Chapter 610 **Stealing Yuan**

"Old immortal, you are right. I am so scared of the Sect Master. Oh, as soon as the Sect Master came, I was immediately paralyzed!"

A man with a triangular face and a height of only four feet, after speaking vividly, he immediately bent his legs and lay down on the ground with a humming look, looking like he pretended to be dead. His exaggerated expression and funny performance, coupled with his ridiculous height, immediately attracted a burst of laughter.

Elder Chuan Gong and more than a dozen disciples from the Blood Transformation Sect, their faces were as angry as if they were helpless. The harsh laughter sounded in their ears, and they felt a pain in their hearts like a knife cut.

"Elder Chuangong, you have heard it. Not only me, but they were even scared by the sect leader's divine threat. Is anyone so scared that they wet their pants? Ah, haha..."

The old fairy Guyang laughed sarcastically and glanced coldly at the guardian elders and others, then waved at a beautiful girl not far away and said, "Beauty, my favorite thing to do is to smile at the beautiful woman. Come on, tell me, how should this elder die?"

When the old monster Guyang asked him, the woman immediately showed a shy look and twisted her waist in a charming way. As the old monster Guyang's confidant, the woman naturally knew how to please the old monster. She giggled and stretched out a plump and smooth pink fist, made a gesture and beat the old fairy, and said in a coquettish and angrily: "Old fairy, if you say it wrong, you are not allowed to blame me!"

The woman's eyes were sticky and looked at the old monster Guyang meaningfully, and then said, "Since this elder is so respectful, why not, let my sisters use **stealing the Yuan** and let him die!"

A wave of charming laughter, these lustful and charming soft jade fragrances, and a graceful body that was about to emerge, with a red face, and a clear view of it, which made many demon disciples distracted, and a few guys who had not practiced enough instinctively were aroused in the body.

"Hahaha, good idea, just do it like this! Ya'er, I'll leave this old thing to you!"

The old fairy Guyang laughed as if she was itchy and pointed at the others: "They are all dead like this. The remaining monks are too low, just kill them."

Neither the Guardian Elder nor the Chuan Gong Elder expected that the Guyang Immortal would directly kill so many people on this Red Blood Mountain.

"Old Monster Guyang, if you dare to attack us in this Chixue Mountain, the sect leader will not let you go after he comes out of seclusion." Qin Zhilong looked at the old Monster Guyang with an angry look on his face and shouted angrily.

"The Sect Master comes out of seclusion, hahaha, let alone whether the Sect Master is still likely to come out of seclusion. Even if there is, what does your death have to do with me? You, you, and you, are all fighting bravely in the battle with the people in the righteous path, and finally die at the hands of the people in the righteous path. Although we are fighting to save our lives, we still cannot save our fellow disciples because of our serious injuries. We feel infinitely sad!" As the old immortal Guyang spoke, there was a bit of sadness on his face.

"Hahahahahahaha, the ancestor is right. In order to protect the disciples, Elder Chuangong tried to test the tiger with his body. He fought bravely with the female disciple of Taihao Sect for three days and three nights. In the end, he was less skilled and died of exhaustion."

"No, not bad. Although the guardian elder is getting stronger, there are too many demonic women in Taihao Sect. After repeated battles, it is difficult to resist the women with one person. It is hard to defend against them!"

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Countless words fell into the ears of Elder Chuangong and others, and his heart felt sad. Unexpectedly, he did not die in the swords of the people in the righteous way, but actually died under these so-called fellow disciples.

But now that things have come to this point, it is unlikely that I and others will survive again. The two elders looked at the dozen disciples around and said, "At this point, we can only fight. If we fight one, we can't embarrass the sect leader."

Liu Peng and Qin Zhilong looked at each other and at the same time sacrificed a blood-colored flying sword. Although the quality of the flying sword was not very good, the murderous aura also rushed straight to the sky.

"Don't worry, elder, even if we die, we will never embarrass the sect leader." Hua Xinzi and more than a dozen disciples of the Hua generation also had a look of determination on their faces as they spoke, and magic weapons were all sacrificed by them.

Although they may not be able to withstand an attack from the old immortal Guyang, they were determined to die and were willing to fight to the death. Even if this move was also bloody and cruel, they died tragic!

If you fight for the battlefield, you will die even if you die. The damn bird will face upwards and you will never die forever!

The rolling aura of Xiaoshou rolled wildly on these monks and the surging murderous intent made the surrounding storm change color.

