The Tengshe Association has already participated in the Bloodbow Pavilion, and the signs of this banquet are very bad.

The Master of Blood Forgetting has killed the representatives of Liuligu and Nanyang Sect, which means that he is disdainful of these forces. Moreover, the Master of Blood Forgetting controls the Yin-Yang Demon Sect and has the courage to gather so many people together, so he must have proud abilities. The Yinfeng Sect’s huge pit is the greatest deterrent.

Besides, the people who killed the Lord of Liuli Valley and Nanyang Sect in the Blood Forge Pavilion were killed instantly. Their strength was at least in the middle stage of the Refining Void. No one present dared to challenge. Perhaps attacking them in groups would make the Lord of Xue Forge Pavilion afraid, but this was impossible. No one wanted to be the first bird and kept a wait-and-see attitude. The only variable was that the old man cried.

As long as the old man Tianchui can take action to test it, all problems will be solved. If even the old man Tianchui is invincible, he will have to surrender obediently.

The beautiful men and women under the old man Tianhui were all cold and even though they were extremely dissatisfied, they did not dare to refute the aura of the blood-torn Pavilion Master.

The old man cried for a moment and said, "There is a rule for me to tell fortunes. One life is to pay for one life. The main purpose is to think that I will calculate one hexagram and use one life to exchange for one life."

Li Bumian frowned, what kind of rule is this? Do you think you are the ghost doctor master in martial arts novels, so there is no end to it, right?

At this time, Duan Yinghao, the head of the Xiejun Mansion, said: "The Pavilion Master has killed several lives just now. Isn't it enough?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Could this hero have the intention of committing the Blood-Based Pavilion? He actually helped the Blood-Based Pavilion Master speak.

Duan Yinghao frowned. He had a unique secret technique that could trace the fluctuations of spiritual power between heaven and earth. He had personally seen the Yinfeng Sect's Wanli Giant Pit. There was no trace of spiritual power contained in the huge pit. It was just a pure strong wind. This was too strange. He even had a terrible idea. It was just caused by the wind of a punch.

This thought was too terrible, which made Duan Yinghao so afraid. If it were just a punch, even Mahayana monks would be out of reach. At least they would be half-immortals who had passed the tribulation and asked about the Tao.

When the old man Tianhui heard Duan Yinghao's words, he closed his eyes and said calmly: "This is different. Those people died in the hands of the Pavilion Master just now, in order to adapt to the fate of cause and effect, but if the Pavilion Master wants to make a fortune, he must plant new causes in addition to these causes and effects."

The group was speechless. Although they were confused, they sounded very much.

Li Bumian also thought the old man was very interesting, and there was no sign of any sign, so he raised his finger and suddenly became a little.

Bang!

The head of the Tu Ling Sect and several subordinates standing behind him burst into powder and into a scarlet blood mist, leaving only fragments of clothes and handfuls of black hair, and a faint fishy smell filled the air.

A circle of invisible vortex of source power burst out from Li Bumian's palm. All of these people's lifelong cultivation was sucked and shattered, and assimilated into internal source power of their bodies.

Everyone was gasping for breath. The Bloodbrush Pavilion Master was bloodthirsty and had offended three forces in an instant! They all stared at the old man Tianhui nervously. The fortune telling was small, but the person with such an identity of the old man Tianhui told others fortune telling fortunes. If the words were spread, wouldn’t it mean that the Bloodbrush Pavilion Master was mainly suppressing the old man Tianhui?

The old man cried for a moment and said, "What do the Pavilion Master want to divine?"

The two disciples under the old man Tianchi were stunned by one of them. Unexpectedly, their master really wanted to divine for the Blood-Born Pavilion Master.

The people who are in trouble are also stagnant when many demonic forces are so afraid of the old man Tianchi, wouldn’t they be killed by the blood-torming Pavilion Master?

Song Shiyun took a deep breath, and her nervous mood eased a little. The results of the Yinfeng Sect's battle were too terrifying. Li Bumian's performance at the banquet today was also very intimidating. Even the old man Tianchui, who was known as the strongest casual cultivator in the Southern Region, was extremely afraid and willing to divine Li Bumian.

Li Bumian was speechless. Are your divination service still divided into packages?

Li Bumian thought for a while and said, "Even if you calculate who this Senluo Jianzhou will be in the future."

boom!

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in everyone's mind. The blood-tormed Pavilion Master's eyes were not just in the southern region, but his ambition was even greater. He wanted to rule the entire Senluo Sword Continent and compete with the Senluo Sword Master!

Song Shiyun's scalp was tingling. What kind of person is the Lord of Son Luo? His name is a taboo, and no one dares to mention it at will. In the words of the earth, is he the Voldemort of Harry Pottery.

The old man's face, which had not changed for thousands of years, suddenly changed color, and he looked at Li Bumian deeply.

"You start to count."

Li Bumian played with Baoding iron balls and said with the old god.

The old man Tianhui smiled bitterly and said calmly: "No need to forget it. I have the honor of being in my three lives. I once met the Master of Senluo Sword. I still cannot forget the grand figure of a thousand years ago. This country is the Master of Senluo Sword. This world is the Master of Senluo Sword."

Li Bumian frowned and said coldly: "You don't count, how can you know?"

The old man Tian cried and smiled, stood up straight, and said hoarsely, "Don't mention divination again. This banquet is the business of your sect and has nothing to do with me, the widowed man. I will take my leave first."

"Xiaomei, Xiaozhu, let's go."

The old man cried in the sky and said coldly, and the beautiful man and woman under his seat immediately helped the old man cried in the sky and walked out of the hall.

Everyone complained in their hearts, the old man Tianchui left, the banquet will all deteriorate and become a Chinese food for the bloody tyrant of the Pavilion Master.

Li Bumian snorted coldly and said coldly: "Where do you think this is? Why don't you come whenever you want to come or leave whenever you want to?"

boom!

Song Shiyun shivered and was so scared that she moved her lotus steps lightly, and hurriedly moved away from Li Bumian's steps, so as to avoid hurting herself by accident. Although she is the peak master of Lingyun Sect, she is still not enough to see her in front of the old man Tianchui who has been famous for a long time.

The heads of many forces on the table were all happy, and the head of the Tianmo Palace curled a trace of evil arc, and the plan was connected.

"You want to stop me?"

The old man's expression changed. He didn't want to get entangled with Li Bumian.

"So what if I stop you? I killed someone and planted the cause. I want the fruit now."

Li Bumian said coldly.

"Xiaomei, Xiaozhu, you guys go first."

The old man Tianhui looked right and said coldly that the two disciples under him did not dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly turned into escape light and ran out of the hall.

"Your two apprentices are good, I like them very much. From now on, they are people from the Blood Forge Pavilion!"

A suction burst out in Li Bumian's palm, and the beautiful man and woman named Meizhu retreated wildly. They were sucked back by Li Bumian. Li Bumian looked satisfied and cut the two of them a few times. This was a rare genius.

It seemed that they felt Li Bumian's gaze, and both Mei Zhu looked frightened.

"Master, save me!"

The two begged one after another.

The old man Tianhui looked solemn. He originally wanted to inquire about his senior brother Zhuge Lun, but he didn't expect that the Blood-Born Pavilion Master was extremely overbearing and would attack without any speculation. When he faced the famous Blood-Born Pavilion Master, he was not sure that he could win. Besides, he was only a clone who came here today.
Chapter completed!