Chapter 83

The "empty building ship" stopped over a small desert oasis.

The oasis is very small, only tens of square kilometers in size, on which dozens of rough and crude stone houses are sparsely built.

At this time, hundreds of monks dressed in different colors stood in front of the simple stone houses and on the roof. These people were standing on the roof and the ground, raising their necks and looking at the empty building ship suddenly flying in the sky and more than 30 sword lights flying out of the empty building ship. Their faces were full of fear.

Zhou Yang stood in the air with his flying sword. His eyes did not stay on the friars on the ground during the Qi training period, but directly looked at a battle regiment thousands of meters ahead.

In the sky thousands of meters away, Zhang Yunpeng, who took the first step, was besieged by more than a dozen foundation building friars and a seven story friar of Zifu, looking quite embarrassed.

But it's just embarrassing. As a spiritual friar of the wind system, Zhang Yunpeng may not be good at defense, but speed and attack are his strengths.

Before the arrival of Zhou Yang and others, he followed the soul chasing blood bird to find the small oasis hidden by the magic array, immediately alerted the sand bandits in the oasis, and then was besieged by the sand bandits.

However, although the sand bandits are numerous, no one can keep up with his speed. With his superb "wind escape technique", he can often avoid danger at the critical moment without hurting the foundation.

At this time, seeing the empty building ship of the ancestors of the Chen family coming, he quickly shook the fourth-order top-grade magic weapon "Lingfeng flag" in his hand. His figure disappeared in place like an invisible wind. When it reappeared, it was already in front of Zhou Yang and them.

When the sand bandits saw this, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

They besieged Zhang Yunpeng before, and none of them won the other. Now there is another Chen family ancestor with higher cultivation and twice the number of friars in the foundation period. How can we fight?

"Chen Daoyou came just in time. Although the guy opposite was wearing a mask, I saw him fight just now. The means he showed was by no means the style of my boundless sand sea cultivation world. It seems that the news of zongmen is correct. Sure enough, other people in the cultivation world lurked to make trouble."

In the sky, Zhang Yunpeng returned to the ancestors of the Chen family, looked at the zifuqi sand bandit with a grimace mask opposite, and said his findings in a cold tone.

Hearing what he said, the ancestor of the Chen family couldn't help humming coldly: "hum, I don't care what his origin is. I dare to kill my Chen family's foundation building Friar and destroy my Chen family's Square City in the boundless sand sea cultivation world. Even if there is a yuan infant friar standing behind him, I will kill him to avenge those people who died in my Chen family!"

He looked at the monk in the purple mansion opposite with cold eyes, and made no secret of his intention to kill.

He had no way back. As he said in his words, even if there was a Yuan Ying friar behind the purple mansion friar, he would kill each other.

Otherwise, not only the prestige and reputation of the Chen family will be completely destroyed, but also the hearts of the people within the family will be lost.

The people of the clan don't care about the background of the murderer. They only see that their clan leader is a greedy man who can kill the murderer and avenge the innocent people who died in vain, but sit and watch the other party leave.

Such a patriarch, such a family, how can people raise their love again? Make people feel belonging and identity? Make people believe that the family will really take care of themselves?

Once the hearts of the people have dispersed, the Chen family still has him, the monk of the purple mansion period, and it is a foregone conclusion that he will decline in the future. In this way, he might as well gamble or be cool, and kill the guy in front of him first.

"Jie, do you think you can really kill me? Now that you have found it here, let's see the real chapter under our hands today! "

Among the sand bandits, the purple mansion friar wearing a ghost mask burst into a "Jie Jie" strange smile, his blood light flashed, and a terrible momentum like a demon and a devil suddenly rose from him.

"The ninth floor of Zifu!"

"Evil!"

The ancestors of the Chen family and Zhang Yunpeng changed their faces and looked at the greatly changed ghost face with a shocked face. The mask man exclaimed.

Both of them are like this, not to mention Zhou Yang and other friars in the foundation period.

Under the pressure of the huge momentum of the ninth floor of Zifu, the ghost mask man, except that monks such as Chen Ping'an and Liu Qingsong could hold their body still in the later stage of foundation construction, all the monks below the later stage of foundation construction, including Zhou Yang, were pressed down and fell for several to tens of feet.

Like Zhou Xuanhao and other monks who barely built the foundation and were on the first floor of the foundation, they almost fell off the flying sword without being impacted by this momentum.

right enough!

Zhou Yang shouted wildly in his heart while desperately mobilizing his mana to resist the momentum and pressure of the ghost mask man.

His guess was finally verified after the other party no longer hid his strength and exposed his true identity.

However, the man who exposed his true identity did not pay any attention to the exclamation of Chen's ancestors and Zhang Yunpeng. After releasing his deep magic cultivation, he waved a bloody magic light and fell into the desert oasis below, showing his prepared back hand.

