It was going to rain, and people had to show off. After leaving with the Yin-Yang Master, Li Bumian left his two girls and came to the bedroom alone to meditate, thinking about the pretentious plan.

The way of pretending is long and has countless schools of thought, but in the end, it is for one purpose, and it has a very strong mentality in the hearts of others. This involves historical images, literary images, and folk images. Those who can reach the pinnacle in all three fields are the well-deserved emperors.

Li Bumian clenched his five fingers tightly, gathered into a fist, and a cold light flashed across his eyes, and a sickly and distorted face appeared on his face, and he said to himself.

"I'll come, I see you, I'll beat you!"

Rumors of unifying the southern region have stirred Li Bumian's ambitions. A real man acts, regardless of right or wrong.

With a sharp weapon, a murderous intention arises, he is not in his position, does not plan his own politics, and is promoted to the emperor and is powerful in the world. Who would never have thought that?

...

On this day, all the major demon sects in the southern region received an invitation. It was originally a good thing, but the content in the post was extremely terrifying.

"The Yin-Yang Demon Cult held a banquet and invited all the heroes of the Southern Region to congratulate the Master of Blood-Borrowing Pavilion for the victory in the battle of Yinfeng. Those who have not arrived are all disrespectful to the Master of Blood-Borrowing Pavilion."

The Yin-Yang Demon Sect only invited the Demonic Sect that has the right to speak in the Southern Region, and the Moliu Sect, such as the Yinfeng Sect, to remove the Xuanyin Temple, one of the five famous sects that were washed away by black, and a total of twelve forces were employed.

The leaders of all major forces were shocked. The reputation of the blood-torming Pavilion Master had already spread to all over the world. Who in the world didn't know you?

Thinking of the rumor spread in the free cultivator world, the heads of major forces were worried and tired. It would be fine if the Blood Forgive Pavilion took this opportunity to announce its identity, but the Yin-Yang Master added a line of words in this invitation, which was the rumor that was circulating. This way, the banquet would be much deeper.

Even a fool can see that this is a Hongmen banquet with ulterior motives. If the blood-torn Pavilion Master really wants to unify the southern region, then this banquet must be made. How can there be a complete egg after the nest is destroyed?

The most terrifying thing is why the Yin-Yang Demon Sect held a banquet for the Blood-Born Pavilion Master? The Yin-Yang Demon Sect is first-class. In addition to the five sects that rule the Southern Region, it is already the top-notch. The reason for this is terrifying.

If there is no power, you dare not come. The name of the blood-torming Pavilion Master is too big. Before you think clearly, you must not easily make enemies. Besides, there are many forces to attend the banquet, so you can naturally act according to the opportunity.

...

Because the southern territory is vast, ordinary people cannot complete it even if they have exhausted dozens of generations. Considering the journey of major forces to come to the banquet, Li Bumian extended the original three-day grace period to a full seven days.

In the building next to the waterfall, Li Bumian was sitting leaning on the Taishi chair, playing with two Baoding iron balls in his hand, which looked quite like a hero.

"How did you do?"

Li Bumian's tone was plain, and he was powerful without anger.

"Return to the Pavilion Master, I have notified all the demonic sects that can be said in the Southern Region, plus the Nanyang Sect, there are a total of thirteen sects. In addition, the old man Tianhui will also come here."

Li Bumian's tone turned cold, "Why don't you notify the Zhengdao Sect?"

"Return to the Pavilion Master, the righteous path of the Southern Region has been incompatible with the evil path since ancient times. Even if the Gu family comes, they will not buy it."

Li Bumian frowned, "Gu family?"

The Yin-Yang Sect Master's eyes flashed, and he thought about it. He had never even heard of the Gu family. Could it be that he was not a native of the Southern Region?

"The Gu family covers the sky with only one hand. The five famous sects are half the owner of the Southern Region. As for the other half, it is this Gu family. This Gu family has a long history and has been standing for tens of thousands of years. It is a giant that survived from the previous era."

Li Bumian played with Baoding iron balls and had a certain plan in his mind.

In the following days, the disciples of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect continued to evacuate outwards, spreading to some cities under the jurisdiction of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect. No one could tell what would happen next, so that these low-strength disciples would stay here. If the fight started, the battle between the Immortal Cultivator was a fight between gods and immortals. The aftermath of the battle came, and if it could not be held up for a second, it would turn into dust.

As one flying magic weapon after another descended upon the Yin-Yang Demon Sect, the invited forces also entered the islands in the Yin-Yang Lake, the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Evil Lord Mansion, the Tengshe Society, the Wuqing Tower, etc., all the first-class magic sects in the Southern Region gathered here.

In the Yin-Yang Demon Sect's mansion, there was a scent of storm, and people were panic, and they were talking about the blood abuse of the Pavilion Master.

"This time all the top-ranked Demonic Sects in the Southern Region have come. I wonder what the Blood-Born Pavilion Master wants to do."

"Adapt to the situation, there are a lot of weird things in it, but it is rumored that there was a moon wine at the banquet, which is not worth the trip."

...

Seven days later, in a magnificent palace of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect, rows of dark blue lamp posts emitted a cold light, and the atmosphere was depressing and deadly.

A long spiritual crystal table that was enough to sit down twenty people was filled with treasures, and the surrounding chairs were filled with people, all of whom were in charge of the major demon sects. They were all evil spirits and looked silly. They were all powerful people who could move mountains and seas in every move.

Behind them were a group of subordinates, each of whom was serious, like a puppet, and were dead.

"Why haven't you come yet? I've been waiting for half an hour."

The palace master of the Heavenly Demon Palace is an unrecognizable middle-aged man. His ears are cut off, and his face seems to be corroded by poison, with a bumpy pit and extremely unbearable.

The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace kept tapping the spiritual stone table with two fingers, and he was already impatient.

"That pavilion master is too arrogant. When have I ever waited for someone else like this?"

A young woman standing behind the head of the Xiejun Mansion said.

Everyone present pondered, as if they agreed with the woman's statement.

Bang!

The head of the Xiejun Mansion slapped the woman in the face and angrily scolded: "Silence, is this a place where you can talk? After you go back, you will be punished to face the wall for ten years!"

The head of the Xiejun Mansion is extremely feminine, with a ghostly evil spirit between his eyebrows, which makes people shudder. After a pause, he continued, "Not to mention half an hour, if he had made the huge pit of the Yinfeng Sect, he would have to wait for a month or a year, so what?"

The young woman looked aggrieved, but she was not easy to get angry. She knew that her father was just pretending to be so hypocritical in front of outsiders, but she still felt a little unhappy in her heart.

"I heard that the old man would come here today, so why didn't he see his shadow?"

A gray-haired old woman frowned and felt a little uneasy.

"That's right, Old Monster Xue, my Nanyang Sect gathers with you under the guise of seeing the old man crying in heaven. Old man crying in heaven won't come. If I go back this time, will it become a shame for the right way?"

The deacon of Nanyang Sect held his arms in his arms with his hands, and was already a little unhappy. This time, he came here because there was a big deal and no mistake could be allowed.
Chapter completed!