The withered head flew backward like a meteor, and the old man Tianhui's eyes were so angry that he burst out with an evil light. He was extremely angry. This was his highest-level clone. If he had the military disconnection like this, his physical strength would have dropped significantly. How could he not be angry?

The old man's head and lips squirmed slowly, and he said a fierce sentence.

"You will be locked in the Demon-Suppressing Tower of the Lord of Sengluo Sword. When you unify the Southern Region, you will be destroyed!"

The old man Tianhui's head let out a shrill smile, and then he hit the stone wall of the hall, turning into a pool of flesh and blood, but there was no trace of blood, because this was a zombie.

"Demon-suppressing Tower..."

Li Bumian said it secretly in his heart. The leader of Yinfeng Sect once said this, and this Demon-Suppressing Tower sounds like a very big shot.

The headless corpse twitched a few times, and then countless centipedes surged from the broken mouth on the neck, and it was so dark that it was full of darkness. This was an extremely cruel witch technique that the old man Tianhui practiced, which could turn his body into thousands of witch insects.

Some of the timid female cultivators present suddenly felt trembling. Women were born with disgust and disgust with some strange insects.

Squeak squeak...

Tens of thousands of beetles made rustling sounds, and they all rushed towards Li Bumian like crazy.

"insect……"

Li Bumian snorted coldly, and a suction burst out from his palm, gathering into a circle of rippling invisible vortexes. All centipedes and reptiles were instantly swept up by this unparalleled gravity and gathered into a disgusting ball of insects, making a harsh sound.

Kakka...

Li Bumian pinched it hard, making a crackling sound like fried beans. All the countless centipede beetles were crushed and slurried, and squeezed into mud with carapaces.

Li Bumian loosened his hands, and a collection of filthy objects that looked unbearable fell to the ground with a slap, emitting a foul stench.

Everyone present held their breath. The stench was transformed by the filth of miasma, and it was useless to absorb it into the body. An old woman from the Fenri Sect could not bear the smell. She made a gesture with one hand and waved a golden flame, shining with a hot breath, burning on the filth.

Titicaca...

The insect corpse ball made bursts under the high temperature, and then it was burned to ashes by the golden flame, and a few wisps of blue smoke floated.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, they didn't expect that the old man Tianhui had a backup plan. The blue smoke lingered in the air and gradually turned into the old man Tianhui's head, and was smiling strangely.

“wryyyyyyy…”

The smoke head was about to penetrate into Li Bumian's sea of ​​consciousness, but was shocked by a gaze under the mask of Li Bumian's evil ghost.

"Killing intentions gather, kill!"

Li Bumian's spiritual thought moved, and as he spoke the word "kill", a spiritual attack turned into lightning arrows and stabbed into the smoke's head.

"It is one of the four great magical techniques in Senluo Sword!"

The leader of the Huangquan Sect said in surprise, and everyone present was stunned. The killing technique has been lost for thousands of years, and now it has been revealed!

Song Shiyun's pretty face changed drastically. This was just a condensation of the murderous intent of the character "Killing". She had used Li Bumian once, but she didn't know how Li Bumian learned it. Song Shiyun suddenly thought that Li Bumian had mastered the Piaomian Sword Technique to perfection. How strong is Li Bumian's learning ability, or imitation ability, was!?

The smoke and head of the old man Tianhui was immediately dragged into the murderous illusion. Li Bumian's murderous thought turned into a mental attack, torturing his consciousness frantically.

In the illusion, this is a scarlet sea of ​​flesh and blood. The eyes are all red, and the magnificent smell of blood is disgusting. Countless concrete and terrifying floating corpses rolling in the sea. Their facial features are blurred and flesh, covered with sticky blood. The red faces are twisted and sick, and they make hoarse and shrill wails. The millions of bloody people stretch out their hands and dig into the sky, as if they want to hold something, with a torn hatred in their eyes.

The old man Tianhui was also one of the countless blood people at this time. He was a little shocked and his expression returned to calm. He looked at the sky with the eyes of countless blood corpses and found that there was a green-faced and fanged face above the unreachable sky, covering the sky and the sun, and it was extremely huge. The evil ghost mask that blood abused the Pavilion Master was here, looking down at everything in the sea of ​​blood.

The old man's eyes flashed a little. His face was terrifyingly big, and it was so dark that it was so dark that it was reminiscent of the abyss.

"Killing intentions gather, kill!"

The lips of the green-faced and fanged mask were squirming, as if countless earthworms were rolling in digging the soil, making people feel the most primitive palpitations and panic.

At this time, all the bloody people in the sea of ​​blood were staring at the old man crying, with joy in his eyes.

The old man Tianhui was shocked and wanted to struggle and escape from the sea of ​​blood. Unfortunately, this was just an illusion. The old man Tianhui's mind had already shaken, but instead he fell deeper and deeper in the illusion.

Countless twisted and ugly blood corpses rushed towards the sky, tearing him up, kissing him, dragging him into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and pressing him into the bottom of the sea of ​​blood.

The old man Tianhui was suffocated in pain and was dragged deeper and deeper by countless blood people. In the bottom of the abyss of the sea of ​​blood, the old man Tianhui's inner demon lived. Zhuge Ran stretched out his beast-like scarlet tongue and was licking the lips of his dead wife.

"No!"

The old man cried and screamed shrillly, and his mind was damaged. He was torn off by countless blood corpses and turned into debris.

The head formed by the smoke instantly distorted, the face twisted into twists and turns, and then exploded and scattered into wisps of black residue, drifting around the hall.

The heads of many forces swallowed their throats with difficulty. The old man Tianchui was defeated like this?

When Mei and Zhu saw their master defeat, they knelt down dejectedly on the ground with a pounce. Although this was just a clone of the old man Tianhui, their strength was no longer weak. They had the cultivation level of the early stage of Void Refining, and could summon the Dharma image. Their supernatural powers were also qualitatively flying over the god-transforming cultivator. Unexpectedly, they were defeated by the blood-torn Pavilion Master, but they were so simple.

On the other hand, the blood abused the Pavilion Master, the silver-clothed and snow-haired hair gently brushed the sleeves, and the white clothes were not stained with dirt, and it was still a spotless banished immortal. This battle was extremely relaxing for him, as if he was not fighting against the old man Tianhui, but rather a ants were killed.

"Song Shiyun."

Li Bumian was about to call out these three words, but found something wrong. If it was called Song Shiyun's full name, wouldn't the leaders of the following evil forces know that she was from Lingyun Sect?

Li Bumian imitated Xue Ruyue and called Yun'er. Song Shiyun's scalp was numb. Li Bumian's voice was like the death-induced curse of the King of Hell. If it was not good, it would be necessary to kill someone.

Song Shiyun was frightened and did not dare to worry about Li Bumian's title, and replied: "What's the matter with the Pavilion Master?"

Li Bumian pointed to Lan Mei and Lan Zhu and said calmly: "Take these two people down and take good care of them, so you can't make any mistakes."

Mei Zhu and his two faces were ashamed, and they were angry but couldn't get angry, so they had to follow Song Shiyun honestly.

Li Bumian waved his white sleeves, and the square source barrier outside the hall was instantly removed, but the heads of the forces who wanted to escape here just now did not move another step, and their feet seemed to have taken root and had no courage to walk out of here.

"Are you willing to join the Bloody Palace?"
Chapter completed!