"Come out, my servant!"

A deep cry came from the ghost mask population. More than a dozen uplifted tombs on the oasis ground suddenly burst apart.

Ow, Ow!

Like the roar of wild animals, one after another came from the cracked tombs, and then the bloody devil corpses, like shells coming out of the chamber, "whoosh, whoosh" ejected from the tombs and appeared in the sight of Zhou Yang and others.

Each of these bloody devil corpses exudes momentum from the early stage of foundation construction to the late stage of foundation construction. Each head is refined from the corpses of friars during the foundation construction period.

After being refined by the body refining method of the demon friars, they can't see what they were like before they were born. Their ferocious faces, sharp fangs, sharp and narrow nails, and bloody single horns that human beings can't have all show their alien identity.

"Jie, now we are even!"

The ghost face mask man looked at the blood ghost demon corpses carefully cultivated by himself on the ground, and his mouth burst into a strange smile.

Then he stretched out his hand and directly took off the ghost mask on his face, revealing a young man's face as pale as snow.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the blood Moro, the 38th generation of the blood devil sect!"

This demon friar, who calls himself "blood Moro", is obviously the face of a young man like Zhou Yang, but what he says from his mouth is old and arrogant.

However, when he said this, no one had any opinion. The person who could cultivate to the ninth floor of Zifu would certainly not be a young man in his twenties and thirties. I don't know how many skills and elixirs the immortal world can keep in its face forever. No immortal would be superficial enough to judge the age of another immortal by his face.

Zhou Yang and others were surprised by the identity of the "blood Moro".

The thirty eighth generation of the blood devil sect!

This identity is very strange to those people in the boundless sand sea immortal world. I'm afraid there are no more than one palm of the friars of the "blood evil demon sect" who have heard of the demon sect.

But this does not prevent them from being surprised by each other's identity.

As we all know, due to the reason that everyone calls for fighting, there is almost no room for the survival of small sects in the internal sects. Without the demonic sects dominated by monks above the golden elixir period, they can't be inherited in the immortal world at all.

In this case, the blood moron claims to be the 38th generation of the "blood devil sect", so its identity is almost comparable to that of the leader of the Huangsha gate.

"Hum, the blood demon sect is really powerful. No one knows the name of the blood demon in the immortal cultivation world of liuyunzhou, but you only have the cultivation of the ninth floor of the purple house and dare to claim to be the descendant of the demon sect. It's really a big tone. I'm not afraid that your martial uncles and uncles will peel your skin and make a blood corpse after hearing this!"

The ancestors of the Chen family seemed to know the situation of the "blood devil sect". When Zhou Yang and others were still surprised by the words of the blood Moro, he said sarcastically and mocked each other.

Since the bloody Moro revealed his identity as a demon monk, he was actually relieved when he was shocked by the strong cultivation of the ninth floor of the other party's purple house.

The devil friar was killed by everyone. Since the blood Moro was a devil friar, if he killed this man, he would not only make mistakes, but also make great achievements.

Therefore, he now saw the shameless blood Moro, who claimed to be the 38th generation of the blood devil sect. He thought he knew the situation of the blood devil sect, and immediately mocked each other with a rude sneer.

However, when he finished his words, the bloody Moro had no time to reply. Zhang Yunpeng, who stood near him, said in a dignified voice: "brother Chen, be careful, this Liao may not have lied!"

"As far as Zhang knows, the bloody devil who has ravaged the immortal world of liuyunzhou for thousands of years was betrayed by his disciples decades ago. He was raided by more than ten yuan infant monks in the immortal world of liuyunzhou. He has been beaten out of shape and spirit and completely fell!"

"After that war, the blood devil sect, one of the three major sects of the blood devil sect, almost completely destroyed the high-level above the golden elixir period. Most of the hidden strongholds, including the zongmen headquarters, were uprooted. The number of demons directly fell exceeded 3000, which can be described as the biggest victory in eliminating demons in recent thousands of years!"

The words in Zhang Yunpeng's mouth were fast and urgent. He had finished all before the blood Moro spoke.

After saying what he knew, he looked at the blood Moro with a gloomy face and shouted angrily: "the blood evil demon sect can't hide in the fairy world of Liuyun island. Do you want to come to our Far West to stir up the wind and rain in the fairy world? Do you think I am a soft persimmon and can be kneaded by you? "

"Jie, since you know so much about the current situation of the demon sect, do you still ask such stupid words?"

Blood Moro smiled strangely on his face and said with disdain in his tone: "yes, you hillbilly who shut the door in the desert to be the local emperor are soft persimmons. When the demon clan swallows your soft persimmon and recovers its vitality, they will surely return to Liuyun island and let those traitors pay for their betrayal!"