My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Dao, fellow daoist, don't kill me, take the snake gall, I don't want anything.

I am Hall Master Wu, sit down, everyone is from the same sect, don't, don't kill me..."

"Who the hell is in the same sect as you, don't move around..."

Jiale threatened.

Nan Chen and the others had already walked in and took the snake gall in his hand.

Although the snake gallbladder was stained with a little dust, it emitted a blue light, with bursts of source power fluctuations.

This is absolutely a gem.

"Master, snake guts!"

Uncle Jiu nodded and held it in his hand.

"Everyone, fellow Taoists, you are the hall master.

You take away the snake gall, just don’t kill me..."

The demon begged for mercy again.

He is ruthless, but also afraid of death.

At the same time, he is also very clear about the complexity of Qijuemen.

Although they are all from the same sect, they belong to the same sect.

In fact, each hall is basically doing its own thing, and there is not much communication with each other.

It's just that they are under the unified management of the leader, the high priest and the ten elders.

If the top does not intervene, there will be people fighting each other in the halls below.

Now, he can only admit defeat and be left behind by others.

Do not ask for any treasure.

It's good to save your life.

However, what he met was Nanchen Jiushu and others.

They escaped from Yinyue Mountain after narrowly escaped death.

I have already hated these Qijue sect monsters, how could I let him go!

At this moment, only Nan Chen said coldly:

"We are members of the Dao League."

"What, Daomeng?"

Yaodao looked terrified, and he realized it at this moment.

Although the few people in front of them are all wearing Taoist robes of the Qijue Sect, they look very similar to the most wanted people in the sect recently.

Especially Uncle Jiu, that one-word eyebrow is too obvious.

At this moment, the heart of this monster is cold.

"You, you are, those Daoist monks who escaped from Yinyue Mountain!"

"That's right, it's me waiting!"

Zhan Rui opened her mouth, her eyes were red.

Changjiang died for her, and many disciples of Tianshifu died in Yinyue Mountain.

Now she hates Yinyue Mountain and Qijuemen Demon Dao to the bone.

At this moment, that demon's heart completely went cold.

In the hands of these people, he still has his life.

"Senior Lin, leave this person to this junior!"

Zhan Rui cupped his fists at Uncle Jiu.

The hatred in her heart was too strong.

Uncle Jiu took a look at Zhan Rui and just nodded.

Seeing Uncle Jiu nodding, Zhan Rui didn't hesitate.

He raised his long sword with a murderous look on his face:

"Yaodao, go to hell!"

After speaking, the long sword has been stabbed out.

In an instant, it pierced Yaodao's chest.

The Yaodao bowed his body and spat out blood.

Big ups and downs, just in such a short few minutes.

Just now, he killed his sworn brother.