"Bang!" "No-"

After a few noisy sounds, the main hall of the Limestone Sword Sect suddenly became quiet.

"Senior brother, I don't know whether this is right or wrong..." A sigh rang out.

"Hmph, the arrow is on the string and I have to fire it. I'll prepare the altar. You can solve it here." Hua Fengyuan said coldly, and then left the hall.

In the hall, there were stumbles, and coma practitioners were dragged away.

Taking advantage of the chaos, a faint light of inspiration flashed across Zhao Yang's body.

Then, wearing a shadow cloak that he had never used before, Zhao Yang watched himself transformed with the game login and was dragged away, and then Shi Shiran followed.

After passing through the hall, the mountains behind became more and more empty, and ice, snow and rocks could be seen everywhere.

A little chill appeared in Zhao Yang's eyes.

These people who dragged the guests away were sturdy and had a heavy breath, not like the sword cultivator like the Limestone Sword Sect.

Zhao Yang felt a faint evil spirit from these people.

"It's like a demon cultivator, but it should be just being immersed in demonic intentions. I'm not a real demon cultivator." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong sounded in Zhao Yang's ears.

I followed these people to a valley, and the valley was filled with mist and I could not see the scenery there.

Secretly hiding in the fog, Zhao Yang carefully investigated.

At the bottom of the valley is a steaming lake. The lake is not big, only a few acres. In the middle of the lake, a long sword is inserted into a sudden stone.

All the guests were dragged to the edge of the lake and placed in a mess.

"Sect Master, everyone brought it."

As the words fell, the fog rose in the valley, making the originally unclear picture even more blurred.

Two figures fell on the stones in the middle of the lake. One of them was Hua Fengyuan, the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect, and the other, wearing a black mask, exuding dark spiritual power all over.

Demonic cultivator!

This is the first time Zhao Yang has seen a demon cultivator. This dark spiritual power makes people feel a violent aura from afar.

No wonder Mu Canghe said that although he has evil spirits, he is not a demon cultivator. These two auras are completely different.

"This person's cultivation is not weak, you kid are careful." Old Ancestor Tianhong said in a low voice.

The ancestor Tianhong now only has one soul, and the power that can be exerted in the real world is very small. Zhao Yang himself is only in the realm of body refining and his combat power is limited.

Zhao Yang nodded. Although he still had the means, he had no idea of ​​subduing demons.

"Get up the formation!" Hua Fengyuan shouted softly, and several spiritual lights rose from all over the valley, and then the spiritual light shot towards the long sword inserted in the stone.

All the spiritual lights were hidden on the long sword, and the sword was buzzing with a "buzzing" sound, and the sword body trembled, as if something was awakening.

"bloodletting."

Hua Fengyuan shouted softly again, and teams of people from the Limestone Sword Sect cut the wrists of the guests who had been dragged in before, allowing blood to flow to the lake.

But in a moment, the lake was dyed red.

The demon cultivator standing beside Hua Fengyuan stretched out his hand, and all the blood was gushing, and then the bright red blood slowly condensed.

The long sword inserted in the stone seemed to see something terrible, and the sound of the sound was even more urgent, as if it was about to break free and fly away.

"Someone has crept in!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Zhao Yang looked at him in the voice and found that it was his fake body that was discovered.

"snort!"

Hearing the exclamation, Hua Fengyuan and others' faces changed drastically. The demon cultivator just snorted coldly, and a black spiritual power flew out from his hand, turning into a black curtain tent, covering the entire valley bottom.

The tent slowly fell down, like a fishing net, covering it inch by inch.

Zhao Yang looked at the curtain tent that was about to be covered, and then looked at the practitioners who were being bleeding in front of him, and he was a little hesitant for a moment.

"From waking them up to taking them away, at least a hundred breaths, there are two practitioners in the Golden Elixir realm here, and they won't give you so much time at all." Ancestor Tianhong whispered.

Zhao Yang could hear what he meant, don’t meddle in other people’s business.

Even if I really save these people, I don’t know how good it will be.

But Zhao Yang felt a little embarrassed to let so many people die here.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and several spiritual talismans were activated.

"Click--"

The talisman fell on the hot lake surface, instantly freezing the lake surface.

"Hehe, I've caught you!"

The black-faced demon cultivator grinned, and a black light enveloped the place where Zhao Yang was before.

The black light fell and nothing was left.

The black curtain covered the entire valley bottom and found nothing.

The expression on the magic cultivator's face changed slightly, and he looked at the frozen lake.

Hua Fengyuan also looked at the lake and slashed down fiercely with a sword light in his hand.

"Bang--"

Water splashes and ice cubes splashed up, and the bottom of the valley was instantly covered by a white mist.

"Swish--"

A figure flew out of the lake, and flashed, and landed on the edge of the long sword stuck in the stone.

He has white hair and a handsome appearance as a woman.

The Spirit Demon Clan, Qin Bingzhi.

Qin Bingzhi stood beside the sword, with a hint of regret in his eyes, and reached out to pull the sword up and said, "If you want this sword, return your soul to me."

"Spiritual Demon Clan?" Hua Fengyuan showed a hint of fear on his face, and then said viciously: "I don't know what you are talking about, but my blood-refining sword weapon in the Limestone Sword Sect cannot be destroyed!"

Qin Bingzhi stretched out his hand and shot the long sword, and the sword body made a gentle sound: "Master Hua, if the matter of your blood refining of the cultivator is spread, will your Limestone Sword Sect still want to gain a foothold in the cultivation world?"

"Haha, Brother Mo Chi will take everything down." Hua Fengyuan smiled coldly, turned to look at the black-faced demon cultivator beside him and said, "Brother Dao, what if two souls are integrated into a sword weapon?"

"Wouldn't that be better?" The black-faced demon cultivator said with his eyes: "The souls of the Spirit Demon Clan are most suitable for making weapon spirits. I have tried to melt several souls into a magic weapon at the same time, and the power will be doubled."

Hearing the words of the demon cultivator, Hua Fengyuan showed a greedy smile on his face.

"Okay, let's take this kid down together and integrate his soul into the long sword."

"It's OK, but the raw materials for the blood sacrifice are insufficient, and the souls I promised before are not enough." The black-faced demon cultivator said coldly.

Hua Fengyuan glanced through the valley and nodded in pain, "I won't let Brother Dao suffer."

After saying that, his figure flashed and rushed towards Qin Bingzhi.

"Hmph, it seems that you are already in the same position as the demon cultivator!" Qin Bingzhi flashed and landed on the lake with a long sword in his hand.

Hua Fengyuan waved his arm, and a sword energy swept across, the lake surface exploded, and countless ice cubes pierced at Qin Bingzhi.

Qin Bingzhi did not dare to take it head-on, so he flew into the air. The ice and water arrows hit the unconscious people on the shore, causing a muffled groan.

Then a flame instantly enveloped all the unconscious people, and the huge heat made these people scream and sat up one after another.

"There are still people!"

Hua Fengyuan's face became ugly, and the eyes of the demon cultivator who had previously investigated the curtain also flashed.
Chapter completed!