I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"what?"

At this moment, Ye Nan suddenly thought of something, and let out a light sigh.

He thought of it, a few days ago when he and Tang Manjin went to Yichun Courtyard, they happened to meet so many disciples from the Bloody Holy Land to wash their feet.

This atmosphere, perhaps it was caused by Mr. Xu.

The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If the top is terrible, the bottom must not be much better.

Thinking of this, Ye Nan doesn't regret what he did today.

"I'll take care of Mr. Xu first, you figure it out!"

Huarong put down a harsh word, and left in a huff.

Ye Nan didn't take it seriously, and muttered faintly: "May the illness overcome him as soon as possible."

woohoo~~~
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, stirring up the heavy snow all over the ground.

Ye Nan shuddered, he didn't want to stay here any longer, and turned into a streamer and returned to the Holy Land of Yin and Yang.

When he came back the next day, he heard from a certain disciple that Mr. Xu was critically ill and seemed to be dying.

When he came back on the third day, a white cloth had already been hung in front of the main hall, and the handsome man in linen and filial piety bought a coffin and put the body of Elder Xu into it.

Old Xu is dead.

Ye Nan was so pissed off.

But Ye Nan has no regrets at all.

If you die, you die. It’s no big deal. It’s better for people like this to die a few more times. They have a bit of strength and personality, but they’re just spending money and drinking. I like to go to such chic places. It’s unreasonable not to die. .

Ye Nan boasted that he came here to lead this Holy Land to strive for strength, so what if he didn't eliminate a few garbage.

Elder Xu's funeral was more grand. More than 9000 disciples dressed in mourning and clothed him, and placed him in the most conspicuous place in the Holy Land.

For three consecutive days, the Bloody Holy Land cried loudly.

"Oh, no one will be able to lend us money in the future!"

"It's all because of that Nan Ye, who actually pissed Mr. Xu to death. Isn't he just looking for a woman? Could it be that the old man can't marry a young and beautiful woman?"

Some disciples who always borrowed money from Mr. Xu kept scanning Ye Nan with vicious eyes.

Here, Ye Nan also sensed their hateful eyes.

Take a closer look.

It turned out that these were the people who shared the dormitory with Tang Manjin back then.

"These rubbish should also be eliminated, so as not to go to Yichun Courtyard to wash their feet again."

A killing intent flashed in Ye Nan's eyes.

In the next few days, the holy land was peaceful, and the heavy snow quickly covered the grave of Xu Lao, and covered his dream of spring with a dead tree.

Thanks to this, everyone no longer has to get up early. If they want to make money, they just wait for Huarong to wake up in a while, and then go to the mission hall to pick up the mission.

Those who don't want to take on the task can just eat and wait to die like this.

Seeing that they were hopeless, Ye Nan gradually reduced the number of visits, waiting for them to be eliminated naturally.

Finally one day, the heavy snow stopped, only the north wind was blowing.

Swish! ——

A figure suddenly flew from the distant sea level, and finally landed in the Holy Land, turning into a middle-aged man.

He was planning to go back to the Stone Hall, but just as he took a step, he suddenly noticed something, and his face suddenly changed.

"Old Xu's breath, disappeared?"

call out! ——

He hurriedly turned into a streamer and rushed towards the hut where Old Xu lived.

When I got to the place, I saw that the room had already been emptied, and the beds inside were already covered with a thick layer of floating ash.

"Holy Lord!"

With a bang, a disciple rushed over and said tremblingly, "Holy Master, you... you are finally back."

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he said, "Tell me, what's going on with Mr. Xu."

"He...he has already become a feather." The disciple's name is Wu Yong, and his forehead is sweating at this moment.

The middle-aged man slapped the table next to him and roared angrily, "Who did it!?"

"Yes...it's Nan Ye. Nan Ye is our new disciple. Because Mr. Xu asked him to introduce a young and beautiful woman, he contradicted Mr. Xu. Mr. Xu relapsed and passed away within two days. It's..."

Wu Yong felt his teeth chattering and trembling all over.

As the highest fighting force in the Holy Land, Xu Lao died now, which is a big deal!
If the Holy Master gets angry, I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous!
"New disciple Nan Ye?" The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and he asked angrily, "Where is he?"

"He...he usually doesn't live here, and only comes here during the day, but I don't know why he didn't come today. I heard from Brother Hu in the same dormitory that he seemed to go east at night, and he suspected that he was going to the Holy Land of Yin and Yang. " Wu Yong said viciously.

"Yin-Yang Holy Land? Hmph!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily, and suddenly turned into a blood-red arc, rushing towards the Yin-Yang Holy Land.

……

At this time, in the Yin-Yang Holy Land.

Ye Nan was still lying in bed until noon in the morning.

Without him.

It's too cold outside, wouldn't it be nice to lie in bed with a beautiful woman in your arms?

Naturally, he couldn't make a move to kill the remaining bugs in the Bloody Holy Land.

That would be no different from mutilation.

Therefore, we can only wait for them to be eliminated naturally.

"Brother Ye, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, it's almost noon now, are you hungry?"

Shangguan Wan'er asked with beautiful eyes.

Ye Nan bowed his head and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, saying: "It's so cold outside, and the water is also very cold, so don't do it."

He was afraid that Shangguan Wan'er's hands would get frostbitten.

In the past, her hands were as white as jade, delicate and tender.

But now.

Due to long hours of hard work, cooking and cooking, thick calluses have already been worn out, some skin on the back of the hands has cracked, and the palms of the hands are somewhat peeled.

Ye Nan felt distressed for a while.

It's only been three short months, and his hands have been destroyed like this because of life.

But fortunately, except for these hands, the rest of the body is as usual, the skin is like curdled milk, white, tender and silky.

"what?"

Suddenly at a certain moment, Ye Nan's heart moved.

He sensed that from the direction of the Bloody Holy Land in the west, there seemed to be an extremely violent coercion approaching.

The coercion was like a tsunami rolling, and the monstrous hostility rushed forward, sweeping up the vast sea waves, rolling and roaring.

"This person is... the Bloody Lord!"

Ye Nan felt it carefully, and soon knew who it was.

"Wan'er, wait for me here, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

"Okay, that person doesn't seem to be friendly, so be careful." Shangguan Wan'er's face changed slightly, and she said with concern.

Ye Nan smiled lightly.

I am a full-level strongman, who can kill me?
Immediately, he put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.

"Report!—"

Seeing a messenger disciple flying towards him, he said in a panic, "Son, the bloody Holy Master has rushed over and is now confronting the Holy Master in the main hall. Do you want to..."

The disciple hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly found that the aura of cultivation in the holy son in front of him had disappeared.

Take a closer look.

I saw that the Holy Son did not know what kind of kung fu, suddenly a thin layer of mist swept over his body, like a dream, like a fairy in the sky.

"Holy...Holy Son, you..."

Ye Nan didn't wait for the disciple to finish speaking, he moved and fled towards the main hall.

After a few breaths, he arrived at the main hall smoothly, and instantly met the angry eyes of the Bloody Lord.