1632: C1632 Noisy

C1632 Noisy

Article 1632. Noises

"Haha! There were only two or three kittens in the vast Great Desolate Mountain Range. Apart from the cultivators who came here to see you make a fool of yourself, don't you, Wu Yin, have any friends who are on par with you? "

Blood Devil Sect Master's eyes that were hidden under the black robe flashed with a trace of ridicule as he spoke in a mocking tone.

"Sect Leader! Even if the Broken Sun Sect is going to be destroyed today, we won't let you die here alone. If you want to die, we can just go on our way together!"

"That's right, it's just death. If it wasn't for the Broken Sun Sect, I would have died seven hundred years ago. Now that I can become an Early Period of Dharma Image Stage warrior, I'm satisfied!"

"You guys... Fine."

Wu Yin took a deep breath, the corner of his mouth slightly raised as he looked at Blood Devil Sect Master. “ Haha, with more than a dozen brothers with me, even if I die... I'm not alone on the road to Huang Quan, with your arrogant and despotic temper... You won't live long either, sooner or later... I'll wait for you in Netherworld! Hahaha! "

"Sect Leader! And us!"

Another dozen figures broke through the air and landed behind Wu Yin. Their faces showed that they were not afraid of death. At this time, the few female cultivator on the pillar seemed to gradually wake up. Seeing the scene in front of them, they looked excited and bit their lips hard.

"Have you never heard that my Blood Devil Sect is best at refining divine souls? After I kill all of you, I will extract your divine souls and refine them into soul slaves. Then, I will suppress you in my Blood Devil Sect for eternity, and you will become my slave. Kekeke! Kekeke! "

Blood Devil Sect Master started laughing in a sinister manner. His laughter was as sharp as an owl's.

When Wu Yin and the people behind him heard this, their expressions changed slightly. At this moment, Wu Yin's gaze suddenly fell upon the mountain where tens of thousands of cultivators were gathered.

"Heavenly Heart Sect, do you still want some face? You took the cultivation resources of Broken Sun Sect, and this is how you let foreign sects wreak havoc in the Great Desolate Mountain Range? Today, the Broken Sun Sect is going to be annihilated, and the Heavenly Heart Sect is going to be annihilated in the future! "

On top of the mountain, an extremely good-looking female cultivator, who was wearing a purple robe, stared coldly at Wu Yin. Seeing that the surrounding cultivators were all looking at her, female cultivator coldly harrumphed, "The Heavenly Heart Sect will never interfere in the conflict between your Broken Sun Sect and the Blood Devil Sect. Don't try to sow discord between us anymore. "

"Elder Nangong, you're right."

Blood Devil Sect Master looked at Purple-clothed Woman and said with a smile.

"Please finish this battle as soon as possible."

Purple-clothed Woman cupped her hands and smiled.

"Then, are there still survivors of the Broken Sun Sect coming out to die?"

Blood Devil Sect Master's eyes swept across the crowd and all the cultivators lowered their heads. None of them dared to look at him in the eyes, as there were still many disciples of the Broken Sun Sect among them. However, they didn't have the courage to die together with Wu Yin. They could only clench their fists tightly. They bit their lips hard.

"Hahaha, no more? I heard that when the Broken Sun Sect was at its most glorious, there were thirty thousand disciples. Even if it was the First Tribulation Creator, there were still a dozen of them. But now, all of them have disappeared?"

Blood Devil Sect Master looked at Wu Yin with a mocking expression. He didn't wait for Wu Yin to speak. His crazy gaze once again fell upon the various mountain peaks. "Who else wants to die with Broken Sun Sect? Get the hell out here!" His furious roar echoed in the mountain range. Blood Devil Sect Master sneered. Just as he was about to continue mocking Wu Yin, a voice drifted over from afar.

"I've never seen you in such a hurry. You don't have to rush to your death, do you?"

"Who?"

Blood Devil Sect Master looked at the source of the voice with his cold eyes. Then, a ferocious smile appeared on his face. He saw three Eternal Stage Cultivator, and the leader... Although his cultivation base couldn't be seen through in a short period of time, it shouldn't be too high either. Otherwise, why would he hang around with the Eternal Stage Cultivator?

The cultivators from the various mountain peaks also cast their gazes over. They thought to themselves, Which madman is it? Under such circumstances, he still wants to come out and seek death?

"Brother, in these few thousand years, you have already become the master of a sect?"

Ning Qi brought Lei Wenjuan and the other two men and landed between Wu Yin and Blood Devil Sect Master. He looked at Wu Yin and said with a smile.

Ning Qi had been to Earth for ten years. Nearly four thousand years had passed in Central Continent. Wu Yin's appearance was obviously much more mature compared to before. He was gradually becoming middle-aged.

Wu Yin looked at Ning Qi in shock. He was silent for three to five breaths of time. Suddenly, he punched Ning Qi's shoulder and said angrily, "You disappeared for thousands of years. Where did you hide?"

"I had something to do and left for a while."1

Ning Qi smiled and touched his nose. Wu Yin's Qi was already a Second Tribulation Creator. When he left Central Continent, Wu Yin was still just a Late Period of Dharma Image Cultivator. This meant that he had experienced at least one or two fortuitous encounters in the past few thousand years. That was why his cultivation base had increased so quickly.

For an ordinary cultivator, breaking through to the Half-step Creation from the Late Period of Dharma Image Stage in just over three thousand years was already an incredible feat. Of course, the Heavenly Prodigy was not one of them.

"Senior, do you know about the Sect Leader?"

Lei Wenjuan and the other two stared at the two with their mouths wide open.

"Eh? Why are the three of you together with my brother? Wait, quickly leave this place! Quick!"

Wu Yin suddenly remembered that he was surrounded by enemies. No matter how strong Ning Qi was, could he be on par with the Second Tribulation Creator in just three thousand years? He had also experienced many fortuitous encounters, and that was why he was able to reach his current cultivation level!

"This Wu Yin should be a good person. Otherwise, why would there be so many people willing to die with him?"

"What a pity. I heard that he isn't old yet, and has already become a Second Tribulation Creator. In the future, he might be able to become a True Immortal."

"Shh, lower your voice. Aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Heart Sect will think of you?"

The cultivators on the nearby mountains were discussing in low voices.

The purple-clothed female cultivator from the Heavenly Heart Sect coldly glanced at the cultivators nearby. They immediately shut their mouths. After that, she looked at Ning Qi with a mocking look in her eyes.

"Hahaha, brotherly love? Good, very good. My decision to kill you was indeed correct. Otherwise, how could so many ants be attracted? Come on! Which ants are coming out... Come... Come..."

Blood Devil Sect Master laughed wildly, but in the end, he suddenly found a figure in front of him. The person who came in front of him silently made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't say anything after that, and was forced to say it back. Because... he realized that he could not move.

"Ribbit."

Ning Qi frowned and looked at Blood Devil Sect Master. He reached out and pulled down Blood Devil Sect Master's cloak. The cultivators nearby, including Wu Yin and the others, saw this scene. They looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. As the dignified Blood Devil Sect Master, a Second Tribulation Peak Creator, how could he allow others to take off his cloak?

A bald head was revealed in front of everyone. Under the cloak was a very ugly face. It had no nose and only two holes, as if someone had cut it from top to bottom with a knife.

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