Li Xiaotian, who was the pride of the Seven Xuanzong, wanted to kill him.

The first life was quickly terminated, and the blood-colored aura that had been suppressed was completely like a volcano erupting, and the extremely powerful ferocious aura formed a blood-colored demon shadow several feet behind Li Xiaotian, and the monstrous ferocious aura quickly rolled away in the field.

"This is the Shadow of the Blood Demon!"

The eyes of the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect were still on the fellow disciple who had suddenly died, and a disciple who reacted looked at the blood-colored demon shadow that was several feet old and suddenly panicked.

The Shadow of the Blood Demon is the most powerful and bloody technique of the Blood Killing Hall, and if you want to cultivate it, you need endless blood power, and the longer the blood shadow, the more powerful it becomes.

According to the blood shadow behind Li Xiaotian, the former must have been cultivating for a long time, and he has been staying in the Seven Xuanzong Sect, why has no one found out?

"Seven Xuanzong miscellaneous people, give me death!" Li Xiaotian, who was full of blood, completely lost his mind, and after a low and hoarse voice like a ghost, he stomped under his feet, his body was like a burst of blood light rushing, and the golden spear of judgment in his hand was also rendered into a dark color.

With spears like dragons, coupled with the blessing of blood shadows, the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong are simply a group of fragile sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The tip of a cold spear took away a fresh life with a single movement, and no one would have thought that their beloved Senior Brother Li Xiaotian was slaughtering the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong at will and bloodily.

The cries and begs for mercy were accompanied by the muffled sound of blood guns penetrating the body, one after another.

In Wan Feng's eyes, countless senior brothers who were talking and laughing fell in a pool of blood, and stumps and broken arms mixed with internal organs and fragments were sprinkled on the ground indiscriminately.

Scarlet blood seemed to flow endlessly on the ground, rendering the originally slightly vast earth into a blood-red color of slaughter.

Although many disciples came to their senses and began to resist with a not weak aura, could they face Li Xiaotian's offensive?

There are constantly disciples who fall in pools of blood with pale faces, and this is the answer.

Originally, the disciples of the Seven Xuan Sect thought that they were returning with a full load, but they didn't expect that this was the destination of their lives.

Wan Feng didn't want to resist, but looked at the terrifying landscape like hell, and his heart was completely occupied by fear.

I saw that Li Xiaotian slowly walked towards a pale-faced female disciple with an endless fierce blood shadow, Wan Feng knew that this female disciple had a heart of admiration for the former, and he greeted Li Xiaotian all the way, which made the disciples envious in their hearts.

And now, when the female disciple pleaded with tears in her eyes, he was greeted by a cold death gun.

In his eyes, looking at the last frightened look on the female disciple's face, Wan Feng couldn't hold back any longer, and ran towards the outside world like crazy with a roar, he wanted to leave here, he wanted to leave hell.

Under this frantic escape, just one step away, Wan Feng could escape, but at this moment, he was lying on the ground, looking at the face full of smiles, and his heart was like falling into an ice cave.

Wan Feng's fists were clenched tightly, his sharp fingertips pierced deep into the skin of his palm, and his mind kept recalling all the way here, the faces of all his fellow disciples, their hideous faces with a tone of inquiry, like crazy demons questioning Wan Feng.

Why did you run away alone, why didn't you get revenge on them, why were you the only one alive?

Countless miserable familiar faces with weird shrill laughter constantly stimulated Wan Feng, making the former's mind feel as if he was in a Shura hell.

The scenes of countless bloody forests continued to appear, and finally a trace of thrilling madness flashed out of Wan Feng's eyes.

Wan Feng's eyes were completely wet with tears, and his body that had fallen to the ground slowly stood up, staring at Li Xiaotian with a pair of eyes on his face.

Subsequently, the three spiritual veins in Wan Feng's body all burned, and under the almost desperate output of spiritual energy, layers of frost like silver began to condense on the gray earth around the former core.

The cold air rose sharply, the temperature of heaven and earth plummeted to an extremely low level, and the diffuse cold air raged, and a terrifying ice dragon with a hideous face suddenly formed behind Wan Feng.

