Shangwu Tianzun in the air snorted coldly, and his face changed the next moment, and he exclaimed, "Don't get close!"

boom--!

A earth-shaking sound came, and the blood in the air was like silk, and ferocious auras wrapped around Shangwu Tianzun. Shangwu Tianzun's qi and blood actually left his body and followed the blood towards Xin Hai.

Yang Zhen was really scared this time. Unexpectedly, there were such a terrifying and evil martial arts in the world that could actually capture people's qi and blood in vain.

"Quick, stop him!"

Feng Wuya's face changed drastically. As he jumped, the long sword in his hand shone brightly. A terrifying aura was like a frenzy, forming a roaring long snake in the air, hitting the bloodshots.

"stop!"

The Five Wheel Heavenly Lord also snorted coldly, and five golden yangs rose up, evaporating the blood around him.

The ferocious expression on Xin Hai's face gradually calmed down. Looking at the futile Feng Wuya and Wulun Tianzun, he showed a smile-like expression and said, "It's time to this, haven't you thought about who this great saint is?"

"kindness?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. Xin Hai had indeed known who the great saint was in the holy tomb. No wonder everyone was trapped in the middle of the world. Only when he came out did not return to the cave, but came to the real holy tomb.

At this moment, the little cat suddenly screamed and said, "No, it's that crazy guy, boy Yang, hurry up and find the real coffin, otherwise it will be too late."

"Who is that so powerful?" Yang Zhen was stunned and turned his head in surprise and asked.

"Blood Crow!" Hua Youyue suddenly said softly, and a look of surprise flashed 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 a not simple guy, otherwise Hua Youyue would not have changed her face, and the little cat would not have been so anxious.

Although he didn't know what kind of person this blood crow was, Yang Zhen jumped out, avoided the layers of blood and rushed towards the holy tomb.

"Boy, what I said to you before, how are you thinking about?"

A confused look suddenly flashed across Xin Hai's face, his eyes were blood red, and he stared at Yang Zhen like a crow covered in black.

Yang Zhen's scalp was numb, and he didn't know what was going on with this guy. These bloodshots were obviously not things on him. He hurriedly said: "I Sao Sheng thought about it and said, joining the Demon Sect may be really interesting, but I am used to being lazy by nature and like women and the treasures of heaven and earth. Can you give it to me?"

Xin Hai was stunned, laughed loudly, and said, "Boy, as long as you join the Demon Sect and become my disciple, what is the woman and the treasure of heaven and earth? Obviously, everyone in the world is wrong. I can guarantee that the next world will be the world of my Holy Sect."

Yang Zhen yelled, and staggered, almost being caught in blood. He looked at Xin Hai with a strange look on his face. Isn't this guy so funny, right?

The whole world is from the Demon Sect. If Xin Hai can say such words, either his mind is broken or he is lost by something.

What a good old man, but in the end he was confused, which really surprised Yang Zhen.

"And there are also many more techniques, preferably one that can't be practiced." Yang Zhen was talking nonsense, but kept observing the surrounding environment. Without waiting for Xin Hai to speak, he said again: "I have a bit weird personality. I need two parts to practice, one part to practice, and one part to throw away. If you have fewer techniques, I won't do it."

Practice one, throw one?

Not to mention Xin Hai, even the Wu Tianzun, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, was stunned when he heard this and looked at Yang Zhen with a dull look on his face.

The more strange the expressions on the faces of the others were, the more weird they were.

If you throw away one part of your practice, you dare to say this?

If my disciples said such a bastard, if one of them was there, they would have slapped them long ago.

Cultivation resources are hard-won, especially the best practices. Which sect does not regard them as treasures?

Ordinary disciples are not qualified to practice. Only those disciples with excellent performance can comprehend one or two. Not to mention throwing one or two points of cultivation, even if they can look at it and practice it, they are already the core disciples trained by the sect with all their strength.

The corners of Wulun Tianzun's mouth kept twitching, destroying bloodshots while muttering to himself: "Boy, this is too fake. I'm talking nonsense, I believe that you are really willing to join the Demon Sect."

Old Man Yuelong was also stunned, shook his head, and prepared to work hard.

Feng Wuya smiled bitterly, and just as he was about to erupt, he suddenly heard Xin Hai's hearty laughter come.

"Good boy, I like your personality. It turns out that I am a person born to join my Holy Sect. What's the point of throwing one piece of money when practicing. As long as you want, it doesn't matter if you throw it all away. If my Holy Sect can't do whatever it wants, what qualifications are there to be admired by thousands of people?"

Hearing this, Feng Wuya and others staggered, especially the Five Wheel Heavenly Lord. They were stunned and accidentally were wrapped in a bloodshot and flew into the air with a scream.

This...this is OK?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen and Xin Hai with a confused look on their faces. Could it be that these two guys, the old and the young, were they acting?

Yang is acting, everyone can see this. His acting is so fake, it is difficult to see it.

But is Xin Hai also acting?

Why does he want to act?

There is no need for this.

Everyone didn't know what happened to Xin Hai, but it seemed that something amazing had happened to him. His strength had greatly increased, especially these bloodshots, once touched, they would be wrapped up, and it would be difficult to resist.

In this case, Xin Hai would be joking?

Not to mention Feng Wuya and others, even Yang Zhen was stunned and almost fell from mid-air.

Is this agreed?

The Demon Sect is worthy of being the Demon Sect. These people’s thoughts are really imaginative and admire them.

Yang Zhen really yearns for such a life, does whatever he wants, regardless of 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 indeed as Xin Hai said, then the Demon Sect would be a very popular existence for all cultivators to flock to.

"Okay, let me think about it. I think this matter is quite serious. Even if you join the Demon Sect, you can't say so casually, right?"

"Boy, I have limited patience, so you'd better make a decision quickly."

"Okay, give me a cup of tea, I'll think about it carefully... I found it!"

"Finished?" Xin Hai's eyes flashed with a look of surprise and asked, "What have you found?"

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "Old guy, it turns out that this is the real purpose of this blood crow. Don't be stupid. The power he has worked hard to get will not be given to you."

As he said that, Yang Zhen rushed towards a corner of the Holy Tomb. In a very inconspicuous place, a small grass grew and drifted in the wind. But what was surprising was that this grass turned out to be blood-red.

"You dare, son Yang Zhen!"

Seeing Yang Zhen's actions, a wave of blood suddenly burst out from Xin Hai's body, with a roar and a hand that reached out to grab it. Han Yan'er's face suddenly changed. She was pulled by a terrifying force and rushed towards Xin Hai quickly.

Everyone's face changed.

"Boy, hurry up, destroy the blood spirit!" The little cat screamed excitedly.

Seeing Han Yan'er's face pale and about to be strangled by Xin Hai, a trace of murderous aura flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes, and his whole body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"

Go away your sister's blood spirit!
Chapter completed!