Deep in the Blood Refining Hall stronghold, there is an open natural cave. The buildings are built on the cliffs, and there is an underground river flowing below.

A small boat was floating on the river, with three people on board.

The old man standing at the front was hunched and thin, with a tumor on his face. He was extremely ugly, with bony lumps of flesh bulging under his gray-brown cloth.

The person on the left is wearing a Taoist robe, with flowing black hair and a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows. Although she is a Taoist nun, she looks charming and graceful.

The other young man is an old acquaintance, the Demon Summoning Saint Tan Zhuyin.

"I have already prepared the identities for both of you to attend the Hidden Dragon Conference."

The ugly old man took out two pieces of information and said:

"One is the twenty-first Hidden Dragon, Qu Songyun, and the other is the twenty-fifth Hidden Dragon, Zhao Jing. The Blood Refining Hall will find a way to make these two disappear."

"This is their information. I hope you two will read it carefully."

Tan Zhuyin frowned and after looking through the information, he found that both of them were women.

"Why are they all women?"

"These two are ranked high, have a wide range of martial arts, and are not disciples of major sects, so it is easy to conceal their identities. Saint, don't worry. I have already prepared some means for you two."

"Then you just need to..."

There was a sinister tone in the old man's laugh.

If these two were to replace each other, their fate would be self-evident.

“That’s not necessary.”

The cinnabar mole between the Taoist's eyebrows melted away, changing her appearance, and her voice also changed from a rough masculine voice to a clear female voice.

Qu Songyun looked at the two of them pitifully, trembling:

"Where are you taking me?"

Those with high rankings were chosen. Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly: "You look so coquettish, and you still want to pretend to be a female knight?"

"I can only do my job reluctantly for the Blood God."

The androgynous Taoist nun of Yin Yang Hall returned to her true self and said with a smile:

"Master Saint has met the Yunmeng Ancestor God. Could it be that he is not satisfied with working for the Blood Refining Ancestor God?"

"It is my duty to do the great things of the Ancestral God, but I just disdain to associate with the Yin-Yang people."

Tan Zhuyin looked at the other party's yin and yang energies surging, but he didn't dare to take any action, and the playful look on his face became even more intense.

Even without the guidance of the Blood Refining Ancestor God.

He will also attend the Hidden Dragon Conference.

He looked at the old man again:

"Give me a male identity."

"But Holy Son, Zhao Jing has been lured here by our plan. Look..."

The boat was now docked, and the old man looked troubled.

However, before he could say anything else, a member of the Blood Refining Hall came quickly from the corridor:

"Master, Zhao Jing didn't come alone. She brought four helpers with her to pretend to be the envoys of the Hall of Beasts. We can't resist her!"

"Not alone?"

The Taoist nun from Yin Yang Hall's voice became even more rough.

His immediate reaction was that this hideout had been discovered by the Dayu court and was about to be destroyed.

The hunchbacked old man was startled and asked quickly, "Zhao Jing is not well-liked by her colleagues and always keeps to herself. What realm are those people at?"

"The third realm."

"It seems that he is not a strong man from the Great Yu court, otherwise they would never send a third level."

The hunchbacked old man finally breathed a sigh of relief and snorted, "You can't even resist a few third-level masters, what are you doing?"

"Their methods are quite strange." The believer said with sweat dripping down his face.

"?"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

You are a member of the evil cult!

"How is it weird? Tell me clearly, or I'll use you to make medicine!"

"The first one used the Broken Sword. There was an old man behind him. At first the brothers thought it was some strange divine will, but the old man left his body and killed several brothers in the third realm with a big sinus."

"It sounds like the technique of controlling ghosts and exorcising evil spirits from the Sin Tomb..."

The hermaphrodite nun said.

“The second one sat there, motionless, allowing his brothers to hit him, and the injuries were transferred to his attackers.”

"Then you still beat him?"

"That bald ass cursed so filthy!"

The believers were indignant and gnashed their teeth whenever they thought about it.

"There was a poisoner behind us, and he ran very fast. The brothers finally caught him, but after just a few moves, they were all poisoned!"

"The last one used swordsmanship. There was only one move from beginning to end, but it was like an immortal taking one's life. The sword would always be stained with blood..."

"Xiyu Tower killed Wuchangtie the next day. Could it be that his successor has been born?"

The hunchbacked old man finally found someone who could see through his origins.

But he became even more surprised.

"Why is Xiyu Tower getting involved in our Demon Summoning Sect's mess?"

"It's not surprising that those killers would do anything if they were paid enough." The male Taoist nun regained her composure.

Tan Zhu snorted coldly, "Since you can't stop the Impermanence Sticker, don't you know how to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and slowly surround and kill? Idiot."

“We thought so too.”

The cultists were very upset: "But the swordsman suddenly rode on the poisoner. One of them had a fierce sword technique, and the other moved as fast as the wind. We couldn't catch him, and we couldn't beat him! Even the helmsman of Neijing is dead!"

"......"

People riding...people?

What kind of weird way of playing is this?

"Humph, no matter which sect you come from, if you dare to cause trouble on my territory, you will be turned into a powerful medicine!"

The pressure from the outside world was released, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to have turned into flesh and blood, filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The flesh on the old man's body squirmed. Instead of walking through the corridor, he stepped into the wall of flesh and blood.

........

Hundreds of meters away, the sun is setting, covering the earth with a quiet fire color.

"This should be quiet enough."

In front of the deserted and dilapidated temple, Ying Bing walked over from the outskirts of the city with a cold and calm expression, holding the Body Robbery Jade in his hand.

She survived the heavenly tribulation and even the tribulation of becoming an immortal.

It shouldn't take much time to control this body-killing jade.

It should be evening by then.

You can use Gong Chanjuan to contact Li Mo and ask him to pick you up.

After rubbing the big-headed doll for a while, Ying Bing adjusted his state to the best.

I'm afraid no one could have imagined it.

Fairy Han, calm and composed, as cold and godly as she is, is not afraid of even the heavenly calamity, but is worried that she won't be able to find her way back at night.

She was also worried that he would come to see her at some point...

Buzz——

A purple lightning pattern lit up on the body-killing jade. She chose the most common lightning tribulation.

The originally clear sky quickly turned gloomy, dark clouds covered the sky, and strong winds blew.

Rolling lightning was brewing and swirling in the clouds like a winding lightning snake, and the destructive aura was getting heavier and heavier.

"The first level of tribulation is so strong?"

A light jade-like veil flowed across Ying Bing's skin, and she slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes.

.....

PS: Spread flowers in the 500th chapter, hehe