The Ice Dragon opened its huge beast's mouth and violently spat out a cloud of ice-blue cold air, and everywhere the cold air passed, everything turned into lifelike ice sculptures.

It's a pity that just when the cold air was about to rush to Li Xiaotian's three-foot range, a strange light and shadow intersecting black and white intersected in front of him, and I saw that the circle of black and white light flickered and completely dispersed the cold air that was enough to freeze everything.

"Holy Demon Aperture!" Wan Feng's eyes narrowed, and he instantly recognized Li Xiaotian's methods.

As the body of the Holy Demon, Li Xiaotian's strength is unfathomable, and he is even stronger than some of the elders of the Seven Xuan Sect at close range.

At this moment, one side is like a cold place, like an ice sculpture standing everywhere in the eyes, and on the other side, the temperature is as usual, the breeze is warm and sunny, and the atmosphere of the two is very different.

"I can only fight hard!"

Just as Wan Feng was about to use his last resort, Li Xiaotian lowered his eyes slightly, the smile on the corner of his lips spread, and he said in a joking tone.

"Senior Brother Wan Feng, I remember that you seem to have a sister named Wan Lingling. ”

As soon as these words came out, the momentum of Wan Feng, who was ready to fight hard, instantly condensed, and when he thought of Wan Lingling's delicate face, the former's momentum spread out directly, and the whole person seemed to touch the softest thing in his heart.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Brother, Lingling is hungry!"

A series of tragic memories of childhood came flooding back to my mind, and my mind seemed to return to that miserable time.

Back then, a hemorrhagic disaster broke out in Wan Feng's hometown, and the family was left with only their two brothers and sisters.

If he dies here now, his sister will be left alone again.

"Hehe! A few months ago, I saw Lingling at a glance, and it seems that she is a beautiful embryo now. ”

"Li Xiaotian, you bastard! If you dare to touch my sister, I won't let you go. ”

Hearing this, Wan Feng's thin cheeks quickly distorted and deformed, like a real demonic beast, roaring at Li Xiaotian, who had been revered for a long time.

In this sentence, the cold meaning is extremely obvious.

Li Xiaotian didn't care about this insignificant threat, and nodded.

"If you don't want me to touch your sister, it's okay!"

"My request is simple, walk in front of me, kneel down and completely surrender to me, the same identity as me. ”

"There is absolutely no way, Lao Tzu will never betray the sect!"

The Seven Xuanzong is not a family-like existence for Wan Feng and Wan Lingling brothers and sisters, and it is absolutely impossible for Wan Feng to betray the Seven Xuanzong now.

Li Xiaotian, who always kept smiling, had a completely gloomy face, and after sweeping towards the excited and indignant Wan Feng with a cold gaze, he said coldly.

"Now that you know who I am, then disobedience will make you die here, as for your sister. ”

"You must also know that under my identity, I am also a little involved in some of the exercises of Hehuan Hall, and when you die, what kind of miserable life your sister will fall into, you must also know. ”

Listening to Li Xiaotian's words, Wan Feng's spirit was already close to collapse.

At the beginning, there was also a female disciple of the Seven Xuanzong who was plundered by the people of the Hehuan Sect, although she was finally rescued, the miserable scene of being humiliated at that time, the female disciple killed herself directly as soon as she was rescued.

If Ling Ling encountered this kind of scene, it would be even more terrifying than Wan Feng going to hell.

"Bastard, you dare to .....!" Wan Feng's eyes were covered with tears, and his spirit was only a thin line away from collapse.

"Give you a chance, kneel under me, and your sister won't have to suffer such a tragic end. ”

"So! Kneel!"

Li Xiaotian said coldly.

This sentence is the final blow that ripped away Wan Feng's mental breakdown.

"My sister can't do this! No!" Wan Feng's Adam's apple moved, and after his frightened eyes swept over Li Xiaotian, who had a sharp expression, he suddenly laughed, this smile was mixed with tears and other complicated emotions.

So, he moved. took heavy steps and slowly walked in front of Li Xiaotian's body.

His knees were weak, his head slammed into the ground, and under that force, blood shot out on Li Xiaotian's green shirt.

Wan Feng knew that he couldn't get up even if he knelt.

Between Qixuanzong and his sister, he finally chose the latter.