Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Boom!" "No—"

After a few noises, the main hall of the Huiyan Sword Sect suddenly fell silent.

"Senior brother, I don't know whether it's right or wrong to do this..." A soft sigh sounded.

"Hmph, the arrow is on the string and I have to shoot it. I'll go prepare the altar, and you can take care of it here." Hua Fengyuan said coldly, and then left the hall.

In the main hall, there was a sound of tumbling, and the unconscious practitioners were dragged away one by one.

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

Then, wearing a shadow cloak that he had never used before, Zhao Yang watched himself being dragged away with the game log-in device, and then Shi Shiran followed.

Passing through the main hall, the mountains behind became more and more empty, with ice, snow and rocks everywhere.

There was a little chill in Zhao Yang's eyes.

These people who dragged the guests away were strong and dignified, and they didn't look like sword cultivators like the Huiyan Sword Sect at all.

And Zhao Yang felt a faint evil spirit from these people.

"It's like a demon cultivator, but it should only be impregnated with demonic intent, not a real demon cultivator." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong rang in Zhao Yang's ear.

Follow these people all the way to a valley, the valley is shrouded in mist, and the scenery in it can't be seen at all.

Quietly hidden in the mist, Zhao Yang carefully explored.

At the bottom of the valley is a steaming lake. The lake is not big, only a few acres. In the center of the lake, a long sword is stuck on a protruding stone.

All the guests were dragged to the edge of the lake and arranged in a chaotic manner.

"Sovereign, everyone has brought."

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

Two figures landed on the stone in the middle of the lake, one of them was Hua Fengyuan, the suzerain of the Huiyan Sword Sect, and the other, wearing a black mask, exuded dark spiritual power.

Magic repair!

This was the first time Zhao Yang saw a demon cultivator. This dark spiritual power made people feel a tyrannical aura pervading from a distance.

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

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

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

Zhao Yang nodded. Although he still had means, he didn't have any idea of ​​subjugating demons.

"Let's fight!" Hua Fengyuan shouted, several auras rose from all over the valley, and then the auras shot towards the long sword stuck on the stone.

All the aura covered the long sword, and the long sword vibrated with a "buzz", and the blade trembled, as if something was waking up.

"bloodletting."

Hua Fengyuan shouted again, and groups of Huiyan Sword Sect members cut the wrists of the guests who had been dragged before, and let the blood flow to the lake.

After a while, the lake was dyed red.

Moxiu standing beside Hua Fengyuan stretched out his hand, all the blood boiled, and then the bright red blood slowly condensed.

The long sword stuck on the stone seemed to have seen something terrible, and the sound of the vibration became more urgent, as if it was about to break free and fly away.

"Someone has sneaked in!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Zhao Yang followed the voice and saw that it was his fake body that was discovered.

"Humph!"

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

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

Zhao Yang looked at the curtain that was about to be lowered, and then at the practitioners who were being bloodletted in front, he hesitated for a moment.

"From waking them up to taking them away, at least a hundred breaths, there are two practitioners in the Golden Core realm here, and they will never give you so much time." Patriarch Tianhong said in a low voice.

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

Even if he really saves these people, it may not be of any benefit.

But Zhao Yang couldn't bear to let so many people die here.

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

"Crack-"

The talisman landed on the steaming lake, freezing the lake in an instant.

"Hey, I got you!"

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

The black light fell, and there was nothing.

The black curtain covered the entire valley floor, but nothing was found.

The expression on Moxiu's face changed slightly, and he turned his eyes to the frozen lake.

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

"Bam—"

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

"Shh-"

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

She has white hair and looks as handsome as a woman.

The spirit monster clan, Qin Bingzhi.

Qin Bingzhi stood beside the long sword, with a look of regret in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword, saying: "If you want this sword, return your soul to me."

"A member of the Spirit Demon Clan?" Hua Fengyuan showed a trace of fear on his face, and then said viciously: "I don't know what you are talking about, but I, the Huiyan Sword Sect's Blood Refining Sword, cannot be destroyed by you!"

Qin Bingzhi stretched out his hand and flicked the long sword, and the blade made a slight vibration: "Sect Master Hua, if the news about you using the blood of practitioners to refine the sword is spread, will your Huiyan Sword Sect still want to gain a foothold in the cultivation world?"

"Hehe, Brother Mochi will take care of everything." Hua Fengyuan smiled coldly, turned to look at the black-faced demon cultivator beside him and said, "Brother Dao, what if two spirits are integrated into one sword?"

"Wouldn't that be better?" The black-faced demon cultivator said with his eyes shining brightly: "The souls of the spirit monster clan are most suitable to be weapon spirits. I have tried to fuse several souls into one magic weapon before, and the power is doubled. "

Hearing Moxiu's words, Hua Fengyuan had a greedy smile on his face.

"Well, let's take this kid down together, and merge the spirit and soul into the long sword together."

"Yes, yes, but the raw materials for the blood sacrifice are not enough, and the spirits promised before are not enough." The black-faced demon cultivator said coldly.

Hua Fengyuan glanced at the valley, nodded with some pain and said: "Brother Dao will not suffer."

After speaking, he flashed his figure and rushed towards Qin Bingzhi.

"Hmph, it seems that you have joined the demon cultivator!" Qin Bingzhi's figure flashed, and he landed on the lake with a long sword in his hand.

With a wave of Hua Fengyuan's arm, a stream of sword energy swept across, the lake surface exploded, and countless ice cubes and water arrows pierced towards Qin Bingzhi.

Qin Bingzhi didn't dare to take it head-on, and flew into the air. Those ice cubes and water arrows hit the unconscious people on the bank, causing a muffled groan.

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

"There are still people!"

Hua Fengyuan's face became ugly, and the eyes of Moxiu, who had been investigating with a tent before, also flickered.

"This person actually knows the solution to Hei Kui's snake venom..."