Chapter 909: Practice 1 and throw 1

　　Shangwu Tianzun snorted in mid-air, and his face merged in the next moment, exclaimed, "Don't come near"
　　 bang
A tremendous loud noise came from the air, the blood in the air was like silk, a savage breath like a cobweb, wrapped up the group of Shangwu Tianzun, the blood of Shangwu Tianzun, even out of the body, followed the blood to Xinhai go with.
　　Yang Zhen was really scared this time. I didn't expect that there would be such a terrifying and evil practice between heaven and earth, and he would be able to take people's blood away.
　　 "Quick, stop him"
　　 Feng Wuya's complexion changed greatly, and between the flicks, the long sword glowed in his hand. A breath of terror was like a frenzy, forming a roaring long snake in the air, hitting those bloodstains.
　　 "Stop"
　　 Wulun Tianzun also sneered, and the five golden suns rose up, evaporating the bloodshot blood around them.
　　 Xinhai's stern look gradually calmed down, looking at the vain Feng Wuya and Wulun Tianzun, showing a smile-like expression, saying, "At this time, haven't you thought of who this great saint is?"
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"Yep"
Yang Zhen was stunned. Xin Hai had long known who the great saint was in the sacred mound. No wonder everyone was trapped in the middle of the world. Only when he came out did he return to the cave, but came to the real sacred mound within.
　　 At this moment, the cheap cat suddenly yelled and said, "No, it turned out to be the lunatic, Yang Xiaozi, find the real coffin, or it will be too late."
　　 "Who is so powerful," Yang Zhen asked in amazement, turning his head in surprise.
　　 "Blood Crow" Hua Youyue whispered suddenly, a strange look flashed on her face.
Yang Zhen has never heard the name of the blood crow, but the face of Hua Youyue has changed. Obviously, this blood crow must be a simple guy. Otherwise, Hua Youyue will not change his face, even the cheap cat. Not so anxious.
　　Although he didn't know what kind of person this blood crow was, Yang Zhen stepped forward and escaped the layers of blood, rushing towards the inside of the holy mound.
　　 "Boy, what did the old man tell you before, how did you think about it"
　　Xin Hai's face suddenly flashed a confused look, eyes red, staring at Yang Zhen, like a dark crow.
Yang Zhen's scalp is numb, and I don't know what happened to this guy. These bloodstains are obviously not his body. He hurriedly said: "Ben Sao Sheng thought for a while, joining Mozong might be really an interesting thing, However, I am lazy in nature, and I like women and the treasures of the world. Can you give them?"
Xin Hai was stunned and laughed, said: "Boy, as long as you join Mozong and become the disciple of the old man, the woman and the heaven and earth are treasures. Obviously, everyone in the world is wrong. The old man can guarantee that the next world, It will be my sacred world."
　　Yang Zhen oh, a stagger at the foot, almost caught in the bloodshot, looked at Xin Hai strangely, this guy, wouldn’t be funny
　　 The whole world is Mozong. Xin Hai can say such things, either his brain is broken, or he is lost by something.
　　 A good old man, who was so confused at the end, really made Yang Zhen a little surprised.
"There is still, I still need a lot of exercises, it is best to practice the kind." Yang Zhen is full of nonsense, but has been observing the surrounding environment, not waiting for Xin Hai to speak, and said again: "My personality is a bit weird. I need two copies to practice the exercises. I need to practice one and throw it away. If your practice is lacking, I won't do it."
　　Practice one, throw one
　　Don't say Xin Hai, that is, Shangwu Tianzun wrapped like a dumpling, he was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Yang Zhen with a dull expression.
　　 The rest of the others' faces are as weird as weird.
　　Cultivate one and throw one, you dare to say that
　　If your disciples say such a bastard, there will be one on the scene, I'm afraid it will have been slapped.
　　Cultivation resources are not easy to come by, especially the superior exercises, which sect is not a treasure
Normal disciples are not qualified to practice. Only those disciples who perform well can understand one or two, not to mention the practice and throw a copy, they can all take a look and practice, that is already the full strength of the sect. Cultivate the core disciples.
　　Five rounds of Tianzun's mouth kept pumping, while damaging the blood, he muttered to himself: "Hang kid, this is too false, so nonsense, the ghost believes that you are really willing to join the demons."
　　 Elder Yuelong was also in a daze, shook his head and prepared desperately.
　　 Feng Wuya smiled bitterly again and again, just about to break out, and suddenly heard Xin Hai's hearty laugh.
"Good boy, the old man likes your personality. Sure enough, he is a person who is born to join my sect. It doesn't matter what you throw at a cult. As long as you want, it doesn't matter if you throw it all away. If my sect cannot do whatever you want, What else is eligible to be admired by thousands of people"
　　 Hearing this, Feng Wuya and others staggered together, especially the five-round Tianzun, stunned, accidentally caught by a bloodshot, and awful voice flew into the air.
　　 This is fine
　　Everyone looked at Yang Zhen and Xin Hai with a dumbfounded face
　　Yang Zhen is acting. Everyone can see that he is acting too fake and it is difficult to see.
　　 But Xin Hai is also acting
　　Why did he act
　　 This is not necessary.
Everyone didn't know what happened to Xin Hai, but now it seems that something must have happened to him, and his strength has increased greatly, especially these bloodshot lines, once touched, it is wrapped up and wants to resist all. difficult.
　　 In this case, Xin Hai will have a joke
　　 Not to mention Feng Wuya and others, even Yang Zhen was stunned and almost fell from the air.
　　 This is agreed
　　 Mozong deserves to be a Mozong. The thoughts of these people are really unstoppable and admire.
　　Yang Zhen really aspires to such a life, doing whatever he wants, regardless of other people's views.
No wonder so many monks are willing to be pitted by Mozong, if the disciples of Mozong really are like Xin Hai said, then Mozong is simply an existence that makes all monks rush.~www.mtlnovel. com~ Okay, you let me think about it, I think this matter is very serious, even if you join the Mozong, you can’t always say it so casually.
　　 "Boy, the old man's patience is limited, you better make a decision quickly."
　　 "Okay, you give me a tea time, I think about it"
　　 "Found" Xin Hai's eyes flashed with surprise, and asked, "What did you find?"
　　 Yang Zhen laughed and said, "Old man, this is the real purpose of this blood crow. Don't be stupid. The power he has worked so hard won't give you."
With that said, Yang Zhen rushed towards a corner of the holy mound, a very small place in the corner, there was a grass growing in the wind, but it was surprising that this grass turned out to be blood Red.
　　 "Yang Zhen'er, how dare you"
Seeing Yang Zhen's movements, Xin Hai suddenly burst out like a sea of ​​blood waves, roared, reached out and grabbed, Han Yaner's face suddenly changed, was dragged by a force of terror, and quickly rushed towards Xin Hai .
　　 Everyone's complexion changed.
　　 "Boy, hurry up, ruin that blood spirit", the cheap cat shouted excitedly.
　　 Looking at Han Yan'er's pale face, he would be strangled by Xin Hai's throat, a trace of murderousness flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes, and the whole person disappeared in place.
　　 "Old things, you die"
　　 Go to your sister's blood spirit
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