The old immortal Guyang was shocked when he looked at the murderous intent condensed in front of him. After living for so many years, this kind of desperate murderous intent was really the first time he met. What's more important is that the object of this murderous intent was himself! This made the old immortal Guyang felt very unhappy, and there was a hint of fear.

"Good man, I really didn't expect that there are such passionate men in your Blood Transformation Sect. I, Xiong Dali, admired you!"

Although Xiong Dali was bound by five huge golden rings and could not move, his voice was like a thunder.

"Brother Xiong, this time, I'm sorry to you, the Blood Transformation Sect, but I believe that the Sect Master will definitely avenge us." Elder Chuan Gong glanced at Xiong Dali and said in a deep voice.

"Avenge you? Humph, since you believe it, then go. I believe that your sect leader will soon accompany you, brothers, send you a few of you on the way and let them die at the hands of the righteous path!" As the old immortal Guyang spoke, the ferocious murderous intent flashed on his face.

"It's really sinister. My Blood-Crafting Sect actually has talents like you. However, you are a little petty when you kill someone. If you have a good temper, you should rush around, kill if you want to kill, and cut if you want to cut. How could you have so many concerns!" A cold voice suddenly sounded from a distance.

Although the cold voice sounded like this person was praising Guyang Laoxian as a rare talent, whether it was Guyang Laoyang or others, the obvious sarcasm could be heard from this voice.

Who is Guyang Laoxian? This person is not only a master of the evil level, but also the fierce power he showed just now, but also made his aura unique in the Blood Transformation Sect. Unexpectedly, someone dared to provoke him!

The old immortal Guyang, who was angry in his heart, turned his head and looked at the rude person, and everyone's eyes also looked over.

This glance immediately made Elder Chuangong and other disciples of the Blood-Crafting Sect smile, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"This guy is finally here. If you don't come again, Grandpa Xiong, I can only use my last move." Although the five-ring dragon binding rope on Xiong Dali's body became tighter and tighter, a hint of relief still appeared on his huge bear's face.

The two little foxes who were uneasy looked at the person who appeared with joy. Although they had no good feelings for this guy before, after a disaster, they had a deep sense of happiness for the appearance of this person. The appearance of this person made them feel at ease and made them feel at ease, and they no longer had to be afraid of the old immortal Guxian.

"Ignorance dares to talk nonsense in front of the old immortal. I really don't know how to live or die. Why don't you kneel down on the ground and ask the old immortal to forgive you. Maybe the old immortal will let you go." When the woman, who was called Ya'er by the old immortal Guyang, she immediately shouted with a sweet voice when she saw that she was actually a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul.

Although the peak of the Nascent Soul and Ningsha are only one line away, the peak of the Nascent Soul without Ningsha is much worse than the cultivator of Ningsha. Although Ya'er's cultivation level has just reached the Nascent Soul, as the favorite concubine of the Guyang Old Immortal, she is not afraid of this man who suddenly appears.

However, Ya'er didn't see the old immortal Guyang standing not far away, but now his face was solemn. The person who came here made his heart full of deep concerns.

Yi Chu looked at the beautiful woman with fat buttocks and breasts in front of him, and smiled coldly. In the flash of his eyes, two golden lights rushed towards Na Ya'er like lightning.

"Shameless! Despicable! How dare you attack sneakily!"

The moment Na Yaer rushed over, he suddenly sacrificed a pink ropa, with pink divine light blocking the golden sword light. This pink ropa is a top-grade magic weapon made by Guyang Laoxian who took the silk of the fire cicada for thousands of years. The ordinary flying swords and flying swords are hard to damage at all. Half of this Yaer's skill is on this pink ropa.

However, the sudden golden sword light seemed to be as if it was nothing to the pink Ropa. In an instant, it broke through the pink Ropa's block and penetrated into Yaer's spiritual platform.

"How could this be..." After leaving the last few words, Ya'er's extremely enchanting body suddenly hit the ground from the void. The pink Ropa fell to the ground without the support of his master.

The old fairy Guyang did not expect that his first beloved girl would fall to the ground in the blink of an eye. The treasure he gave her was of no use. In desperation, he reached out to grab Yaer who was lying on the ground, and his soft body immediately fell into his hand.

Holding this warm body into his arms, the old immortal Guyang felt a layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead! The Yaer's Nascent Soul in his arms was still there, but he no longer had the spiritual consciousness he had practiced for many years. In other words, Yaer was already a dead person at this time!
Chapter completed!