"Haha! There are three or two kittens, in the huge wilderness mountain range, do you Wu Yin have few friends except for the monks who come here to watch you joke about?"

The eyes of the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, hidden under the black robe, flashed a hint of mocking, and said jokingly.

"Sect Master! Even if the Canyang Sect wants to destroy the sect today, we will not let you die here alone. If you want to die, we will have to go on the road together!"

"Yes, it's just death. If it weren't for the Canyang Sect, I would have died seven hundred years ago. Now I can become a cultivator in the early stage of the Dharma Realm. It's enough to live a fucking job!"

"You...well."

Wu Yin took a deep breath, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, "Haha, there are more than a dozen brothers with me. Even if I die, I will not be alone on the road to the underworld. With your arrogant and domineering temper, you won't live long. Sooner or later, I will wait for you in the underworld! Hahaha!"

"Sect Master! And us!"

More than a dozen figures broke through the air and landed behind Wu Yin. Their faces were as if they were looking at death. At this time, the female cultivators on the pillar seemed to gradually wake up. Seeing the scene in front of them, they looked excited and bit their lips tightly.

"Have you never heard that my Blood Demon Sect is best at refining souls? When I kill you, I will pull out your souls and refine them into soul slaves, and suppress them forever in my Blood Demon Sect, being a slave and a servant, hehehe!"

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect laughed gloomyly, and his laughter was as sharp as a night owl.

After hearing this sentence, Wu Yin and the people behind him changed their expressions slightly. At this time, Wu Yin's eyes suddenly fell on the mountain where tens of thousands of monks gathered.

"Tianxin Sect, do you still have some shame? I took the cultivation resources of my Canyang Sect, and this is how the foreign sects are rampant in the Great Wilderness Mountains? Today, my Canyang Sect will destroy the sect, and then your Tianxin Sect will destroy the sect in the future!"

Above the mountain, a female cultivator with a very beautiful appearance and wearing purple clothes looked at Wu Yin coldly. Seeing that the cultivators around seemed to be looking at her, the female cultivator snorted coldly: "The enmity between your Canyang Sect and the Blood Demon Sect, my Tianxin Sect will not interfere. Don't sow discord anymore."

"Elder Nangong, what's right."

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect's eyes fell on the woman in purple and said with a smile.

"Please fight quickly."

The woman in purple bowed and smiled.

"So, are there any remnants of the Canyang Sect coming out to die?"

The gaze of the leader of the Blood Demon Sect swept everyone, and the great monks lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at them. There were still many disciples of the Canyang Sect here, but they did not have the courage to die with Wu Yin, so they could only clench their fists and bit their lips tightly.

"Hahaha, isn't it gone? I heard that when your Canyang Sect was the most glorious, there were 30,000 disciples. Even if he was the Creator of a Killing, there were more than a dozen, but now they all disappeared?"

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect looked at Wu Yin jokingly. Without waiting for Wu Yin to speak, his crazy gaze fell on the major mountains again. "Who else wants to die with the Canyang Sect? Get out!" His roar echoed in the mountains. Just as the leader of the Blood Demon Sect sneered and was about to continue mocking Wu Yin, a voice floated from a distance.

"I have never seen you so anxious. You don't have to hurry up if you want to die, right?"

"who?"

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect looked at the place where the sound came, and then a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He saw three eternal life cultivators. Although the leader could not see through his cultivation for a while, he must not be much higher. Otherwise, how could he hang out with the eternal life cultivators?

The monks from all the mountains also looked at each other, thinking in their hearts which madman was there, and they were going to come out to seek death in this situation?

"Brother, you have become the leader of the sect in the past few thousand years?"

Ning Qi and Lei Wenjuan and the other two fell between Wu Yin and the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, and looked at Wu Yin and said with a smile.

Ning Qi has been to Earth for ten years, and the Central Continent has been around for nearly four thousand years. Wu Yin's appearance is obviously much more mature than before, and he is gradually entering middle age.

Wu Yin looked at Ning Qi in amazement, and for three or five breaths, he suddenly punched Ning Qi on the shoulder and said angrily: "You have been missing for thousands of years as soon as you disappeared. Where did you hide?"

"I left after something."

Ning Qi smiled and touched his nose. Wu Yin's aura was already the Creator of the Second Tribulation. When he left the Central Continent, Wu Yin was still a late-stage cultivator in the Dharma Realm. This shows that he had experienced at least one or two adventures over the past thousands of years, and his cultivation level increased so quickly.

It is already a great thing for a normal monk to be able to break through from the late stage of the Dharma Realm to half a step of fortune in more than three thousand years. Of course, geniuses are not listed here.

"Senior, sect leader, do you know each other?"

Lei Wenjuan and the other two looked at the two in amazement.

"Hey, why are you three with my brothers? Wait, you can leave here quickly! Quickly!"

Wu Yin suddenly remembered that he was surrounded by enemies now. No matter how strong Ning Qi is, could he be comparable to the Creator of the Second Tribulation in just over three thousand years? He also experienced several adventures to achieve his current cultivation level!

"This Wu Yin should be pretty good, otherwise how could so many people be willing to accompany him to death?"

"What a pity, I heard that he is not old yet and has become the Creator of the Second Tribulation. He may be ranked as a true immortal in the future."

"Shh, whisper, aren't you afraid of being missed by Tianxin Sect?"

The monks on the nearby hills whispered.

The purple-clothed female cultivator from Tianxin Sect glanced at the nearby monks with a cold look. They immediately closed their mouths, and then the purple-clothed female cultivator looked at Ning Qi again, with a hint of mockery flashing in their eyes.

"Hahaha, brotherly love? Okay, that's great. I didn't kill you at the first time. This decision was correct. Otherwise, how could it lead to so many ants? Come on! What other ants are going to come out... Come on... Come on..."

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect laughed wildly, but at the end of his words, he suddenly found that there was a figure in front of him. The person who came silently bullied him, which made his heart skip a beat. After that, he couldn't say anything and was forced to hold it back because... he found that he couldn't move anymore.

“Noisy.”

Ning Qi frowned and looked at the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, and reached out to pull down his cloak. The nearby monks, including Wu Yin and others, subconsciously Zhang Da, looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. How could the existence of the dignified leader of the Blood Demon Sect and the peak creator of the Second Tribulation, let others pull off his cloak?
Chapter completed!