Shangwu Tianzun in mid-air snorted coldly, and the next moment his face changed, and he exclaimed, "Don't come near!"
Boom! A loud noise that shook the earth was heard, and blood and qi in the air were like threads. The ferocious auras were like spider webs, wrapping up Shangwu Tianzun. Shangwu Tianzun's blood and qi actually left his body and went towards Xinhai along the blood threads.
Yang Zhen was really scared this time. He didn't expect that there was such a horrible and evil martial art in the world that could actually take away people's blood and energy for no reason.
"Quick, stop him!"
Feng Wuya's face changed drastically, and as he leaped forward, the sword in his hand shone brightly. A terrifying aura formed like a violent tide, forming a roaring long snake in the air and crashed into the blood threads.
"stop!"
The Five-Wheeled Lord of Heaven also snorted coldly, and five golden suns rose up, evaporating the blood around them.
The ferocious expression on Xin Hai's face gradually calmed down. He looked at Feng Wuya and Wulun Tianzun who were working in vain, and said with a half-smile, "It's already this late, and you still haven't figured out who this Great Sage is?"
"kindness?"
Yang Zhen was stunned. It turned out that Xin Hai had known who the great sage in the holy tomb was. No wonder everyone was trapped in the world within the world. Only when he came out, he did not return to the cave, but came to the real holy tomb.
At this time, the mean cat suddenly cried out strangely, saying, "Oh no, it's that madman. Yang boy, quickly find the real coffin, otherwise it will be too late."
"Who is it? So powerful?" Yang Zhen was stunned and turned his head to ask in surprise.
"Blood Crow!" Hua Youyue suddenly said softly, with a hint of surprise flashing across her face.
Yang Zhen had never heard of the name of Blood Crow, but seeing Hua Youyue's face changed, it was obvious that this Blood Crow must be an extraordinary guy, otherwise Hua Youyue would not have changed his face, and the mean cat would not be so anxious.
Although he didn't know what kind of person this Blood Crow was, Yang Zhen still leaped out, dodged layer after layer of blood, and rushed into the holy tomb.
"Boy, what do you think about what I told you before?"
A look of confusion suddenly flashed across Xin Hai's face. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Yang Zhen like a pitch-black crow.
Yang Zhen's scalp was numb. He didn't know what happened to this guy. These bloodstains were obviously not from him. He said hurriedly, "I have thought about it and it might be interesting to join the Demon Sect. However, I am lazy by nature and I like women and treasures very much. Can you give them to me?"
Xin Hai was stunned, then laughed loudly and said, "Boy, as long as you join the Demon Sect and become my disciple, women and the treasures of heaven and earth are nothing. Obviously, everyone in the world is wrong. I can guarantee that the world from now on will belong to my Holy Sect."
Yang Zhen let out a cry of "oh" and stumbled, almost being caught in the blood. He looked at Xin Hai with a strange expression. This guy, is he crazy? The whole world belongs to the Demon Sect. Xin Hai can say such a thing, either his brain is broken or he has lost his mind due to something.
It was really surprising to Yang Zhen that such a good old man ended up becoming mentally ill.
"Also, I need many, many more techniques, preferably so many that I can't finish practicing them all." Yang Zhen was talking nonsense, but he was observing the surrounding environment. Without waiting for Xin Hai to speak, he said again: "I have a bit of a weird personality. To practice techniques, I need two. I practice one and throw away one. If you don't have enough techniques, I won't do it."
Practice one and throw one away? Not to mention Xin Hai, even Shangwu Tianzun, who was wrapped like a zongzi, was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Yang Zhen with a dull face.
The expressions on the faces of the others were as strange as they could be.
How dare you say that you will throw away one portion after practicing it?
If his disciple had said such a jerk, everyone present would have slapped him in the face.
Cultivation resources are hard to come by, especially superior techniques. Which sect would not regard them as treasures?
Ordinary disciples are not qualified to practice. Only those disciples with outstanding performance can comprehend a thing or two. Not to mention practicing one and throwing away one, even if they can just watch and practice them all, they are already the core disciples that the sect fully trains.
The corners of Wulun Tianzun's mouth kept twitching. While destroying the blood threads, he muttered to himself: "You bastard, what you said is too fake. If you talk nonsense like this, no one will believe that you are really willing to join the Demon Sect."
Feng Wuya smiled bitterly and was about to explode when he suddenly heard Xin Hai's hearty laughter.
"Good boy, I like your personality. You are indeed born to join my Holy Sect. It doesn't matter if you practice and throw away one part. As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter if you throw them all away. If my Holy Sect cannot do whatever it wants, what qualifications does it have to be admired by thousands of people?"
Hearing this, Feng Wuya and the others all staggered, especially Wulun Tianzun, who was stunned and accidentally got caught by a blood thread, and flew into the air with a scream.
This...is this also okay?
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen and Xin Hai in confusion. Are these two guys, one old and one young, acting?
Everyone can see that Yang Zhen is acting, and his acting is so fake that it is hard not to see.
But is Xin Hai also acting? Why is he acting?
There is no need for that.
No one knew what had happened to Xin Hai, but it seemed that something extraordinary must have happened to him. His strength had greatly increased, especially these blood threads. Once touched, he would be wrapped up and it would be difficult to resist.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
In this situation, would Xin Hai want to joke? Not to mention Feng Wuya and the others, even Yang Zhen was stunned and almost fell from mid-air.
You agreed right away? The Demon Sect is indeed the Demon Sect. These people have really wild and unconstrained ideas. I admire them.
Yang Zhen really yearned for such a life, doing whatever he wanted without caring about other people's opinions.
No wonder so many cultivators were willing to be deceived by the Demon Sect. If the disciples of the Demon Sect were really like what Xin Hai said, then the Demon Sect would be an existence that all cultivators would flock to.
"Okay, let me think about it. I think this matter is quite serious. Even if I join the Demon Sect, I can't just say it so casually, right?"
"My boy, my patience is limited. You'd better make a decision quickly."
"Okay, give me a cup of tea and I'll think about it... I found it!"
"Found it?" Xin Hai asked with a look of surprise in his eyes, "What did you find?"
Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "Old man, this is the real purpose of the Blood Crow. Don't be silly. He will not give you the power he worked so hard to get."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen leaped towards a corner of the holy tomb. In an inconspicuous place in the corner, there grew a small grass, swaying in the wind. But what was surprising was that this small grass was actually blood red.
"Yang Zhen, how dare you!"
Seeing Yang Zhen's actions, a wave of blood like the sea suddenly burst out from Xin Hai's body. He roared and stretched out his hand to grab. Han Yan'er's face suddenly changed drastically. She was pulled by a terrifying force and rushed towards Xin Hai quickly.
Everyone's expression changed.
"Boy, hurry up and destroy that blood spirit!" The mean cat shouted excitedly.
Seeing Han Yan'er's face turn pale and about to be strangled by Xin Hai, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes, and the whole person suddenly disappeared on the spot.
"You're looking for death, old man!"
Fuck your blood spirit! (End of this chapter)