Chapter 395
Changlan Sect Master Peak.
Lin Xining still sits steadily in the pavilion drinking tea and watching the excitement.
Beside him, there is a row of direct disciple standing.
Just now, after Liu Fengci discovered that a cultivator was causing trouble, he directly sent a message to all these direct disciples to seek shelter from Lin Xining.
The Mountain Protecting Great Formation of their sect is the opponent of these hundred Immortal Sects glare like a tiger watching his prey, and now he and the Great Elders are going to protect Zhu Hua.
Sect's situation is inevitably not taken care of.
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Outside the pavilion, a dozen direct disciple looked at each other, looking at each other in blank dismay.
Sect Master asked them to come and seek shelter from this senior, they did, and came.
But this senior is too leisurely...
Elder (Master) They are living and dead outside, but this one is drinking tea and watching the fun. !
These direct disciple silently gave their Master and Sect Master a handful of bitter tears in their hearts, and at the same time they began to feel complacent in their hearts.
This senior is so leisurely, so naturally he has a big hole card.
It can't be said that it is still a big killer that the hundreds of Immortal Sects outside can't fight!
So, a group of people looked towards sect at this time. Those hundreds of Immortal Sects outside of sect have some...compassion in their eyes?
There are even individual dísciples who have made up for it in their hearts and minds. A hundred Immortal Sects attacked the door and then was cut down by Lin Xining with a single sword.
Unconsciously, these dísciples have gradually changed their leisurely attitude towards Lin Xining.
Look at this demeanor, this wanton! This is the gangster style!
Sect Master deserves to be Sect Master, it is far-sighted than them!
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Lin Xining, who was watching the excitement in the pavilion, felt the emotional changes around him, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
Really a bunch of unfathomable mystery little fools.
I don't know that the personal biography of Lin Xining as a "little idiot" looked at Lin Xining's silhouette with eagerness in their eyes.
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Outside the Changlan Sect.
The black-bearded veteran headed by Immortal Palace escaped from the world, while drawing his beard, plotting against this in his heart.
The middle-aged cultivator headed by Zixiaozong standing next to them had a stern face, cast a glance at the old black beard, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
"Elder Wang, what do you think of the Changlanzong?"
"I am your Junior below, I would like to ask you for your opinion."
The old black beard listened to the words of the middle-aged cultivator, put away his calculations, with a smile on his face.
"I remember you are the Outer Sect Elder of the Zixiaozong, hehe, since you are sincerely asking for advice, I will not ask you to talk about it."
Said, This black-bearded veteran has the appearance of pointing the country, and he is talking with the middle-aged cultivator in an forerunner posture.
The middle-aged cultivator looked at Blackbeard's old-fashioned words, and his face also showed a humbly asking for advice.
While his face was humble, he listened carefully, while in his heart he devalued the old black beard.
Those Small Immortal Gate one hundred meters to the left of Zixiaozong secretly listened to the voice of the old black beard, and the not-so-smart mind seemed to be enlightenment, like a cloud.
Immediately after waiting for the old black beard to finish speaking, he graciously stepped forward to compliment.
Hold your thigh, hold your thigh!
They, these Small Immortal Gates, they all want to follow these Great Immortal Sects with some broth he he he he, they have no chance to get involved with the ancient secret treasures, but this Long Lan Sect is in the end. Medium Immortal Sect with more foundation than their sect.
when the time comes ..... These resources that Great Immortal Sect doesn't look up to, aren't they the Small Immortal Gate?
The more I think about it, the cultivator of Small Immortal Gate gets more excited, and the greed in my heart is more straightforwardly written on his face.
The middle-aged cultivator snort disdainfully for these unseen gestures of Small Immortal Gate, fiercely belittled in his heart.
Even under the rainbow farts of these Small Immortal Gates, the old man with a black beard was fiercely scolded by the middle-aged cultivator in his heart.
A group of idiots who have never seen the world, even their group of landslide dogs dare to fight the idea of Chang Lanzong.
The Elder who escaped from Immortal Palace is also a waste! After being held up by a group of earth-falling shingles, I didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Looking at his smiling pleated face, he knew what was going on in his heart.
This kind of immortal Sect can also be ranked in the ranks of High Level Immortal Sect, which is simply embarrassing to them!
The more the middle-aged cultivator thinks this way, the more he despises the Immortal Palace, and quietly excludes the Immortal Palace from the ranks of competitors.
"Elder Wang, I suddenly remembered that there are other things, so I won’t bother you."
The touted black beard veteran heard the voice of the middle-aged cultivator. Waved his hand indifferently.
So, the middle-aged cultivator left here with his Immortal Sect dísciple.
Behind the old black beard, Mu Qing glanced at the middle-aged cultivator who was leaving, whispered to the same sect next to him and left quietly.
At the scene, a few dísciples from other Immortal Sect also quietly left their Immortal Sect team at the same time.
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In an ordinary small earth mountain, an isolated array is arranged here by Mu Qing.
After Mu Qing has arranged the isolation array, both hands formed hand-seals hides his figure.
Soon, one after another, those male dísciples who left their Immortal Sect team came here by appointment.
They are the same, pinch the trick before isolating the array.
Their silhouette immediately disappeared in place just like Mu Qing.
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The picture flipped, and these male dísciples whose silhouettes had disappeared appeared in a valley.
Within the valley, there are dense bones everywhere, and the sky is full of blood energy.
But these male dísciples who came here were unconscious, their eyes were blank, and they walked toward the center of the mountain valley mechanically on the bones.
The center of the valley.
A huge bloodstone stood on a platform made of bones, and the female cultivator called Mu Qing was sitting there quietly cross-legged at this time.
Soon, all those male dísciples walked to this platform.
Mu Qing, who had been sitting there cross-legged, also stood up from the stage at this time. She looked at the male dísciple who stood in a circle around the platform, with a cruel and contemptuous smile on her face.
"This group of supplements is far worse than the previous batch, but it is still a bit useful to me."
After saying this, Mu Qing's face wore weirdness. Smile.
At the same time, her hands were not idle, she pinched the tactics frantically, and there was an obscure incantion in her mouth.
As she read more incantation, the bloodstone behind her began to expose this weird red light.
Then, those godless male dísciples began to self-mutilate, and they used the Life Source Magical Artifact they carried with them to cut their arms.
A drop of blood followed their outstretched hand, flowing on the bone platform.
When Mu Qing saw this, the smile on his face became even more ferocious, like a mad woman, his eyes were full of madness.
"It's coming, it's coming..."
The blood flowing on the bone platform is moved by an invisible force, forming a Totem appearance. And the position where Mu Qing is standing is just right in the center of Totem!
Mu Qing felt the more and more blood energy under her feet, and finally stopped depressing herself, and laughed wildly.
Along with her laughter, there was also the sound of a male dísciple falling to the ground because of excessive blood loss, falling down and hitting the bones.
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