If you are an immortal, you will live forever after you die.

Mingyue Island was filled with the sound of fighting. Countless blood-red energies almost enveloped the entire island. Song Xing, who was in the main hall, was like a smoke machine, constantly absorbing these blood-colored gases into his body, and then merging them into the boundless blood sea pill in his dantian.

There were tens of thousands of cultivators on the island, and even millions of mortals. However, at the beginning of the formation, the mortals were basically dead, and the Qi-training cultivators gradually lost their minds and became crazy people who only knew how to slaughter.

Only the foundation-building cultivators, because of the birth of divine consciousness, could avoid the influence of the formation and prevent themselves from losing their minds. However, the war between the foundation-building cultivators never stopped.

In this environment, no one dared to trust other cultivators. Fighting and slaughtering became the theme song of this island. Song Lin even lowered his status and personally killed those chaotic foundation-building cultivators as a Jindan cultivator.

Above the island!

"They should be almost dead, let's go down and clean up the mess!" said the Giant Sword Patriarch coldly.

"Do we have to do it ourselves?" said the Changchun Patriarch with a frown.

"If you choose to give up your share, I can do it for you!" The Fiery Patriarch laughed and flew down first...

Then, the Giant Sword Patriarch and the Three Yang Patriarchs also fell down, and the palace maid only glanced at the Changchun Patriarch and followed closely.

"Alas, this won't work... But the spirit stones still have to be divided..."

The Changchun Patriarch sighed lightly and followed...

Below, there were cultivators who were killed everywhere, and they turned into mummies in a very short time. The few foundation-building cultivators who were still resisting were quickly killed by several ancestors.

At the same time, Song Xing in the hall was wrapped into a blood cocoon.

As all the monks were killed, there was no new blood energy supply. The blood energy floating in the formation was quickly drained and all merged into the blood cocoon...

An hour later, the ancestors of the four major sects, the Three Yang ancestors, and Song Lin and six others stopped in front of the hall. In front of them were piles of storage bags. Dozens of foundation-building monks stood behind them, greedily looking at these storage bags, and couldn't help but gently stroking their waists...

The Jindan ancestors respected their status and would never take the initiative to pick up those storage bags. They did the work!

In the process of killing people and picking up storage bags, it is also natural to seek some small benefits for yourself. These Jindan ancestors also saw this and did not stop it.

If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Anyway, they are all our own people, and they should get benefits if they work hard!

"There are so many storage bags, and they are of different values. How should they be divided?" Patriarch Sanyang rubbed his hands with a little excitement...

Compared to the ancestors of the four major sects, Patriarch Sanyang was a little less calm...

This is normal!

The ancestors of the four major sects are not like Patriarch Sanyang, who was born as a casual cultivator and has to rely on themselves for everything. They have powerful sects behind them and the legacy of the previous generation of Jindan cultivators. Whether it is wealth or vision and knowledge, they are much higher than Patriarch Sanyang.

"Two ways, either pour out everything inside and divide it according to value!"

"Or, just grab a piece of storage bag each, what you can get depends on fate!" Song Xing said lightly.

"Let's follow the second way!" Patriarch Liehuo said.

"Well, the second way, the first one is too troublesome." Patriarch Gong'e also followed.

"In that case, I won't be polite. These two percent are mine!" Changchun Patriarch waved his hand and immediately took away some storage bags from the hill. It can be clearly seen that there are many high-level storage bags among them...

"You old man, you are the most cunning!" Seeing this, Liehuo Patriarch hurriedly took his share.

Song Lin and several others hurriedly followed suit, and the last pile left was the anxious Sanyang Patriarch...

Looking at the number of storage bags that were said to be 10%, and even obviously not even 70% left, and even the high-level storage bags could hardly be found among them, Sanyang Patriarch could only smile bitterly and accept it with a pinch of his nose!

There is no way, who made him the weakest?

"Fellow Daoist Song Lin, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Song Xing said when he could come out of retreat?" asked the Giant Sword Patriarch.

