The golden-masked man was silent for a long time, and finally sighed desolately, his eyes extremely complicated.

Looking at Feng Yin, his eyes changed with envy, responsibility, admiration, appreciation, fear, and even a hint of murderous intention.

"No? You want to kill me?"

Feng Yin chuckled and raised his head.

"I did have this idea."

The golden-masked man's eyes suddenly became as cruel as a vulture, and he looked deeply at Feng Yin, who looked at him with a faint smile, showing no sign of weakness.

"If time goes back a hundred years, I will definitely kill you."

The golden-faced man said in a deep voice.

"oh?"

"Do you know how old I am when I reach your current state?"

"How big?"

"One thousand seven hundred years old..."

The golden-masked man sighed: "And you are not yet seventy years old, and you are still a boy... I don't admire your rapid progress in practice, nor do I envy your good qualifications. Those are innate conditions, there is no comparison, under the world

There is never a shortage of highly talented people, and there are many who are more talented than you and me. But I admire you, envy you, and even hate you for being able to bear not touching women when you were in your prime."

"That youthful impulse is the hardest thing for a man to control... ugh."

"You are more tolerant than us, and your cultivation is faster than ours, and combined with your innate qualifications...given time, you will definitely be a very powerful enemy, and may even surpass us, and backfire. It is almost foreseeable, why not fight while you can still

Kill them if they go too far, and then quickly eliminate them."

Feng Yin laughed loudly: "Actually, what you mean is that people who are better than us work harder than us. Is that what you mean?"

The golden-masked man did not laugh, but said seriously: "Yes!"

Fengyin laughed, his mood was wild.

The golden-masked man's eyes were solemn and serious, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

After being silent for a long time again, he said: "At my current level, if you practice non-stop for a day, you will need about three hundred top-quality spiritual crystals."

"And you are many levels higher than me, and you spend more than 200 yuan on top-quality things in one day's practice."

"The only explanation is that your meridians and Dantian qualifications and physical endowments are better than mine in every aspect."

"a lot of!"

He emphasized these two words, and then let out a long breath: "Dong Pingchuan, I now know why your Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace values ​​you and keeps your existence secret, and why your name has the word "Ping" in it.

I don’t have any objections. Because you have the potential, you naturally have the qualifications.”

Feng Yin stopped laughing and said seriously: "I also hope I can be worthy of it."

"Tianjianyun Palace is indeed powerful, it is indeed the largest sect in the world!"

The golden-masked man sighed and asked: "Little Palace Master Dong Xiaoyan is the public heir of the Tiangong. I wonder how old she is this year?"

"Smiling face... I'm not even twenty yet."

Feng Yin said lightly.

"Less than twenty years old... He is also at the level of Yun Zuan..."

The golden-masked man was finally shocked: "No wonder she is the heir to Yun Palace. Is this... is this the foundation of the strongest sect in Anping Continent?!"

The golden-masked man was shocked for a reason.

After all, in his opinion, he and others were already considered geniuses among geniuses at that time.

After all, there are very few cultivators in the entire Anping Continent who can cultivate to this level. They are almost at the pinnacle of cultivators.

But when he saw Dong Pingchuan, he still had murderous intentions in his heart.

Because Dong Pingchuan is not yet a hundred years old, he is already in the clouds.

What is this concept?

He had close contact with Dong Pingchuan and knew very well about Dong Pingchuan's physical condition. The cliff was not caused by anything, but the foundation was very deep!

With that kind of physical fitness, even if I told him that Dong Pingchuan was actually only about twenty years old, he wouldn't doubt it!

Facing such an extraordinary genius, no, a monster, of course he would have murderous intentions!

Then he learned that there was another Yun Niang who was less than twenty years old and belonged to the girl's family.

Doesn't this knowledge subvert the three views?

In view of this, he really didn't want to speak for a long time.

After a long time, he said: "Then, in your opinion, how should we deliver the news?"

"I have to first determine who the person you need to treat, what the specific cultivation level is, and what the damage is, before I can pass on the message. I don't know anything. Even if I ask for the elixir, do you dare to use it?

"

"Need to confirm your cultivation level?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

"Then I'll go back and talk." The golden-masked man turned around and walked away, all the way to a large room at the end.

"Boss."

"How to say?"

"Dong Pingchuan promised to help, but...he asked..."

"It doesn't matter. It's a good thing to ask for something. Just agree to it."

"Well, then I'll go get him?"

"good."

After a while, Fengyin was brought to this room.

As far as the eye could see, the most eye-catching sight was a large chair covered with spirit animal skins. Sitting on it, someone covered in a black robe looked at Feng Yin with sharp eyes.

Feng Yin felt an evil energy coming towards his face.

It was an inexplicable ferocity, which made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts. It was probably like the feeling of suddenly encountering a vicious ghost when walking at night.

Fengyin had a new breakthrough, and his inspiration was particularly keen. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up all of a sudden, and he shuddered.

"Mr. Dong...please sit down," the man in black robe said.

There was a sinister meaning in that voice, intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps. He didn't look like a living person, or... he didn't look like someone from the otherworld.

Feng Yin simply sat down calmly and said, "Senior, is he the one who is sick?"

"good."

"May I ask, senior, what's your surname?"

The man in black robe said calmly: "The matter has come to this, and there is no point in hiding it any longer. Since you agreed to cooperate, there is no harm in telling you. I am Lei Tu!"

"Leitu?"

Feng Yin frowned, and then a look of shock appeared on his face: "The number one target of Jun Tianjian in the past 30,000 years? Blood Emperor Lei Tu?"

"That's me."

The man in black robe smiled faintly: "Blood Emperor... this name is very good, I quite like it."

Feng Yin's heart suddenly became heavy.

Blood Emperor Lei Tu is a ruthless character in the legend who is cruel and the devil among demons.

It is said that this man did not eat any cereals, poultry, eggs, meat, or milk throughout his life, and only relied on human blood as food supplement.

But this man was gifted with extraordinary talents and martial arts skills. He was an unparalleled genius and had been invincible in the world ten thousand years ago.

He also recruited and cultivated a group of gang members, known as the "Thirteen Massacres of the Blood Emperor", who dominated the world and were rarely rivaled by anyone.

And its achievements are spread all over the Anping Continent, and even the demon clan will also suffer from its poison.

Blood Emperor Lei Tu is the son of the original Blood Demon Thunder Maniac. In the past, the Blood Demon established a gang and ran rampant in the world for many years, but was later wiped out by various forces and sects.

Lei Tu, who was named Lei Zheng at the time, managed to escape and ascend to heaven. Many years later, he reappeared in the world as Lei Tu, returned to the world, and wreaked revenge.

All the factions that participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Blood Demon were brutally retaliated against.

For some sects, Lei Tu not only slaughtered all the sects, but also killed all nearby villages, towns, and cities.

At the most, he slaughtered three thousand miles crazily and killed seven million innocent people in one battle!

Such bloody killings shocked the entire Anping continent.

This king is rampant in the world, his movements are erratic, his tactics are cruel, and he is moody. No matter whether they are civilians or warriors, no one who appears in his sight will survive.

Finally, more than 10,000 years ago, Grand Master Qing Ming teamed up with many powerful people from Rainbow and the elite masters from the Cloud Palace and Demon Palace to join forces to encircle and suppress them.
To be continued...