Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1632: Noisy

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"Haha! There are three or two kittens and the huge wild mountains. Except for the monks who came here to watch your jokes, don't you Wu Yin have many friends?"

The eyes of the Gorefiend Sect Master hidden under the black robe flashed a hint of mockery, jokingly said.

"Sect Master! Even if the Setting Sun Sect wants to destroy the sect today, we won't let you die here alone. To die, we will have a big deal on the road together!"

"Yes, it's just death. If it weren't for the Setting Sun Sect, I would have died seven hundred years ago. Now I can become a monk in the early stage of the Dharma Realm. I have had an addiction, enough!"

"You...never mind."

Wu Yin took a deep breath, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at the blood demon sect master, "Haha, there are more than a dozen brothers with me, even if I die, I am not alone on Huangquan Road, just like you domineering You can’t live long because of your temper. Sooner or later, I will be waiting for you in the underworld! Hahaha!"

"Sovereign! And us!"

A dozen more figures broke out of the air and fell behind Wu Yin. Their faces looked like death. At this moment, the female sisters on the pillar seemed to gradually wake up and see the scene before them. , Looked excited, biting his lips tightly.

"Have you never heard that my blood demon sect is best at refining spirits? When I kill you, I will extract your spirits and refine them into soul slaves, and suppress them in my blood demon sect forever. Serve as a maid, Jie Jie Jie!"

The Gorefiend Sect lord laughed gloomily, and the laughter was as sharp as a night owl.

When Wu Yin and the people behind him heard these words, their expressions changed slightly. At this moment, Wu Yin's eyes suddenly fell on the top of the hill where tens of thousands of monks had gathered.

"Tianxin Sect, don’t you want to show your face? With the cultivation resources of my Sunken Sun Sect, this is how the foreign sect is ravaged in the Great Desolate Mountains? Today, my Sunshine Sect destroys the sect, and tomorrow is your Tianxin Sect. !"

On the top of the mountain, a beautiful female sister in purple clothes looked at Wu Yin coldly. Seeing that the monks all around seemed to have their eyes on her, the female sister snorted coldly: "You are setting sun The feud between the faction and the Blood Demon Sect, my Heavenly Heart Sect will not intervene. Don't sow discord anymore."

"Elder Nangong, that is right."

Sect Master Blood Demon Sect's eyes fell on the purple-clothed woman and smiled.

"Please make a quick decision, please."

The woman in purple clasped her hands and smiled.

"Then, are there any remnants of the Setting Sun Sect who come out to die?"

The gaze of the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect swept over everyone, and the major cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to look at them. There were still many disciples of the Setting Sun Sect, but they didn’t have the kind to go with Wu Yin. The courage to die can only clenched his fists and bit his lip.

"Hahaha, are there anymore? I heard that when your Sun Sect was the most glorious, there were 30,000 disciples, even if they were the creator of the catastrophe, there were more than a dozen, but now they have all disappeared?"

The Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect looked at Wu Yin jokingly. Before Wu Yin could speak, his crazy gaze fell on the top of the mountains again, "Who else is going to die with the Sunset Sect, let me go? Come out!" His roar echoed in the mountains, and when the Blood Demon Sect Master sneered and was about to continue taunting Wu Yin, a voice floated from a distance.

"I have never seen you so anxious. You don't have to catch up if you want to die, right?"

"Who?"

Sect Master Blood Demon Sect's icy gaze looked towards the sound coming from, and then a smirk hung from the corner of his mouth. He saw three immortal cultivators, and the leader, although his cultivation level could not be seen for a while, But it must not be too high, otherwise, how can you get mixed up with the immortal cultivator?

The cultivators on the mountaintops also cast their gazes, and secretly asked which lunatic is in their hearts. Under such circumstances, would they have to come out to find death?

"Brother, you have become the master of the same faction for thousands of years?"

Ning Qi took Lei Wenjuan and the three of them, falling between Wu Yin and the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect, and looked at Wu Yin with a smile.

Ning Qi has been to the earth for ten years. The Central Continent has passed nearly four thousand years. Compared with the original appearance, Wu Yin's appearance is obviously more mature, and he is gradually entering middle age.

Wu Yin looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded, and was silent for three to five breaths. He suddenly punched Ning Qi on the shoulder and said angrily: "You have been missing for thousands of years when you disappeared. Where did it go?"

"Something happened to leave."

Ning Qi smiled and touched his nose. Wu Yin’s breath was already the creator of the Second Tribulations. When he left the Central Continent, Wu Yin was still a monk in the late stage of the Dharma Realm. After one or two adventures, the cultivation base will increase so fast.

A normal monk, who has been able to break through from the late stage of the Dharma Realm to a half-step fortune in more than three thousand years, is already extremely impressive. Of course, Tianjiao is not among them.

"Senior, Sovereign, do you know?"

Lei Wenjuan and the three of them looked at them dumbfounded.

"Hey, why did the three of you stay with my brother? Wait, you leave here quickly! Hurry up!"

Wu Yin suddenly remembered that he is now embarrassed on all sides, and no matter how strong Ning Qi is, is it possible that in just over three thousand years, he can be equal to the Creator of the Second Tribulation? He has also experienced several adventures before he has the cultivation base of today!

"Wu Yin should be a good person, otherwise, why would there be so many people willing to accompany him to death?"

"It's a pity, I heard that he is not too old, he has become the creator of the Second Tribulations, and he may be a true immortal in the future."

"Shhh, keep your voice down, aren't you afraid of being missed by Tianxinzong?"

The monk on the nearby hill talked in a low voice.

The purple-clothed female cultivator of Tianxinzong glanced coldly at the nearby monks, and they suddenly closed their mouths, and then the purple-clothed female cultivator looked at Ning Qi again, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Hahaha, deep brotherhood? Okay, so good, I didn't have the first time to kill you. The decision is indeed correct. Otherwise, how could I attract so many ants, come on! What other ants want to come out... Come... Come..."

Sect Master Blood Demon Sect laughed wildly, but at the end of the story, he suddenly found that there was a figure in front of him, and the people came to him silently, causing his heart to chuckle suddenly, and he couldn't say anything afterwards. , Abruptly was held back, because... he found that he couldn't move.

"Noisy."

Ning Qi frowned and looked at the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect. He stretched out his hand and pulled down his cloak. After seeing this scene, the nearby monks, including Wu Yin and others, opened their mouths subconsciously and looked at Ning in disbelief. Odd, the dignified Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect, the creator of the pinnacle of the Second Tribulation, how could he allow others to tear off his cloak?

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