Ding Xie seemed not to hear the cries of his uncles.
No mercy.
Wan Dharma seal, sword control.
"disease."
The sword light gallops.
The top-quality magic weapon flying sword turned into rainbow light when surrounding it.
Even Ding Xie didn't stop, let alone Tu Shanjun.
After further mobilizing Ding Xie's mana, the incomplete arm quickly grew back, and the aura that had fallen slightly stabilized again.
He pinched Xiao Wanli's neck, curled the ghost claw of his right hand into a seal, and quickly clicked on the nodes where Xiao Wanli's mana flowed, immediately cutting off Xiao Wanli's entire mana flow.
"Spirit Demon Blood Killing Technique."
The blue-black arm stuck in Xiao Wanli's chest quickly withered, and the squeezed blood turned into thousands of threads and merged into Xiao Wanli's body.
The mana drawn by the Ghost King's Reincarnation was too great, so the moment Xiao Wanli was subdued, Ding Xie had already lifted the Ghost King's Reincarnation and caused all the evil ghosts to return to the Soul Flag.
At the same time, take a Yinhun Dan to replenish the missing mana.
"Keng!"
The two flying swords that came quickly blocked Ding Xie's magic sword.
In the blink of an eye, two uncles and one of their peers had appeared in the center of the battlefield.
"Can't kill."
"Ding Xie, you must not kill him."
The magic weapon Flying Sword was bounced back into his hand, and Ding Xie looked at the family members solemnly.
Even though he had been away from home for thirty years, he still recognized these people, but he didn't expect that his former elder brothers had also stepped into the foundation building.
Tu Shanjun did not directly strangle Xiao Wanli, but looked sideways at Ding Xie.
The spell has been buried, and Xiao Wanli has also been interrupted by the flow of mana around his body. Even if he wanted to take action, he could not break free from Tu Shanjun's ghost claws.
He also had many things to ask Xiao Wanli of the Blood Evil Sect.
Ding Xie's expression was cold: "Everyone can kill a demonic thief, let alone this thief who sneaked into the family for evil purposes."
The old man who used the flying sword Ding Xie to attack stood up.
Normal build, a bit skinny.
However, the cultivation level is also in the middle stage of foundation building, and there seems to be signs of advancement.
Her black hair is tied up with a hair crown, and although the wrinkles on her face are few, they are very large.
The old man quickly explained: "Ding Xie, things are not what you think."
"The sect represented by Brother Daoist Xiao has business dealings with the family. You hit the wrong person."
"Furthermore, we knew that you were fighting with fellow Daoist Xiao, so we rushed over as soon as possible. We also hoped that you would not suffer any loss."
Ding Xie bowed his hands slightly and saluted. This is also an old man in the family. It is his turn to salute and say hello: "Seventh uncle, don't say any more about the situation."
What he said were just polite words without any nutrition, and he didn't want to know at all.
Looking at Xiao Wanli's initial conversation with him, it was obvious that there was a bigger hidden story. How could it be just a simple business transaction?
"Uncle, is there anything you want to explain to me?" Then he looked at the silent fifth uncle.
"Why don't you tell me, brother, and I'll listen to you, brother."
This uncle didn't say anything, so Ding Xie turned his gaze to the eldest brother of Dun's generation, and his originally dull expression became a bit colder.
When Ding Xie saw this, Ding Dunsheng, who was standing next to his uncle, immediately became serious.
"Nonsense, the family business is extensive and involves many people. You are a disciple of Wanfa Sect. Can't you see that the world is not black and white at all?"
Ding Xie pursed his lips and nodded, finally understanding.
These people in the family would not shed tears until they saw the coffin, and they had no intention of telling him the truth of the matter.
He was isolated by the three foundation-building monks and could not get to Xiao Wanli's side, so he could only wave.
Tu Shanjun immediately understood what Ding Xie meant, lifted Xiao Wanli up, stretched out his ghost hand and punched him in the Dantian.
"puff!"
Xiao Wanli was like a fish that landed on the beach, breathing in the air with big mouthfuls, and his eyes were about to pop out.
The blood he coughed up wet his clothes.
His originally handsome face also became distorted.
But he still stared at Tushanjun with his eyes full of confusion and surprise.
The cultivation of the Soul Banner is a long-term plan. Even if the Blood Demon Sect has a long Yin Mountain, it is extremely difficult to obtain high-level Yin Soul Demons. Most of them rely on killing people to get goods.
Even if you kill the foundation-building monks of the same level, the evil ghosts obtained are only Yin gods, and the overall strength is lower than that of the monks of the same level.
Why is this thing in front of me so powerful?
After he was approached, all his magic power was pushed back to his Dantian and he couldn't use it at all.
'That's not right. Why doesn't the main soul in the later stage of foundation building attack the banner master?'
'It was the late stage of foundation building just now, why is the aura now in the middle stage of foundation building?'
The more I think about it, the more cluttered my thoughts become, and the more questions arise.
Xiao Wanli felt that he, a genuine disciple of the Blood Evil Sect, could not understand the Soul Banner as well as the Wanfa Sect.
It was as if the soul flag in his hand was fake.
Tu Shanjun's height of over seven feet already has a strong sense of oppression, and the pair of scarlet ghost eyes on his solemn green face show it more vividly.
"I just taught him a lesson with this punch, and with the next punch, I will destroy his Dantian." Ding Xie calmly narrated.
"Since my uncle doesn't speak, you can think about it and know something."
On this side, Tushanjun raised his fist again.
The evil ghost aura in the foundation building stage is indeed very powerful. With such a powerful helper, the monks of the Ding family dare not act rashly.
