But now, this old man has left. Who else on the Cultivation Continent can stop your grand career from Marquis!"

Chu Xinyan's eyes flashed, and his left hand gently stroked the skin on the back of his right hand.

As early as two months ago, the hand was like dry bark.

Now it is smooth and firm.

But Chu Xinyan knew that such a young, smooth and tight person would not last long.

He must do everything possible to accumulate all resources in order to gain true immortality.

Under the bright sunshine, the flowers and plants of Dingbei Hou Mansion are particularly lush and gorgeous.

A beautiful butterfly flapped its wings and landed on the back of Chu Xinyan's hand, as if it was kissing gently.

However, the next moment, his wings were pinched and crushed into powder.

A purple-black flame rose in Chu Xinyan's palm, burning the traces left by the butterfly, and then he sneered: "This is the only good news you call?"

Just one sentence made his subordinate who had just breathed a sigh of relief so scared that he was so sad.

Chu Xinyan's eyes had a strong murderous intent, "Very good. Since they are all waste, then let's become the nourishment for me!"

"Mr. Marquis, please wait a moment. I have another news!!"

Chu Xinyan narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent around him was not dispersed.

"Some people, some people cured the blood evil of the Murong family!"

Chu Xinyan was stunned.

As the most proficient in intelligence and the widest eyewitness of the entire Cultivation Continent, the Marquis of Dingbei, the Marquis of Dingbei, is the most proficient in intelligence in the entire Cultivation Continent.

Of course, Chu Xinyan would not be unaware of what disease the Murong family’s [Blood Evil] is.

"People from the Xue family?"

"No, it's not the Xue family!" The man kneeling on the ground said in a trembling voice, "The Xue family's auxiliary skills can only alleviate the blood evil, but that person, that person, completely cured the blood evil of the Murong family. This is the news that a nail placed in the Murong family was sent back."

These words made Chu Xinyan's pupils suddenly shrink.

"Who is it? Who cured the blood evil of the Murong family? The people from Mule Pavilion?"

The subordinate shook his head repeatedly: "Marty, you should have some impression of this person. The strongest and most famous god of Qingcheng Killing of the seven sons of Xiaoyao, Mu Yan, was the one who cured the blood evil spirit that no one could solve for thousands of years in the Murong family."

Chu Xinyan curled his mouth slightly: "Xiaoyao Seven Sons, Jun Muyan..."

His lips opened and closed, murmured softly, and his eyes were filled with a sure-loving light.

"No hurry, wait until this marquis completes the great hegemony first... Can a little female cultivator not use it for this marquis?"

...

The top of the Fengtian Mountains.

Ning Xu inserted the Demon-killing Sword in his hand into a man's chest with an expressionless face.

The man vomited blood and slowly fell down. His blood-red hand couldn't help but grab Ning Xu's trousers and roared: "Why? Why...will not let me go? I...I have already planned to abandon my cultivation and live a mortal life. Why...I still have to...kill me..."

Ning Xu pulled back his hand and watched the man's chest dissipate with black evil spirits. He lost his spirit in his eyes, and then said coldly: "A day of being a demon will be a demon for the rest of his life. Damn it!"

"You...you are the demon...you are the cold-blooded and vicious demon...the devil..."

With a bang, the man fell to the ground and completely lost his breath.

Ning Xu didn't even look at him, and turned around and was about to leave.

However, at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly surged into the sky in the northern sky.

It was faintly, as if a red suspended staircase appeared in the air.
Chapter completed!