Forced by the white air, the savage not only knelt down, but the skin all over his body felt like it was being melted and burned, and he wailed in pain.
But as he howled, the blood around him became more intense, and the two-horned shadow that appeared on his head became more solid.
"Blood, give me blood, give me."
Bang!!
One foot penetrated directly through his head and kicked him away with a huge force.
"Huh? No."
Zhang Feixuan, who was at the door, did not react in time and was hit by the body and flew away. The headless body even hit the towering half-length headless statue in the main hall, causing a large dent.
Song Yin strode out of the alchemy room, stared at the body in the hollow of the statue with a solemn expression, and snorted disdainfully: "Humph, evil heretics, it is not a pity to die! There are indeed many evil heretics here, and how long ago, another evil heretic broke in
Come."
Just as Song Yin finished speaking, another sound came from the headless body, and the headless body flew out of the depression automatically, as if it was being held up by some strange force, and a huge amount of blood flowed out of the body.
The severed part of the head gradually formed a ferocious head with red double horns.
"I don't dare to take it. Although I am a disciple of my master, I am just a newbie. I still want to discuss cultivation with all the brothers, but I really don't dare to take it."
"What do you think my master is doing?" Song Yin frowned and said, "Who are you? Tell me quickly. You appeared together with this evil way. Could it be that you are also an evil way?"
"snort!"
It’s over!
He Song Yin has never been a humble person. When encountering trouble, he naturally has the courage to stand up and take action!
"Ah, yes, yes!" Jin Guang nodded unconsciously.
Where did the murderer come from!
When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yin cupping his fists and cupping his hands, with a serious look on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yin's big hand came closer, and Zhang Feixuan was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
Seeing the white energy emerging from Song Yin's palm, Zhang Fei Xuan was so blessed that he immediately shouted: "I am the second disciple of the Jinxian Sect, Zhang Feixuan! He is practicing the "Golden Immortal Great Pill Art". I have nothing to do with that armored disciple. He
Just came with me!"
"Huh?" Song Yin's face collapsed, "Senior brother, do you look down on me?"
Song Yin waved his hem, then looked at the person who was knocked away, and frowned: "Who are you?"
He took two steps forward, stood in front of the statue, and shouted: "Since you have recommended me, I will not refuse. There are indeed many things I want to change. Since the previous senior brother is no longer here, then I will accept this."
With the name of Senior Brother, we can carry forward the righteous path of our Golden Immortal Sect!"
"Blood!"
As he spoke, he turned around and faced the disciples outside the hall with a fierce expression.
The master was stunned!
Zhang Fei
I talk about Tao and Tao!"
The sound of laughter seemed to be telling Song Yin to kill him and get more blood.
As long as you kill him and get more blood, you can get more power.
Become an immortal!
Song Yin closed his eyes, then opened them again, revealing a flash of white light.
Zhang Feixuan was still lying there after being knocked away. The violent blow only made his internal organs hurt. But before he even had time to explore, he felt a stinging pain all over his body. He could only see the divine light hidden in this fierce man's eyes.
It made his whole body tingle, and the magic power around him seemed to be extinguishing.
"Yes, yes, let's make the Golden Immortal Sect right."
Zhang Fei
Song Yin's eyes opened, and the white air almost reached the sky, and he suppressed the laughter.
But those disciples bowed their heads and raised their hands, not daring to speak.
The white air did not press on his head, but Zhang Feixuan felt his body lighten, and an irresistible force pulled him to stand up. Then Song Yin's voice rang out: "It turns out to be the second senior brother.
I'm Song Yin, I'm the master's direct disciple, I'm here to greet you!"
"No, no, I mean"
With the title of senior brother, he is good at doing things.
"master?"
Huh? Master?
"Immeasurable blessing?!"
The influx of white energy suppressed the dense and scattered blood, and the headless body quickly disintegrated in the white energy, turning directly into a puddle of flesh and mud, just drooping on the ground.
"Brother, you are so humble!"
He shouted loudly: "It is indeed an evil spirit, and it will tempt people all the time, but I, Song Yin, am a well-known and righteous person. How can I be tempted by a mere evil spirit and sound in my sea of consciousness? Get out of here!"
Although this Golden Immortal Sect is good, the disciples have no energy and the building is still dilapidated. It needs someone who is willing to change to help.
"Evil!"
"Ah who? Me?"
"Eldest brother!" Zhang Feixuan knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists with both hands: "You should accept this position as senior brother, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating!"
Seeing this murderous man slowly walking towards him, his fingers spread out along the way, Zhang Feixuan swallowed his saliva hard and glanced at the puddle of flesh from the corner of his eyes. He felt his scalp numb and his buttocks trembling.
Song Yin frowned and looked at the golden light over there.
With such a vicious person here, how could he dare to compete for the position of senior brother? It would be better to let him go as soon as possible, lest this vicious person come back and think of him.
Zhang Feixuan's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of the inhuman Zhao Yuanhua in the square, and said anxiously: "There is no order of precedence, the master is the brother. If you say he is your master's disciple, then it is your turn."
Come and be the senior brother!"
Zhang Feixuan wiped the sweat from his face and forced a smile: "No, it's okay not to call me senior brother."
The sound came from the body, but in the middle of it, there was another, louder voice that sounded in Song Yin's head, which seemed to be accompanied by excited and joyful laughter.
A golden exclamation sounded from behind.
"good!"
With the sound of shouting, the passionate laughter disappeared. Song Yin took three steps and two steps at a time, spreading his fingers and pressing on the broken neck that was filled with blood.
Song Yin waved his hands repeatedly with a humble look on his face: "I am the latest to get started, and I am just a junior fellow student."
Zhang Feixuan shouted after him, but halfway through the shouting, his face suddenly froze, "The right way?!"
What is the right path?
Where does the right path come from?
He looked around and found nothing right.
But when he looked at Song Yin's solemn face, and then at the master's completely bewildered figure, he took a deep breath.
He knows that Jin Guang is good at deception and deception, and he likes to use any righteous sect to deceive mortals. So this guy is the person who killed Zhao Yuanhua as those people just said?
And this Rendan. He didn’t even say that he was successful in cultivation, but he still made the master afraid to speak?
Zhang Feixuan looked at Song Yin's expression of wanting to do something, and his hands and feet suddenly felt cold.
Could it be that this vicious person really thinks that their Golden Immortal Sect is the right path?
What kind of thing did this old man introduce into the sect?