Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

The second elder is an honest man and will definitely not steal a knife.

The person who created the figurines was naturally Li Daxian.

As Baoer walked further and further, he unexpectedly discovered that the butcher's knife could be used as an "eye".

His vision can actually follow the movement of the knife.

This is very obedient...

At the same time, as the distance became farther and farther, the control of the knife by his thoughts did not weaken. Immortal Li, who was good at thinking, quickly figured out the reason. His thoughts could ignore the space.

He wanted to take the butcher's knife back quietly, but when he saw Xue Wudi's murderous eyes, he decided to give up.

In the world of life, one can ignore good and evil, but one cannot repay kindness with enmity.

Baoer is a good child. If he is beaten by his father, it will leave a psychological shadow.

As the old saying goes, a person's whole life is about healing his childhood...

As a result, the second elder was awarded the title of scapegoat.

It's a pity that he made a big mistake. Xue Wudi didn't believe that the second elder would steal the holy sword. Without him, the Blood Slaughter Sect was different from other sects.

That is, there will never be a traitor in the Blood Slaughter Sect, because of the special nature of the exercises practiced, from the elders to the disciples.

There is absolutely no chance of a traitor. In short, life and death are in the hands of the sect master.

"Good boy, will this sect fall into your trap?"

Xue Wudi made a disdainful comment, then held the holy sword that the second elder handed over tremblingly, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Although he didn't want to believe that the Holy Sword had recognized its owner, he still wanted to investigate.

His spiritual consciousness penetrated, and sure enough, the holy sword was marked with a strange blood essence mark.

He was not angry, but his hands were shaking with excitement. As the owner of the holy sword, he knew better.

The Holy Sword has been unsealed. Ten years ago, it was impossible to put a mark on the Holy Sword and identify its owner.

Although I don’t know what method the kid used, but those are not important.

Retaking the holy sword is very simple. Either kill the original owner, or erase the mark and let the holy sword recognize its owner again.

That kid is hiding his head and tail and hasn't shown up yet, so let's erase the mark.

"Second Elder, protect the Dharma for this sect leader!"

The second elder was so blessed that he knew what the sect was going to do, and Pidianpidian started to be vigilant.

There is nothing to be wary of. The sect leader's blood is the supreme mad blood, and it is said to contain a trace of the blood of the ancient Kirin.

Covering a mark of recognition is not as simple as drinking water!

Xue Wudi thought the same way. He squeezed out a drop of extremely precious blood essence and gently dropped it on Xue Tu.

At the same time, I used my spiritual sense to explore, and I was very surprised!

The companions were enemies, and the moment his extremely domineering blood seeped into the blade, it was like a crazy wild boar, crashing into the original mark.

As a result, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light.

The extremely arrogant "wild boar" was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it ended without making any waves.

This is a bit insulting. How can Xue Wudi endure it?

The powerful consciousness approaches the mark, and Xue Wudi vows to see what happens!

"Crack!"

"what!!!"

With a scream, Xue Wudi fell to the ground.

"Father!"

"metropolitan!"

The accident happened so suddenly that Xue Baoer and the second elder were stunned and hurried forward to check.

The trauma to his consciousness affected his soul, and it was not an ordinary pain, but Xue Wudi just screamed and jumped up.

Regardless of his identity as father or sect leader, he was not allowed to step aside at this time, "No problem...return to the sect!"

Xue Wudi tried his best to control his twitching old face, barely maintaining the dignity of a strong man.

Through the butcher's knife, Li Wudao smiled unkindly as he looked at the golden lion-like hairstyle of Blood Invincible...

"Pretending to be struck by lightning, the ancients did not deceive me!"

On the other side, a group of horses were galloping. Wenren Qianyue was riding in a carriage, and the wheels were almost smoking.

Even so, it still felt too slow.

After walking dozens of miles at a stretch, the horses went on strike, so they slowed down.

Zuodao, Canjian, Ye Xiao, and Zhou Zheng were guarding the Wenren brothers and sisters, while Fan Tong and Tieniu were supplying the horses.

"Zuo Dao, take the first step!"

Wenren Zhengyang was afraid of long nights and many dreams, so he ordered Zuo Dao to carry out the plan.

Zuo Dao didn't hesitate. The horse was not as fast as his legs. He hugged everyone and a series of afterimages disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhou Zheng felt a burst of envy at the sight. This was a sixth-grade warrior. Regardless of facing cultivators, he was already a powerful person in the world.

The strong men in the world leave quickly and come back faster.

When I left, it was an afterimage, and when I came back, it was an arc.

Being thrown back abruptly...

If the disabled swordsman hadn't been quick and quick, at least he would have suffered comminuted fractures all over his body.

Ahead, an old man with a red face and ringed beard walked slowly towards him. He was carrying something bulging on his back. Judging from his outline, he looked like a human being.

"It's not that easy to run away. Today, this elder will slowly torture you to death one by one to comfort my grandson's spirit in heaven!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that the dignified leader of the Blood Slaughter Sect would behave like a villain!"

It was Can Jian who spoke. He and Zuo Dao were as close as brothers. Seeing Zuo Dao's miserable state, he was naturally filled with indignation.

"How presumptuous, this matter has nothing to do with the sect master, it is a personal grudge between this elder and you!"

Even if the sect leader is not around, Zhang Lieshan still instinctively takes the blame on himself.

Can Jian sneered, saying these things was just a matter of pleasure.

Because it is impossible to do anything with the hands of the three elders of the Blood Slaughter Sect, who are powerful in the later stage of rebirth. Even if they are tied into a bundle, they are not enough to be slapped!

"Your grandson's death at my hands has nothing to do with anyone else."

Wenren Qianyue held the jade box in her hands and stood up slowly.

The cold eyes like moonlight gave Zhang Lieshan the illusion that this little girl didn't regard him as a human being at all...

"Don't worry, none of you can escape, but since you are the first to stand up, I will help you!"

Under the provocative BUFF gaze of Miss Wenren, the third elder made the most correct choice. The momentum around him exploded, and a blood-red palm print shot out from his palm.

The palm print is not big, but the power contained in it is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.

Not to mention hitting a mortal.

"Light moon!"

"Miss!"

The two people who cared most about Wenren Qianyue screamed incompetently at the same time.

They discovered that under the strong pressure of the other party, their bodies could not move even half a minute!

Wenren Qianyue stood calmly, her figure was ethereal. Facing the death she was about to face, there was no wave in her heart, and her long eyelashes did not tremble at all.

"boom!"

I don't know if the aim was a failure, but Wenren Qianyue was not dead. The bloody palm prints were printed on the jade box, and the spiritual power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no sound in an instant.

"What a treasure!" Zhang Lieshan's eyes lit up and he grabbed it with his bare hands.

The spiritual power turned into claws, and the jade brocade box fell out of his hand, instantly falling into Zhang Lieshan's hands. With greed in his eyes, he couldn't wait to open the brocade box.

The purple light reflected his red face and surprised expression.

A strange heart is beating left and right in the box. It is strange because the heart is like an octopus, extending out countless slender tentacles.

The tentacles were a bit familiar, and at the moment of Elder Zhang San's shock, they wrapped around his neck, "Crack!"