It was a silver seven-star fox mask, subtly revealing its mouth, nose, and eyes. The young sect leader's behavior was a little strange, there was no fear in his eyes, only a mocking look, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had been knocked down and stepped on the soles of his feet, threatening with a knife, it was a very interesting thing.

He didn't scream even when he severed his finger, as if it weren't fingers, just a few unrelated pieces of wood.

"Helper!" The four elders of joy, anger, sorrow and joy each sacrificed their magic weapons, and everyone gathered around, although the hall of the inner house was spacious, but the many people who poured in at once also seemed crowded.

He had no choice but to temporarily leave the mask of the Netherworld Palace Sect Master, and used the Knife of No Return to make a gesture on his throat, and for a while, everyone stopped moving, in a dilemma. The flying sword of the sword cultivator suddenly trembled, spanning a distance of several zhang, and flew into the heart. He stretched out his hand and lifted the young sect leader upside down, and stood upside down, using him to block the flying sword.

The sword cultivator was horrified, and the sword technique of both hands was weak, and finally let the flying sword hover in mid-air in time, and the tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from the sect master's dantian qi sea. He didn't have the slightest doubt that even if the flying sword was from a different angle, with the weird, unpredictable prophetic sensing ability of the heart, it would still hit the helper first.

The flying sword was struck with a scabbard by the heart, and flew into the crowd with a whirl.

Suddenly, there was a terrible howl in the hall, and even the people who had just scratched a little skin on their bodies were all blackened, rolling to the ground, tearing their hair and tearing their clothes, and kicking their feet wildly, full of strange shapes.

Suddenly, I heard a woman shouting in a panic: "Heart, please don't kill him, please!" It was Lu Qin's voice, although she was sealed by the soul breaking finger, she was able to speak, the beautiful woman paused slightly, and said: "If you want to kill him, it is better to kill me first!" The voice was not loud, but it was extremely resolute.

The fingers of the heart could touch the mask, and when he heard the words, his heart ached. His gaze could not penetrate the bamboo curtain, but he seemed to see Lu Qin's resolute face. At the same time, his palm slipped suddenly, and the figure of the young sect leader was quickly turning into a cloud of blood mist.

There was an eerie silence in the hall, and those who were struggling and howling on the ground died one after another. The immortal sword that unintentionally knocked the sword cultivator spirit away actually killed so many people, and he was very annoyed in his heart.

Laughing Maitreya's hands were sealed, and with a poof, a small magic weapon hit the wound on the back of the heart and was deeply embedded.

His heart shook slightly, his body flashed, and his left hand probed into the blood mist, and the mist stretched and contracted, but it couldn't float away. Obviously, the person hiding inside has been caught by him, and he raised the knife of no return, and with just a light send, he can end the life of his rival.

Some people in the hall shouted, some were anxious, and some even knelt on the ground, begging to die instead of the leader. This new gang leader seems to be quite popular.

The eyes of the heart gradually turned black, and his back was cold, this poison was really domineering, he had taken the poison avoidance pill in advance, and with the cultivation of the immortals, he only suppressed it for a moment, and it was already highly poisonous. But it's useless to think that you have to die or live today, and to kill one more person. After killing the cult leader, the Netherworld Palace was scattered, everyone was vying for power and profit, and I don't know how many innocent people would die. If you don't kill him, if he dominates the Demon Gate in the future, Tianji Palace and other decent people will inevitably suffer.

Between the lightning and flint, the past scenes came to mind, counting the time of the past few years, he was used to playing tricks on people, except for Ang Lee, among the three religions and nine streams, there was no one who made friends. What he did can be said to be hated by ghosts and hated by gods, and he felt quite remorseful in his heart. Hearing Lu Qin's exclamation, he suddenly became disheartened, laughed loudly, reversed the hilt, and slapped his rival on the back heavily, knocking him out.

The young sect leader flew dozens of feet and hit the wall, but he didn't make a sound, his body had completely turned into a blood mist, and even a few severed fingers on the wall had turned into mist and melted into it. The mist rolled up and landed in front of the couch, revealing the figure of a man in white holding a beautiful woman.

The Sword Cultivator stared at the sect leader's hand in amazement, and the severed finger had miraculously grown back, without any scars at all. It is said that the ancient demon clan has a controversial kung fu, called the Nine Turns of the Heavenly Demon, and the cultivator is very easy to lose his mind and soul, and the first thing is that the Heavenly Demon disintegrates, turns into blood mist, and the severed limbs can also be continued.

He was surrounded by the four elders of the Demon Sect in the middle, and he couldn't stop laughing, and all kinds of magic weapons flew sharply, the thunder was furious, and the wind and clouds changed color. He suddenly raised his hand, and hundreds of rune papers like dead leaves flew to the west, like withered leaves and yellow butterflies flying in the sky, which was about the last prank of his life.

Laughing Maitreya was shocked to find that the magic weapon he smashed into his heart had become a big money bag, it was the money bag he hung on his waist and contained his whole wealth, and the magic weapon he threw out was hanging on his waist like a ghost, and he really couldn't laugh.

Nutoutuo only felt that his palm was empty, and he waved the golden silk Zen staff that wanted to give the heart a flowering head, and it became a woman's trouser belt.

The sword cultivator's eyes flickered, and the long sword he stabbed into his heart and chest was nothing unusual, but the Xi Luohan was not happy at all, and when he saw the quenched poison fairy sword flying suddenly, his face was shocked, and a carp stood up and fell backwards.

Only the stars of the Tianji Palace can make the prank so satisfying, and grinning, but unfortunately, I couldn't see how the new sect leader looked like a dog. A woman's scream came from the left, and a half-aged was anxiously lifting the waistband of her pants to stop them from falling.

The young sect leader reached out and grabbed half of the rune paper that had not yet been burned, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he put down Lu Qin, wiped the blood with the back of his hand, looked down at the two black footprints on the snow-white shirt, raised his eyebrows and said: "Interesting, you are the first person to hurt me in the past ten years." ”

This inconspicuous rune paper contains a very pure aura, and the sect leader suddenly understood that just now the little Taoist priest was using the talisman as a guide, and the bead flower on Lu Qin's head switched positions with each other. This kind of behavior is really a man's nightmare, just imagine a meek beauty lying on your lap and letting you do whatever you want, suddenly turning into a fierce little Taoist priest, and flying up to kick you down, and then cut off a few fingers with a knife, which is really chilling.

The sect leader's words were so indebted that Hu Yali, who was lying outside the wall, wanted to jump out and slash him. Fortunately, Wu Ge knew his wife's temperament very well, and stopped it with his eyes in time.

He was speechless, and in a trance, he felt a burning sensation in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the red swastika mark that the master had sealed with a secret method seemed to be about to emerge. In a hurry, he lost consciousness.

If you want to say who the new leader wants to kill the most after taking office, Hu Yali is afraid that she can be ranked in the top three, her eyes stared at the knife of no return for a moment, biting her lip, but she was a little more feminine than usual.

Wu Ge was slightly distracted, something suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy suddenly appeared, holding a bronze mirror, brocade clothes and jade belts, his face was a little whiter than ordinary people, and there was a crow standing on his shoulder, it was the little prince Li An.

Li An was followed by a young man, dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Heavenly Machine Palace, walking slightly lame, and carrying an ancient sword on his back.

When sneaking, it was really embarrassing to be bumped into by someone, but Li An was calm, walked over directly, learned the appearance of Wu Song, leaned on the wall, looked in, and gestured a silent hand from him.