"You little girl is so shameless, I will cut your tongue first."
A palm wind struck instantly, and the overbearing and killing palm wind was like a thousand blades, chilling people's hearts.
Su Yin dodged and easily avoided the sudden attack from the leader of the Immortal Killing Cult.
He straightened his somewhat messy clothes and said with a smile, "Master, don't be impulsive! If you cut out my tongue, you won't know where the original blood is hidden."
The folding fan in his hand swayed, and Su Yin Gan clearly moved out of position when he was hit by the second palm wind.
"It seems that the old man is a sensible person and knows that if he hurts Su Yin, Su Yin will forget where the original blood is hidden."
"Little boy, don't think you can threaten me." The voice gradually became closer and closer, and almost in the blink of an eye, a black shadow appeared in front of Su Yin.
The leader of the Immortal Killing Sect was the old man hidden on the giant tree. He was also the old woodcutter who changed his appearance when they first entered the forest.
"Should I call you the old man who chopped firewood, or should I call you the leader of the Immortal Killing Cult?"
The leader of the Killing Immortal Cult snorted coldly, looked at Su Yin's indifferent smile, half-squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "Young girl is really smart. If you hadn't killed my disciple, I would have been willing to accept you as my disciple."
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"Wrong, old man, what you said is completely wrong."
With a wave of the folding fan in his hand, Su Yin corrected the Immortal Killing Cult Master's words, "It wasn't me who killed Sikong, it was you, the master, who drove your apprentice to a dead end."
If one traces the root cause, it is Sikong and Qingkong's mother and father who forced the two brothers to the situation they are in today.
They are twin brothers, but death is their only salvation.
"Don't talk about those irrelevant lives with this leader. I eat more salt than you eat rice. Bring me the original blood and I can let you go."
"Eat more salt than I eat rice?"
Su Yin raised her eyebrows, as if hearing some funny joke, and laughed, "Old man, aren't you afraid of being salted to death?"
"Don't fight with me. If you don't hand over your original blood to me today, not only you, but the five hundred people who just left will also die here."
Squinting his eyes, the Immortal Killing Cult Leader seemed unable to open his eyes forever, staring at Su Yin and others.
"If you hand over your original blood, I will not only not care about you killing Sikong, but I will also teach you the teachings of our religion and make you a saint of our religion."
When Su Yin heard this, she raised her beautiful eyebrows even higher, held her folding fan in front of her red lips and laughed regardless of her image.
"Old man, is it better to say that you are whimsical, or that you are wishful thinking." After laughing enough, Su Yin instantly changed his expression.
A pair of phoenix eyes stared at the leader of the Immortal Killing Cult, and the killing intent that suddenly emerged in his eyes was no worse than that of the leader of the Immortal Killing Cult.
"Let alone the Immortal Killing Sect, even the Four Kingdoms are not in my eyes, Su Yin."
What are the Four Kingdoms and what is the Immortal Killing Sect? As long as Su Yin wants to, there is nothing she can't do.
After the Yin City Guards Battle, Su Yin completely figured out one thing and wanted to protect the people and everything he wanted to protect.
Only standing at the highest point of this world is the root of everything.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the Immortal Killing Sect, the Liao Kingdom, the Yuan Kingdom, Beiyan, Xiling, or the Canglang Kingdom.