The cynicism on the face of the blood refining demon disappeared.

He stood up slowly, patted his clothes, and focused his attention on the old man in brocade clothes who suddenly appeared not far away.

"Old Weird Jiang."

"It's really you."

The Blood Refining Demon Lord smiled.

"As expected, you are here to help your great-grandson. Why, are you afraid that our Demon Sect will come and destroy your Wei Dynasty?"

"Don't worry, our Demon Sect's style is different now."

"The sect leader told us that if we want to develop, we have to follow the path of the devil. Water can carry a boat and capsize it. Now the mortals under our rule are better than living gods. How refreshing?"

"How about it, think about it?"

The old man looked at this newly-made breakthrough, the unknown Demon Lord of the Wanxiang Senluo Sect, and sneered.

"Do you, Meng Cairan, believe these bullshit claims?"

"Don't believe it."

The blood-refining demon master said casually: "My nine-death blood-refining demon skill doesn't care what route it is, as long as there is fighting and blood-sucking, that's enough!"

Before the last word was spoken, the figure of the Blood Refining Demon Lord had turned into thousands of blood droplets, slamming towards the old man's body like a heavy rain.

The old man raised a loud voice and held out a golden flag, which was as vast as the rising sun. Countless blood drops evaporated and disappeared under the hot golden light, turning into a wisp of dust in the air.

However, most of the blood drops were not afraid of this magical weapon and hit the old man's body.

"The magic power of opening the sky!"

The old man roared angrily, his body expanded rapidly, and the palace beneath him shattered. A huge golden figure that was half the height of a mountain appeared in the Beast King Sect with a majestic aura.

"Meng Qiran, are these heretical practices of yours worthy of competing with my great power of the Wei Dynasty?"

The buzzing sound resounded throughout the entire venue, attracting everyone's attention to the New Year, and even the sound of fighting was a little quieter.

The figures of the Blood Refining Demon Lord gathered in the air again, with a gloomy expression.

"Damn old dog, so damn hard!"

The blood-refining demon master made a move with one hand, and all the monks on the ground who were killed or seriously injured and moaning, regardless of the righteous demon sect, all had traces of blood-evil aura floating out from their wounds, converging on the former.

Thousands of blood threads gather together, which is extremely poignant and beautiful.

A flush flashed across his face, and his bloody eyes struggled wildly, as if he was on the verge of losing control.

The huge golden man transformed by the old man pointed the battle flag in his hand, and the blazing golden light reappeared, hitting the Blood Refining Demon Lord directly, and the latter's figure disappeared in the golden light.

The disciples of the Beast King Sect immediately cheered when they saw this, while the monks of the Demon Sect looked at each other.

Could it be that the Blood Refining Demon Lord is just gone?

Just when everyone was thinking wildly, the voice of the Blood Refining Demon Lord suddenly sounded, like a yellow bell, inviolable.

"The bloody sun swallows the sky!"

In the frightened eyes of everyone, a huge bloody sun appeared in the sky, emitting evil and majestic power, getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned out to be like a curtain, threatening to completely cover the old man.

"Open Heaven Flag Formation!"

The old man surnamed Jiang put his hands together, and hundreds of golden flags appeared, forming a mysterious formation around him, competing with the bloody sun. The vast golden light and the evil blood energy were instantly indistinguishable.

Zhang Wuji had already climbed halfway up the mountain along the cliff. Looking at the earth-shattering battle of gods in the distance, a trace of yearning flashed across his eyes.

Then he came to his senses, climbed up again, and finally saw the corners of several buildings.

The sound of several people talking came from overhead.

"Why don't you ask Patriarch Tianqiu and the Sect Master to come forward?"

"This old demon sect blood refining thief is so arrogant, but our Beast King Sect only invited an outsider to help. It's not appropriate."

"Shhh, don't arbitrarily discuss decisions made by higher-ups."

"We, the beast-controlling lineage, can just keep the sect's treasures safe."

"Alas."

"A sect that is so good must be separated."

"What kind of beast control, what kind of beast body, do you have to make the same sects antagonize and hate each other and fall apart?"

"Do you know, it is said that Patriarch Tianqiu..."

The sound of conversation gradually faded away, accompanied by the lazy roar of the monster beasts. It was obvious that the patrolling Beast King Sect disciples had gone away.

A pair of eyes appeared from the cliff. After careful observation, the person came onto the stage.

Naturally, it’s Zhang Wuji.

He carefully studied the map of the Beast King Sect that Qingfeng gave him and confirmed that this is the cave of the elders of the Beast King Sect. Almost all their family members and descendants live here.

At this time, almost all the elders of the Beast King Sect have gone out to meet the enemy, so the defense here is naturally empty and the risk is low.

However, although Qingfeng's map was sufficient, he was an outsider after all, and the details he obtained were not detailed enough. Zhang Wuji had no idea of ​​whose cave he was in.

Let’s go shopping first.

I saw a magnificent building in the distance that clung to the cliff. The fairy lights on the outside were brightly lit. It was obvious that the owner was of high status.

Zhang Wuji made some plans, then lurked over there.

As a qualified undercover agent, he is naturally very proficient in breath gathering skills, and these Beast King Sect disciples below the Golden Core level cannot detect him at all.

When I got close to this building, I realized that I was a little naive.

There are four big characters written in glittering gold on it.

The sect leader’s cave!

"What kind of character is Jiang Haochu, the leader of the Beast King Sect?"

"Write a plaque for your residence."

Zhang Wuji muttered in his heart.

At this time, footsteps were heard nearby again, Zhang Wuji's expression changed, and he hid behind a thick palace pillar.

"Senior brother, why do we, Sect Master Jiang, want to get a plaque for our cave?"

Then the man whispered: "It's so tacky, just like a mortal emperor."

Zhang Wuji heard clearly.

It seems that he is not the only one who thinks so.

"Shh, keep your voice down, it wasn't the sect master who did it, it was the madam who did it."

"The sect master is busy with the sect's internal affairs and seldom comes home. It's all because of his wife's mischief."

"Brother, what kind of person is your wife?"

"Forget it, don't mention it, just know that she is big."

"The sect master has not been back for many days. The sect master's wife has been guarding the empty room every day, and she doesn't know how lonely she will be."

"I just heard that Madam went up to visit the sect leader and just came back."

"Okay."

The sound of conversation faded away again.

Zhang Wuji confirmed two things. The leader of the Beast King Sect, Jiang Haochu, was not at home at the moment, and his very large wife was at home.

He decided to go in and investigate.

Of course, it's not to see how old the lady is, but just to find some useful information to contribute to the great cause of recovering the Demon Sect.

Make great achievements, be promoted to a high official, and even better be an undercover agent!

Just do it.

Zhang Wuji quietly entered this magnificent sect master's cave.

After half a stick of incense.

This fucking place is like a maze.

Zhang Wuji didn't know how many empty and gorgeous rooms he passed through. He didn't encounter any protective magic circle or magic weapon, nor was there any maid to protect him.

How lonely it must be for the wife of the patriarch to live here.

Zhang Wuji sighed.

At this time, suddenly a faint human voice came from a room not far away.

Zhang Wuji walked in quietly and listened.

A charming woman seemed to be drinking, talking to herself inarticulately, with a hint of anger in her tone.

"...Cruel man, I have liked you for so long!"

"You don't like women!"
Chapter completed!