After the salted fish is rotten, rely on the crow's mouth to revitalize the world of cultivatin

As his voice fell, there was a wave of fluctuation in the air.

Around the crowd, people in black robes appeared out of nowhere.

They were tightly wrapped.

Those who didn't know thought it was a thief who came from somewhere and wanted to be a night traveler.

A team of hundreds of people in black formed a circle, enclosing everyone in the circle.

The casual cultivators who had fought the big snake before had also stood behind the young man.

Others came out of the disciples of the sect one after another.

He also stood behind the young man.

Such a shocking change caught everyone off guard.

Amazement hung on their faces.

"Junior Brother Jia, what did you do in the past?"

Walking towards the young man, a young man wearing the costume of a disciple of the Beast Master Sect kept walking, his face was so cold that he didn't even bother to reply.

The little disciple with a clear and stupid look in his eyes felt a little anxious when he saw this, and wanted to follow him.

He was held down by the person next to him.

"Are you stupid? He's not our junior, maybe he was an undercover agent from the beginning."

"Impossible. There must be other reasons for this. Maybe Junior Brother Jia had no choice."

His face turned black.

Pulling his arm, he threw him back forcefully, "That's enough, if you're making trouble, I'll feed you to Chihu."

Similar things happened one after another.

But no one else was as naive and stupid as that disciple of the Beast Master Sect.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.

No matter how turbulent and changeable other people's thoughts are, it will not affect Miao Miao who is in a super good mood at this time.

Her eyes were wide open at this moment, and the light in her eyes almost turned into substance.

Such a worthless appearance is really depressing.

The corners of Feng Ming's mouth twitched, and he held his forehead speechlessly, "Little Junior Sister, my saliva is dripping down."

Waking up like a dream, Miao Miao's big eyes were watery, and she subconsciously reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth.

He didn't touch the wet saliva, and his mind came to his senses, and he rolled his eyes at Feng Ming.

The tone is old-fashioned, as if the dean is educating the disobedient students, "Senior brother, don't make trouble, I am doing business."

Fengming: ...

Is the business just staring at those men in black and drooling?
Judging from Junior Sister's reaction, he thought he already knew the identities of these men in black.

Although the reaction of the fire of nirvana in his body made him guess, but the salivating eyes of the little junior sister made him even more sure.

These people all belong to the evil race.

He was also able to determine from the eyes of his junior sister that these people wrapped in black robes probably had evil spirits on them.

"Who the hell are you? What are you trying to do by bringing us here?"

Being tricked into being here and being calculated like this, Mengzi couldn't help asking angrily anymore.

The young man still smiled shyly and honestly, "Who am I? I am me. As for why I let you come here and what do you want to do..."

"It's very simple, I just have a small favor, I just want to ask you to help, don't worry, I am a good person, I will not kill you, I just need to take some of your blood, and then borrow your body to use it."

The faces of the people changed greatly.

Take their blood, but also their bodies and souls?
Isn't this directly killing them?
The atmosphere at the scene was tense in an instant.

The smell of gunpowder spread in the air.

"Go ahead."

Without giving them more time to sort out these, the young man waved his hand.

The hundred black-clothed men ordered and forbade them, and the moment the words fell, they all rushed over.

The speed is very fast, the wind is howling, and the open cloak is like a vampire bat, showing sharp teeth, trying to bite its prey.

Everyone wanted to resist, but something worse happened.

When they channeled their spiritual power, their bodies suddenly emptied, and their bodies were also heavy. An inexplicable force restricted them.

Let them just stay where they are, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Where's my spiritual power, am I stuck in place?"

"My spiritual power is gone, and I'm trapped."

"Don't come here, get out of here."

Everyone struggled, hoping to break free from the inexplicable power restriction on their bodies.

He squeezed his dantian hard, hoping to squeeze out a little bit of spiritual power, even a little bit.

But everything they did was in vain.

With profuse sweat on his face, he could only watch those men in black pounce on them one by one, strangled them by the throat, and dragged them to the round platform.

Yijianmen also lost its spiritual power,

Also just stay where you are.

But unlike other sects, they cannot resist without spiritual power.

They practice swordsmanship, of course, and swordsmanship. Swordsmanship can be used without spiritual power, but it is not so strong.

But it can play a little blocking role barely.

A man in black pounced on Quehan.

The long sword in Que Han's hand pulled out a sword flower, and the sharp edge of the sword approached the chest of the man in black.

Although it is restricted, Que Han's speed is still not slow, and there is a strong sword energy attached to the Frost Sword.

Sharp and chilling.

Sword Qi is not Spiritual Qi. Reiki is restricted here, but Sword Qi is not restricted.

The man in black obviously didn't expect anyone to be able to resist, and his cold pupils contracted slightly.

He turned sideways to avoid the sword, but the sword was too close to him.

Seeing that this sword was about to poke him to death.

In Que Han's hand, the sword energy adhering to the Frost Sword dissipated as if it had suddenly lost its energy.

Although the sword still pierced the man in black in the end, it didn't affect him too much.

Just when the man in black was about to reach out to grab Que Han, he accidentally found a black token in his hand.

The thin white fingertips tapped the token three times, like some kind of code word.

The man in black's movements remained unchanged, and continued to attack Quin Han, who was also "reluctantly" blocking him.

The two seem to be fighting very fiercely, but it really just looks like it.

Unknowingly, there were a lot fewer people in black around Yijianmen.

A disciple of Jianmen didn't know why.

But in my mind, I heard the voice transmission of the elder sister.

When he started, his expression was ferocious, seemingly murderous but without killing intent.

Without much effort, almost all the others were caught on the round table.

The round platform obviously doesn't look very big, but those people are crowded together, but it is not crowded at all. It seems that there is a space formation on the round platform.

Now, none of Yijianmen has been arrested.

Yijianmen is still fighting fiercely, and it seems that they will not be able to hold on in the next moment, but they always fight back at the most critical moment.

The young man who noticed this scene frowned.

What's going on, the most special and difficult person has been given a special restriction by him. Nowadays, these sword cultivators without spiritual power, no matter how strong their physical strength is, no matter how good their sword skills are, it is impossible for them to persist for such a long time time.

He waved his hand to let the others pass, and quickly restrained them.

Of course the people in black wanted to obey the order, but they remembered the token again and didn't know what to do for a while.

Do you obey orders to beat your own people?
That token is not something ordinary people can have.