"This is not clear yet. It always takes some time to break through from the middle stage of Jindan to the late stage of Jindan. After you go back, you can prepare to conquer Wanfamen. It is enough for me to guard here!" Song Lin said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Song Lin, how about letting us go in and take a look at Fellow Daoist Song Xing?" The old ancestor Liehuo asked softly.

Are they willing to see a late Jindan cultivator who slaughtered countless lives in Yuezhou?

Of course not, it's just the development of the situation!

If there is a chance to directly destroy Song Xing, no matter if it is Liehuo, Changchun, or even the old ancestor of the giant sword, they will not miss this opportunity!

"That's not necessary, fellow Daoists, let's go back!"

Song Lin was very alert. With a flick of his hand, a formation plate appeared in his hand, and he quickly distanced himself from the people in front of him...

"Haha, fellow Daoist Song, don't be too nervous. I have no other intentions. In this case, we will meet in Wanchongshan in two months!" The old ancestor of Liehuo chuckled, waved his hand, twisted his own storage bag into a net with magic power, packed it all, and then called more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators from the Liehuo Sect behind him and left directly...

"Since the old monster Liehuo has left, let's go too. See you in two months!"

"See you in two months!"

"..."

In just a few moments, there was no one in front of the hall except Song Lin...

"These old guys are really wolves who eat people without leaving any bones. Fortunately, I was prepared and made these guys afraid to act rashly. Otherwise, they would have dared to take this opportunity to kill me directly..."

Song Lin's back was soaked with sweat...

The old ancestor Liehuo's move just now almost made him lose control and directly activated Formation, fortunately, he held back...

"I hope you can break through this step and advance to the late Jindan stage. With this plan, the name of my Shouyangshan Song family has become the enemy of the world in Yuezhou. Even if you can let me replace Wanfamen and rebuild Qingmu Sect as you wish in the future, I am afraid I will have to change my name..."

Looking back at the palace with the closed door, Song Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly...

Twice in a row, in the bloodiest way, all the cultivators on the entire island, and even mortals, were slaughtered. The name of the Shouyangshan Song family will be infamous for thousands of years!

How many disciples can the sect he founded, Song Lin, recruit?

The only way is... to change the name!

Wanzhongshan, Wanfamen!

"That Song Xing, Song Lin, is really so crazy that he slaughtered tens of thousands of cultivators who went to participate in the auction?" Qinglin Patriarch was stunned...

He was just in seclusion for a while, how could such a big thing happen in the outside world?

"Master, it is true!" The master of Wanfa nodded with a wry smile.

"Back then, Song Xing and Song Lin had already performed a blood sacrifice on Xuankong Island. They were notorious, so why did so many cultivators fall for it?" Ancestor Qinglin was puzzled...

"It's all the fault of Ancestor Feihong of Sanyang City and the connivance of the other four major sects..."

At that moment, the master of Wanfa told the details of what happened...

"The temptation of the foundation-building pill, Ancestor Feihong guaranteed it, and the four major sects took the lead, how could those casual cultivators not follow..."

"Damn it, Jujian, Changchun and others are courting death, the boundless blood sea pill is a magic golden pill, and every promotion will cause boundless killing. Yuezhou is our hometown, how can they do this..." Ancestor Qinglin couldn't help but scolded...

"Most immortal cultivators are selfish, but they don't have the vision of you, the ancestor... But, in your opinion, can Song Xing really pass this massacre and successfully advance to the late stage of the golden pill?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Song Xing has only been in the Jindan stage for a few decades, but he can directly advance to the late Jindan stage?

This is totally unreasonable!

You know, according to Chen Changsheng's understanding, under normal circumstances, it takes a hundred years to cultivate from the early Jindan stage to the peak of the early Jindan stage, plus the time to break through the bottleneck, it is normal to need one hundred to thirty-five years to advance to the middle Jindan stage!

But this person only took a fraction of the time it took others to advance from the early stage to the middle stage, and he directly reached the late Jindan stage. This Endless Blood Sea Pill is too overbearing...