Yan Bing, Hu Yu, and Yao Yuanjie also trembled under Long Xiaoshan's calm gaze, and hurriedly bowed and shouted: "Senior."
The person is still the same person.
But it has long been different in their hearts.
Although Long Xiaoshan still looks ordinary, he is even much younger than them.
However, everyone respects the teacher.
The Hidden Sect has never judged heroes by age, and strength is the foundation. Even if a younger generation becomes a master in the same sect, he will immediately be called honored and become the supreme elder of the sect.
Besides, who knows Long Xiaoshan’s real age?
It is not difficult for people in the Hidden Sect to change their appearance.
They had guessed all the great masters in the top ten of the Dragon List in their hearts, but no one dared to ask. Since Long Xiaoshan had come to disguise, it means that he didn't want to know his identity. Who would dare to take this big shot?
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I saw Zhao Xiaoqiao standing next to Long Xiaoshan.
A hint of emotion and jealousy surged in Yan Bing's heart.
I thought Zhao Xiaoqiao was blind and found a bad guy. Who knew that it was him who was blind? Zhao Xiaoqiao actually got to such a powerful man. Although the top ten masters on the Dragon List were at least fifty or sixty years old.
But if she could reach these powerful powers, she would probably rush to see her at 99.9% of the women in the world, even she would be no exception.
Long Xiaoshan was about to speak.
Suddenly, his expression moved and he turned around suddenly.
The blood in the blood pool was rolling and bubbled.
Could it be that the old Taoist from the Black Scale Sect could still move? Long Xiaoshan's eyes were pounding, and he actually found that the blood pool could not penetrate his heavenly eyes.
Hurry!
Hurry!
The blood was rushing, and the water surface seemed to be decreasing.
A few minutes later, the blood in the blood pool disappeared. Everyone saw that at the bottom of the huge blood pool were countless white bones, layer by layer, shocking.
When everyone saw those bones, their faces changed.
How many people will die?
Zhao Xiaoqiao covered her mouth and her eyes turned red. She saw that among the bones, some of them were very small, obviously they were young children, and some had a small skeleton on the abdomen of the skeleton. It was obvious that she should have been a pregnant woman during her lifetime.
Even Li Huan and others were often used to life and death, so they couldn't help but tremble and angry at this time.
"I'm afraid these are the missing villagers in Qingye Village. I think there are more than one hundred bones here. This Black Scale Sect is really damn, and it actually does such an inhumane thing."
Killing in Hidden Gate is very common.
But it was basically a fight between warriors.
The Hidden Sect has a boundary between the secular world, and the existence of the Dragon Group is to prevent the Hidden Sect from breaking this boundary, that is, the Hidden Sect cannot attack ordinary people.
Of course, this kind of precept cannot completely prevent people in the Hidden Sect from killing ordinary people.
After all, ordinary people are too fragile to people in the Hidden Sect.
Therefore, there are not many people who die, and the impact is not great.
The Dragon Group will only warn at most.
But such large-scale massacres destroyed human nature. This is something that the dragon group cannot tolerate, and it is the final bottom line. No matter what the origin is, the Hidden Sect must be investigated to the end.
Long Xiaoshan's face darkened. It seemed that he had taken advantage of the old Taoist lightly.
Had he known that the Black Scale Sect was so crazy, he would have gone to Zhongzhou long ago.
In the center of countless white bones, a black coffin was placed. Judging from the shape of the coffin, he was definitely a big man during his lifetime, because this coffin was obviously much larger than an ordinary coffin, and the shape was complex and gorgeous. I don’t know how much it cost.
Artificial.
Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank even more violently.
This huge coffin is actually made of soul-focusing wood.
Who has such a terrifying work?
Although the soul-raising wood cannot be said to be rare in the world, it is absolutely precious. Its weight is much more expensive than gold. Even the Hidden Sect School cannot get so many soul-raising woods.
Not to mention anything else, the value of this coffin is no longer measured.
What kind of big man is he who is willing to use such a priceless coffin. Moreover, although the soul-raising wood is expensive, what is the use for dead people? It is better to have a golden coffin or a crystal coffin to show your identity more gorgeously.
Suddenly, a pale head emerged from one end of the coffin.
Everyone's scalp exploded.
After all, a miserable white head appeared on a black coffin, which was really scary.
But then everyone saw that the head was nothing but someone else, the old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect whose blood pool was knocked down by Long Xiaoshan. At this time, his dry and thin body was lying on the side of the coffin, with a big hole on his body, and it was still flowing gray.
The liquid—the red blood flowing in his body was not flowing.
The old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect is obviously dying.
After all, the Black Nightmare Sword is an ancient magic weapon.
The old Taoist looked up at the people standing by the blood pool with resentment, especially Long Xiaoshan. The resentment in his eyes seemed to be splashing out halfway, and cursed: "You must die well, you will all die, the devil has awakened, hell
When you come to the world, everyone will die..."
puff!
A flying knife stabbed the old Taoist's eyebrows directly.
Li Huan said coldly: "Diet to the point of death, I dare to speak nonsense. You Black Scale Sect will be sanctioned by the Dragon Group."
"Hehehehe..."
The old Taoist was penetrated by a flying knife and did not die. Instead, he smiled even more evilly and resentfully, like an evil ghost crawling out of Jiuyou. His hands suddenly opened and he roared: "Kasanula, Mowara...
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The old Taoist roared inexplicably strange syllables. These syllables sound meaningless, and they also seem to be chanting in the underworld...
With his roar.
The ground trembled violently.
At the bottom of the blood pool, many twisted and ugly black patterns lit up, as if they were countless devil's tentacles, and all the patterns rushed towards the black coffin.
Black lights also lit up from the black coffin, and a large amount of black gas penetrated out of the coffin.
"Resurrection, Lord Guiming..."
"Resurrection, my master..."
...
"What's going on?" Everyone looked at the strange scene in front of them and felt a chill inexplicably, as if something terrifying was about to happen.
Li Huan even shot several flying knives.
All of them were inserted into the fatal parts of the old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect, but the old Taoist of the Black Scale Sect seemed to have lost consciousness. When the flying knife was inserted into the wood, it still roared.
Only Long Xiaoshan's eyes were staring at the coffin with cold eyes.
Click!
With a light sound, the lid of the coffin seemed to tremble.
Kick!
Immediately afterwards, the lid of the coffin slowly moved down. I don’t know how long it took, but everyone felt that it was as long as a century.
Bang!
The lid of the coffin fell down completely, and a white palm grabbed the edge of the coffin and slowly supported the body.