"That's not necessarily true. They should have been killed."

The leader of the sect is tall and burly, his eyes full of vigilance: "Everyone should remember the batch of mummies that were found in the snow before. If I am right, there should be other sects of ours who are also fighting with us.

I had the same idea...I couldn't find anyone to kill, so I came to kill the monster."

"The leader is right, it should be like this."

The leader said calmly: "Although our Tianren Sect is a new one, other sects are also new, and our power is already considered strong. It's just that we don't want to have a big conflict with the defenders, so we turned around and entered the Ten Thousand Thousand Thousand Sects.

The Forest of Spirits only kills monsters."

"After all, we will have to lurk for a long time in the future. The current situation is... we only need to establish a sect, preferably with the name Tianren Sect, and do not type it out. It is the safest."

"As long as the sect is successfully established and reports to Young Master Feng Yun at the Southeast Headquarters, it can then hide and develop slowly... Don't be in a hurry for success. A century-old foundation will not be built overnight."

"The leader is right."

"But have you noticed the group of monsters who are killing monsters in front of us? They even kill ordinary wolves and don't spare small animals. What does this mean?"

"This shows that the strength is average."

"Yes."

The leader's eyes revealed ferocity: "Our sect has not yet taken shape anyway, so what if we kill them now? It will just add some high-level blood to our teaching base."

"That's what the leader said. Let's do it!"

"Search carefully. According to the mummies, they shouldn't be very far away from us. Be careful to stay hidden."

The leader took a deep breath, with a cruel expression on his face: "Let's see who is so unlucky to hit our knife edge this time."

The men around him all nodded with ferocious smiles.

The wind and snow are like darkness.

Twenty-five people from the Tianren Sect loomed in the snowstorm, trying their best to cover their tracks and search forward.

But Mo Wang was always lying on his stomach in the heavy snow, with his eyes closed, but his consciousness was firmly locked on them.

Just watch these people whizzing by.

Don't rush to send messages quickly.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Sheep Jiucheng let out a long, weird laugh, just like a thunderstorm in the midst of heavy snowfall.

Snowflakes shatter.

"Canglanglang..."

More than 20 people were startled at the same time. Their swords were unsheathed and they looked around on guard. The sound was so weird, as if they heard the bleating of a sheep. It was really weird.

"Who!?" The leader of Tianren frowned and his eyes were gloomy: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? Come out!"

"I opened this mountain and planted this tree!"

The sheep Jiucheng appeared with swaying arms, a mustache, and round eyes, as if a goat suddenly appeared in the wind and snow: "If you want to live forever, leave money to buy it!"
Chapter completed!