Chapter 1004: Half-Holy Power

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The figure in white clothes coming out of the sky is detached from the vulgarity, with a kind of extraordinary temperament on his body, giving people a sense of unpredictability.
The white figure appeared, and the two deputy suzerains became extremely respectful. That was the leader of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect, Xiao Moqing!
The appearance of the blood-drinking old man, unexpectedly, alarmed the leader of the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect.
In fact, Xiao Moqing is in a state of retreat and practice, and has not appeared for many years.
The arrival of the blood-drinking old man exuded a strong breath of death, which Xiao Moqing could easily sense.
As the leader of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect, when foreign enemies arrive, Xiao Moqing will naturally come out to preside over the overall situation.
The blood-drinking old man saw that the visitor was unkind. Anyway, he definitely didn't come to the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect to find someone to chat.
"Old Blood Drinker, what are you doing? My Eastern Desolate Saint Sect, you are not welcome!"
Xiao Moqing said in a deep voice, a ray of cold light flashed in his eyes.
The relationship between the Demon Corpse Sect and the Saint Sect of the Eastern Desolation has always been bad, but it has not yet developed to the extent of a large-scale war.
"Xiao Moqing, I heard that you were retreating and wanting to break through to the semi-sacred realm. Now it seems that you still have not succeeded! Really gratifying!"
The blood-drinking old man said negatively, gloating over misfortune.
Wanting to break through to the semi-sacred realm, it is as difficult as reaching the sky, Xiao Moqing is still one step away, still staying at the peak of the nine-fold immortal.
"Even if I am not a semi-sage, it is easy to kill you!"
Xiao Moqing snorted coldly, and his sleeves waved, releasing a cold murderous intent.
It is also the peak of the Nine Immortal Layers, and the difference in combat power between them may be very large.
Xiao Moqing has been infinitely close to the semi-sage, among the nine peaks of immortality, belonging to the top existence.
"Xiao Moqing, don't scare me! I don't believe you dare to kill me!"
The blood-drinking old man sneered, standing straight and confident.
Today's Eastern Desolate Saint Sect, obviously still dare not go to war with the Demon Corpse Sect.
Therefore, the blood-drinking old man looked for it, and he Xiao Moqing did not dare to do it.
Otherwise, if the blood-drinking old man died in the Eastern Desolate Sacred Sect, it would inevitably become a fuse, giving the Demon Corpse Sect an excuse to invade.
In the old days, a lone lamp elder died in the corpse demon sect, which is not too serious, after all, it was just an elder.
The old man drinking blood is different. He is the deputy sect master of the corpse demon sect, where his identity and status are placed.
"Old man drinking blood, what do you want?" Xiao Moqing said solemnly.
"What I want is very simple, as long as you speak, you can be satisfied!" As the old man drinking blood spoke, a cold electricity burst in his eyes, staring at Ye Qing.
"I only want Ye Qing's life! Hand over Ye Qing and I will leave immediately!" The old man drinking blood continued.
Xiao Moqing's face was gloomy when he heard the words. After the trial of Shengxiao Dongfu, he personally appointed Ye Qing as the first saint son.
Xiao Moqing valued Ye Qing's enchanting talent very much.
It can be said that Xiao Moqing has regarded Ye Qing as the future hope of the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect!
"No! Ye Qing is the first saint son of my Eastern Desolation Saint Sect, so I can't give it to you!"
Xiao Moqing said in a deep voice, with a firm attitude. In his heart, Ye Qing represented the future of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect. It was impossible to hand over Ye Qing.
"Old blood drinker, you can go now!"
Xiao Mo sent an order to chase away guests, not to kill the blood-drinking old man, just for the face of the Demon Corpse Sect.
"Xiao Moqing, you'd better think about it clearly. If you don't hand over Ye Qing, I will report to the Sect Master immediately after returning to the Demon Corpse Sect! Our Sect Master will report to you. It will be no good to start a war between the two sects!"
The blood-drinking old man's words were full of threats, with a confident look, relying on his status as the deputy master of the corpse demon sect, showing off his might.
"Old blood drinker, don't you want me to do it? I'm determined, it's useless to say anything! Your Demon Corpse Sect really wants to start a war, I will stay with the Saint Sect of the Eastern Desolation!"
Xiao Moqing's face was cold, and there was a deep chill in the sky.
"Sect Master, in my opinion, we still hand over Ye Qing, an excellent saint son, we can cultivate in the future, but if we provoke a war, that sect will never be peaceful!"
Suddenly, Dasma stepped forward, stood beside Xiao Moqing, and said slowly.
"Big Sma, shut up!"
Xiao Moqing's face sank, and her heart was angry. When Dasma spoke like this, she undoubtedly swept her own prestige in front of outsiders!
In terms of overall strength, the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect is indeed inferior to the Zombie Demon Sect, but it is not easy to provoke!
If the corpse demon sect really wants to start a war, even if it can win in the end, it will be the result of killing one thousand and losing eight hundred!
"Sect Master, this..."
Dasma's expression was stagnant, and he didn't dare to speak. In front of the Sect Master, he did not dare to make trouble.
"Very good! Xiao Moqing, you Eastern Desolate Saint Sect, just wait for me!"
The blood-drinking old man turned around and walked away with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"stop!"
In the far sky, a light and shadow flashed, the speed was extremely fast, it was a gray-haired old man!
"Senior Longevity!"
Xiao Moqing was shocked when she saw the figure in the sky!
That was the master hermit of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect. He had become famous as early as tens of thousands of years ago. He was a master of the semi-sacred realm, and grew old!
"Xiao Moqing, as the sect master, you will really give us the face of the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect! The corpse demon sect has bullied the door, you are still polite!"
The elders snorted coldly, his body flashed, and the speed was indescribable.
In an instant, perhaps only a thousandth of a second passed, the elders caught up with the blood-drinking old man and picked him up.
The blood-drinking old man's face changed in shock, and his heart was terrified. He did not expect such a powerful master to come out!
He is the existence of the immortal nine-fold peak, and the opponent can easily subdue him, at least a semi-sage!
"Senior, show mercy..."
The blood-drinking old man opened his mouth to beg for mercy, completely lost his previous arrogant posture.
In front of Xiao Moqing, he still dared to be arrogant and arrogant, but when faced with the real Semi-Holy, he was immediately persuaded.
"I'm good at my Eastern Desolate Saint Sect, and dare to threaten my Eastern Desolate Saint Sect's first son, do you want to leave without leaving something?"
The face of the elders is cold, and there is a sense of killing haunting the world!
The blood-drinking old man was very scared, listening to the meaning of growing old, he wanted to leave easily, afraid it would not be so easy.
"Senior Longevity, spare your life!"
The blood-drinking old man trembled, unable to maintain a high profile in front of the elders.
The blood-drinking old man knew something about the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect. On the face of it, the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect had no semi-sage master.
In fact, there are several elders in the Eastern Desolate Saint Sect secretly, whose cultivation bases have all reached the semi-sage realm, extremely terrifying!
Among them, the elder grows old, the elder of the Eastern Desolation Saint Sect's hidden world, and his cultivation is unfathomable!
"I won't kill you, but my Eastern Desolate Saint Sect is not a place where you can come or leave if you want!"
The vitality of the elders in the elders burst out, and suddenly shot, only to hear a click, and then accompanied by the screams of the blood-drinking old man, echoing in the mountains.
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