Chapter 1003: Two deputy suzerains

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The blood-drinking old man made a sneer, like a night owl, extremely unsound.
His blood-red pupils were filled with cold killing intent.
"Boy, if you dare to kill the elder of our corpse demon sect, you are destined to become my corpse puppet! No one can save you!!"
The voice of the blood-drinking old man fell, and the whole person turned into a light, and quickly killed.
The blood light is extremely corrosive, and it is extremely fast, like a red lightning, shooting at Ye Qing's body.
"stop!"
In the sky, a gust of wind hits, and the deputy suzerain Feng Baihe makes a move, like a remnant cloud, faster than the blood-drinking old man!
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Baihe appeared in front of Ye Qing, slapped a fierce palm, and confronted the old man drinking blood.
Feng Baihe is strong, not under the blood-drinking old man, suddenly confronts, does not let the wind fall, and stands firmly in front of Ye Qing.
"Old blood drinker! You are too much! Ye Qing is the first saint son of our Eastern Desolate Sect. No one can touch him!"
Feng Baihe roared, and a cold light burst into his eyes. The former Ye Qing, whose status was not high enough, has now become the first son of the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect. Of course, the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect must fully protect it!
"Joke, the first saint son of the Eastern Desolate Sect, so what? He killed the lone lamp elder of my corpse demon sect, and he will pay for his life!" The blood-drinking old man was extremely domineering, and came to the Eastern Desolate Sect alone, still arrogant. Arrogant, without fear.
"what?!"
Feng Baihe was surprised, his eyes flickering, if the old man drinking blood is true, then things are a bit troublesome.
The corpse demon sect is difficult to deal with, and the corpse demon sect has always protected shortcomings. If Ye Qing kills the elder Lone Lamp, the corpse demon sect will definitely take revenge.
"How could Ye Qing kill Elder Lone Deng, Elder Drinking Blood, did you make a mistake?"
Just when Feng Baihe was surprised, Dasma not far away landed on the ground.
"My first son, Ye Qing, of Saint Sect of the Eastern Desolation, is innocent by nature and should not kill Elder Lone Deng. I think it should be a mistake." Dasma said with a smile.
On the surface, Big Sma stood on Ye Qing's side, but showed a sinister and cunning expression.
"Yes, I killed Elder Lone Deng. In addition to Elder Lone Deng, there is also a deacon of the Demon Corpse Sect and several disciples of the Demon Corpse Sect. If you want to take revenge, please come to me!"
Ye Qingyi was not afraid, and could remain calm in front of the blood-drinking old man.
In the past, when facing Semi-Holy, Ye Qing didn't panic. How could he care about the blood-drinking old man?
Besides, now that he has left Shengxiao Dongfu, his wishful golden cudgel can be used, and if the blood-drinking old man dares to be arrogant, he can just kill him with a stick.
"Oh, Ye Qing, I didn't expect you to kill Elder Lone Deng, what can you do? Although you are the first saint son, do you want to offend the Demon Corpse Sect because of you?"
Dasma said yin and yang weirdly, with a mean smile on her face, happy to watch the show.
"Swish swish!"
In the sky, a group of figures rushed towards the elders of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect.
They sensed a strong sense of death, and knew that there was a strong person coming, and that the person who came was not good, so they came to check.
When they saw that the person who came was a blood-drinking old man, they were all taken aback.
The blood-drinking old man of the Demon Corpse Sect came to the Saint Sect of the Eastern Desolation, that would be no good!
When the elders heard Ye Qing's words, they were even more shocked. Some elders with relatively poor psychological quality fell from midair on the spot.
"I'll go, he actually killed the elder Lone Deng, he was too courageous! No wonder the blood-drinking old man is coming to trouble!"
"That is, I heard that Elder Lone Deng is the most important confidant of the blood-drinking old man, and has a high status in the corpse demon sect!"
"The Deputy Sect Master Dasma is right. Even if Ye Qing is the first saint son, but offends the Demon Corpse Sect, our Eastern Desolate Saint Sect is afraid that he can't tolerate him!"
The elders talked a lot, waiting to see Ye Qing's joke.
In fact, in the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect, Ye Qing offended many elders, and many people wished Ye Qing would be killed by the blood-drinking old man.
"Dasma, what do you mean? Wouldn't it be necessary to hand over the first saint son of our Eastern Desolation Saint Sect to the Blood Drinking Old Man?"
Feng Baihe was furious, his eyes flashed with cold light.
On the other side, Dasma smiled coldly: "Why, do you want to fight against the corpse demon sect? If the lord is present, I am afraid that the overall situation will be more important!" Dasma said coldly.
The two vice-sect masters of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect were in a deadlock.
"Hurry up, I don't have much patience, Feng Baihe, as long as you hand over Ye Qing, I will leave immediately, and you won't stay in the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect for half a step!"
The blood-drinking old man had spoken. He came to the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect for only one purpose, and that was to take Ye Qing away.
There are all kinds of torture in the Demon Corpse Sect. The blood-drinking old man will not kill Ye Qing now, but wants to bring Ye Qing into the Demon Corpse Sect and torture him severely.
"Sorry, old blood drinker, I can't do it! I want to take the first son, unless I step on my body first!"
Feng Baihe's attitude is firm and there is no room for negotiation.
"Really? Feng Baihe, don't you think I really can't kill you?"
The blood-drinking old man smiled coldly. In terms of personal combat power, he may only be able to tie Feng Baihe.
However, the blood-drinking old man still has many powerful puppets.
If the corpse puppet is sacrificed, the comprehensive combat power of the blood-drinking old man is definitely above Feng Baihe.
"Feng Baihe, you have considered it carefully! Are you really going to fight our corpse demon sect?"
The blood-drinking old man showed a hideous smile on his face and lifted the name of the Demon Corpse Sect to suppress the Holy Sect of the Eastern Desolation.
"That's right, the blood-drinking brother is right. The so-called murder pays for life, Ye Qing should pay the price if he kills Elder Lone Deng! Why should we have trouble with the corpse demon sect for Ye Qing?" Dasma said, looking around, Scanned among many elders and saint sons.
The elders and sons of the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect present at the scene basically agreed with Dasima's idea.
It is obviously unwise to offend the corpse demon sect for the sake of only Ye Qing!
For a while, there was a chattering sound on the scene, and many people pointed to Ye Qing, saying that Ye Qing should not offend the corpse demon sect and should not kill Elder Lone Deng!
Facing the accusations from everyone, Ye Qing smiled indifferently, and slowly said, "Everyone here, I just ask, if Elder Lone Deng wants to refine you into corpse puppets, will you resist?"
Ye Qing's words were sharp, and for a while, the scene became quiet and no one spoke.
They all have heard about the cruel methods of the Demon Corpse Sect. They refine living people into corpse puppets. The Demon Corpse Sect has done many things like this.
"Haha! My corpse demon sect likes to refine corpse puppets, can you control it? The elder of my corpse demon sect must pay a painful price! Boy, come with me!"
The blood-drinking old man said in a negative way, his body turned into a light, and he quickly killed.
"You refine the corpse puppet in a place where I can't see it, I may not be able to control it! But I, Ye Qing, see it, I have to take care of it!"
The corner of Ye Qing's mouth raised, and as he spoke, there was a big golden stick in his hand, and he was about to do it.
"Wow!"
In the distance, a figure in white clothes came across from the sky, with extraordinary bearing, without any fluctuations in the vitality released from his body, just like ordinary people.
However, with such an extraordinary temperament, this person is by no means an idler!
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