A junk collection station floats in my mind

"Hmph, Patriarch Xutian, you have already lied to us once, do you still expect me to trust you again?"

It was agreed at the beginning that the ninth level will not end, and the eighth level will fight for the opportunity of the demon spirits. It is for this opportunity that they come here.

Originally, if it was only the eighth level, then there is nothing to say, everyone competes fairly, each depends on his own ability, and there is no complaint about life or death, but you nine-level powerhouses have turned back on their promises, isn't this clearly cheating us?
This kind of thing, who can put it on who can not be angry?

This group of ninth-level powers is too bullying.

Ancestor Xutian glanced over his eyebrows and sneered, "Everyone, in this situation, is it necessary for me to lie to you? With our strength, even if the deity has not arrived, there is a [-]% certainty that I can directly arrest you." What's the point of beheading and deceiving you?"

The crowd stopped talking.

They are like the mirror in their hearts, yes, you can indeed kill us, but if you kill us, who will help you build the magic table?

Patriarch Xutian made it clear that he was trying to win them over. After the Demon Refining Stage was completed, he might have another face.

"Everyone, do you still have a choice?" The sword demon clone said suddenly.

Yes, is there a choice?
Believe us, maybe if the Demon Refining Stage is completed, you will still have a way to survive, but if you don't believe it, you will be buried here right now.

Looking around, there are two hundred strong people at the eighth level, and nearly a thousand at the seventh level.

There are quite a few people.

Most of the seventh ranks came not long afterward. They escaped the calamity of alchemy before, but they did not escape the current disaster. As soon as they came, they had already fallen into hell before they even figured out the situation.

"I have some sword souls here, which can make up for your consumption. From today onwards, the two of us will supervise the work here. Don't worry, as long as you concentrate on building the magic altar, we will not make things difficult for you."

After the Sword Demon's voice fell, purple light clusters flew out of the sword body and flew towards the crowd.

One by one, the light clusters flew into the bodies of everyone, and immediately it was like a thirsty passerby suddenly drinking delicious nectar, with expressions of satisfaction and fascination on their faces, the body that was almost hollowed out at that moment It has been made up, as if it has a new lease of life.

……

A slap in the face, a sweet date, this move is really slick.

"Okay, let's take a break and continue building the alchemy table."

Patriarch Xutian gave an order indifferently.

When everyone came back to their senses, it was obvious that the hostility just now had disappeared.

A turn around.

Two turns.

They all turned around and returned to their posts, and continued to refine stones.

Except for the half-destroyed Demon Alchemy Table, it seemed that nothing happened just now.

"This bunch of ants should all be killed." The voice of gnashing teeth from the night demon clone came from the side.

The two turned their heads and glared at him, Patriarch Xutian scolded, "It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than a failure. If I hadn't arrived in time, your death was minor and the altar was destroyed. How would you explain it?"

"Humph."

Night Demon seemed to feel that he was in the wrong, and he couldn't find anything to refute. He got angry again, and turned around just in time to see the strong man who had just attacked and restrained him with a magic weapon.

...

"Bo Yi, you are so courageous."

Night Demon's eyes glowed red, as if he wanted to swallow the man alive.

The strong man's face turned pale at this time. He thought that Ye Mo's avatar would die, so he made a bold move, but who would have thought that there would be a turnaround.

"Senior Night Demon, we just can't bear to see you bullying and humiliating us and other monks in the domain. It's only a few days, and you wantonly killed them for various reasons. I alone have a few people in Qingtianyu, let alone Said that Xu Tianyu, Jianmoyu and other domains have been killed by you for no reason, and there are no fewer than 300 people. If it weren't for this, the magic altar would have been built long ago..."

At this moment, Bo Yi is also relying on the presence of two great powers beside him, so he dares to bluntly say that it is the fault of Ye Mo's avatar.

"presumptuous."

Ye Mo snorted coldly, "Where are there so many, do you dare to slander the old man?"

In an instant, he came in front of Bo Yi, and strangled Bo Yi's neck with one hand.

"I am the direct disciple of the ancestor Qingtian, how dare you touch me with your mere avatar?" Bo Yi stared fiercely at Ye Mo's avatar.

He felt that Ye Mo's avatar did not dare to touch him, even if Ye Mo's main body was here, he would have to weigh carefully if he wanted to move him.

After all, Ye Mo is the weakest of the eighteen nine ranks, and Bo Yi's master Qingtian Ancestor, although not the strongest, is still at the upper-middle level. Disciple?

What's more, there are two avatars of Xutian and Sword Demon watching by. They shouldn't watch the avatar of Night Demon kill themselves, right?

"Boy, you are courting death."

The night demon was furious, and Bo Yi's words simply added fuel to the fire.

He himself is in the ranks of the ninth rank, and he is the one who is bullied, and he suffers a lot of uselessness. It's fine if your master bullies me, how dare you bully me by anything?

Ye Mo's psychology is distorted, so these days he would wantonly find any reason, or even kill monks from other domains without any reason at all. At this moment, Bo Yi successfully ignited his anger again.

"boom!"

Bo Yi's body was directly crushed by him, Ye Mo opened his mouth, like sucking a drink, and sucked the rain of blood into his belly.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Ye Mo's face was covered with blood, and he laughed wildly, like a bloodthirsty mutant.

Ye Ji and the others around were silent and shuddered when they saw this scene.

Him, he actually killed Bo Yi?
Facing a pair of extremely fearful eyes, Night Demon enjoyed it very much, he enjoyed this frightening feeling.

"What are you looking at? If you dare to tell this matter, you will be the next to be damned." Ye Mo snorted coldly, with murderous intent.

But from his words, it can still be heard that this guy is still afraid of Patriarch Qingtian, and he is also worried that this matter will be leaked.

Of course, he can choose to silence, but with Xutian clone and Sword Demon clone here, what can he silence?

Now that he has done it, he is ready to pay for his impulse in the future.

Ancestor Qingtian is stronger than him, but everyone is at the ninth rank. Can he hurt himself or destroy himself?

At worst, the deity will be beaten up.

……

-

"Brother Zhan, have you thought about when to get out?"

Under the alchemy stage, several people gathered together and whispered sound transmission.

If Chen Muyu were here, he would definitely recognize these people as Zhan and Jiang Haotian.

A few days ago, with the help of Zhan, using the energy channel under the volcano, Jiang Haotian survived a narrow escape, and successfully tempered the Sacred Heart Stone from his body, broke away from the shackles of the extreme way, and completely abandoned the emperor of the extreme way identity of.