Only Ding Wanchun is in the middle stage of foundation building, and the other two are in the early stage of foundation building.
Ding Xie is also a disciple of Wanfa Sect and is good at fighting.
Even if the three of them attack together, they may not be able to capture Ding Xie in an instant.
If he fails to capture Ding Xie, Xiao Wanli, who is held in the evil ghost's hands, will die on the spot.
They didn't take action even though they were afraid of the enemy.
Xiao Wanli spit out a mouthful of blood and forced a smile: "Hey...hey."
"Sooner or later we will have a showdown with him, so why should you keep it secretive?"
"The life of Master Yuyan in Yangcheng is no longer long. Of course, I, the Blood Evil Sect, want to get a share of the pie, so I am sent to contact the families and sects around Yangcheng on behalf of the sect."
"The Ding family in Beiluo Valley, you are not willing to live in Beiluo Valley forever."
Xiao Wanli looked relaxed, even the soul flag in his hand fell aside.
Once Master Yueyan dies, Yangcheng will definitely be in chaos, and this big piece of fat will attract many monks who are eyeing him.
The major sects will not give up.
As the largest demon sect in the Xiaohuang Territory, the Blood Evil Sect has also made preparations in advance.
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the Blood Evil Sect wanted to get a share of the Yangcheng affairs, so they came to the family to discuss it.
Ding Xie's expression changed slightly and he looked at the family members: "Why the Blood Evil Sect?"
"We are still talking." The seventh uncle replied helplessly.
They were unsure about paying attention to this matter. The specific news brought by the Blood Evil Sect needed to be discussed within the family, and they could not be completely believed by just catching wind and shadow.
And even if we really want to talk about distribution, we must not only maximize profits, but also find a reliable sect to rely on.
Small sects, small sects, and ancestors are only at the peak of foundation building. They don't have much power to choose, and they all need to rely on stronger ones.
They wanted to rely on the Wanfa Sect, after all, the family members had disciples of the Wanfa Sect.
But Wanfa Sect is too far away.
Water from afar cannot quench thirst from near.
Relationships need to be tied up with interests. You have to travel so far to send offerings. Why would people bother to help across such a long distance? It’s not enough to cover travel expenses.
The eldest brother Ding Dunsheng persuaded: "Ding Xie, why don't you let him go? If the two sects are fighting, we won't kill him. Even though he is a member of the Blood Fiend Sect, he is also a guest of the Lai family. We can't kill him."
Tu Shanjun looked at Ding Xie with his scarlet eyes, waiting for Ding Xie's decision.
If he were allowed to make the decision, he would definitely let Xiao Wanli die.
Everyone who belongs to the Blood Evil Sect must die.
Tu Shanjun cannot repay kindness with kindness at all. He has not implicated others and is considered a bottom-line person.
How to repay kindness with kindness?
He had never told anyone about that kind of despair and helplessness, and he couldn't imagine it again.
Without this incomplete attribute panel system, he would be dead and there would be no way to maintain normal sanity.
Even if he dies, he still has to become a slave soul in the hands of Zhao Shixian and help him kill people.
That's not pain at all, but hate.
He hates demon cultivators, and he hates the Blood Evil Sect even more.
There are demon cultivators in the Blood Evil Sect, Tu Shanjun, no matter what their life experience is, or how cruel their childhood was, this is not the reason why they can kill people at will.
We are all human beings, and it is not easy for anyone.
If you feel that cultivating an immortal is hard, then go back to the secular world and live a good life.
I don’t want to be a rich man, I want to become an immortal.
Tushanjun will tell them, dream!
Since you have killed someone, be prepared for your sect to be destroyed by your enemies.
For more than ten years, Tushanjun kept his hatred coming back and forth.
He thought he would feel huge resentment when he saw the members of the Blood Fiend Sect again.
In fact, he was just a little excited and happy. The so-called hatred was not shown on his face at all, nor did it affect his mind.
The excitement and joy were just because I finally met the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect.
After more than ten years of spiritual practice, Tushanjun learned to restrain his instincts.
Ding Xie was troubled in his heart.
Even his body was frozen in place.
On the one hand, there are family interests.
If Xiao Wanli died in his hands, the Blood Evil Sect would think it was the Ding family who refused.
And he still killed their envoy in front of him, which was to enmity.
If you are exploring a secret realm or fighting a magic battle, although there will be hatred, it is obviously not as serious as it is now.
This is no longer just a matter for him.
As a disciple of Wanfa Sect, he will naturally not be held accountable by the Blood Evil Sect.
He wants to do things by himself, but if the family is not good enough, it will affect many people.
Ding Xie couldn't say such words.
On the other hand, Brother Tu Shan was harmed by members of the Blood Fiend Sect. He must be full of resentment and want him to kill Xiao Wanli.
He felt the vibration of the soul flag when he was in the family.
If he doesn't make this decision, he will be sorry for Tu Shanjun.
"Let Ding Xie go."
"Ding Xie, you really can't bear this matter."
"If in another time and place, you had a conflict, we wouldn't say this, but today is different from the past."
My uncles are all trying to persuade me.
The eldest brother of the same generation also hurriedly persuaded Ding Xie.
They all want Ding Xie to make big things into trivial matters.
At this moment, Xiao Wanli said: "I swear by the way of heaven and my heart, as long as you let me go, I will never cause trouble to your family."
There was a buzzing sound.
It makes messy thoughts fly.
Ding Xie looked hesitant and struggled in his heart. We provide you with the fastest updates and free reading.