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"Brother Yan Dao, this business...Jiushan Sect will not do it for the time being."

Zheng Fa rejected Yan Wushuang's evil proposal.

The reason for rejection is quite simple:

The main reason is that Zheng Fa's move is not to produce magic talismans on a large scale, but to kill as many demon disciples as possible.

Of course there will be more blood if you draw blood from the alive ones, but then there will be fewer dead Demon Sect disciples?

It doesn't fit his purpose.

Moreover, there are too many disciples of the Demon Sect, far from the point where artificial breeding is needed...

According to Lin Bufan, the Guangda Zi Zi Demon Sect has a population of hundreds of millions, and among them, if we look at the proportion of cultivators in the Xuanwei Realm, there must be at least several thousand to tens of thousands.

If one takes into account the special bloodline of the Demon Ancestor, the number of people would probably be much higher.

If there are really only two or three big cats and kittens left in the Demon Sect in the future, Zheng Fa will consider establishing a sanctuary for Demon Sect monks...

After all, the market for spiritual talismans is far from unlimited. Even if it only relies on the rewards currently launched, Master Pang is worried about the price of spiritual talismans falling.

The talisman also failed to solve the problem of the talisman paper and the spiritual ink. No matter how much blood the demon sect disciple had, it would be useless.

Hearing Zheng Fa's rejection, Yan Wushuang's face was a little disappointed. He thought for a while and then said: "Sell it cheap."

"..."

This man is really short of money!

"Brother Yan Dao, it really can't be done. If our Jiu Shan Sect had so many more Demon Sect disciples, we wouldn't have to do anything."

Zheng Fa sighed.

Breeding also requires costs.

What's more, this thing is much more hated by the demons than buying blood, so Uncle Pang probably wouldn't even dare to raise it.

Yan Wushuang nodded, as if he understood.

He asked again: "Is the previous reward confirmed to be effective?"

"Of course."

Looking at Yan Wushuang walking away, Zheng Fa turned his head and saw that Lin Bufan's expression was not quite right.

"What's wrong?"

he asked.

"Sir, I brought it to you by myself. I didn't ask for the spirit stone." Lin Bufan suddenly said, "Why don't you let Li Nuo draw more of my blood?"

"..."

No, all of this is required?

…

In the Five Dragons Heavenly Palace, Uncle Pang rarely played games. He didn't show it on his face, but his consciousness kept falling on Zheng Fa's room.

In the past few days, Zheng Fa's spiritual energy has become more and more violent during his practice, and there are signs of a breakthrough.

He couldn't help but be more attentive.

Now that Fangshi has released the reward, there is no doubt that it will really anger the Great Freedom Demon Sect. Zheng Fa's role in it is not a particularly big secret. He is also afraid that someone will plot against Zheng Fa.

In Zheng Fa's room, the spiritual energy rose and fell like a tide, and finally a small whirlpool appeared.

There was a smile on Uncle Pang's face. Zheng Fa had a solid foundation and his breakthrough was fast but steady. Now he was able to advance a few points faster than Master Zhang and his own disciples.

Thinking of this, his consciousness swept away and landed on the other disciples in the Five Dragons Palace.

Several of his disciples happened to be walking near the small hall where Zheng Fa was, and seemed to have seen this breakthrough phenomenon.

One disciple said:

"Junior Brother Zheng has achieved a breakthrough? He should be at the ninth level of Qi training now, right?"

The other disciples nodded slightly when they heard the words, but they didn't say anything, and their faces looked a little gloomy.

Uncle Pang couldn't help but feel relieved. Although his disciples were not as good as Zheng Fa, they still had a sense of shame. With Zheng Fa here, they would probably try their best to practice in the future.

"It's too slow..."

He heard a disciple break the silence.

"?"

Uncle Pang showed doubts on his face. Zheng Fa's speed from the beginning to the ninth level of qi training can be said to be one of the best in the Nine Mountains Sect. If you look at the current advancement speed, he can build the foundation faster than Master Zhang.

My own disciple actually said that Zheng Fa was too slow in his cultivation?

What he didn't expect was that the other disciples also nodded, seeming to feel the same way.

The disciple continued: "Why can't Junior Brother Zheng build a foundation this year, a golden elixir next year, and a Nascent Soul the year after that, and directly take over the position of head?"

"..."

Uncle Pang twitched his lips.

No, why is the protagonist in your dream still someone else’s?

But at this time, he saw several other disciples sighing.

"There is no need for the Yuanying of the next year. After he forms the elixir, he will probably be able to take on the responsibility of being the leader. At that time, the Discipline Academy will be under his control!" A disciple thought for a while and said softly: "At that time, we At least in name you can hang out with Junior Brother Zheng.”

Discipline Academy...

Isn’t the Discipline Academy under my control?

After figuring out what these disciples were looking forward to, Uncle Pang couldn't help but look towards Zheng Fa's small courtyard——

Where is the Nascent Soul of the Great Freedom Demon Sect?

Are you a turtle?

So tolerable!

…

In the thunder pool, most of the disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Cult have not heard about the reward.

Several disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect leaned together and moved forward cautiously in the thunder pool.

"Senior brother, how long do we have to patrol?"

A young disciple asked a middle-aged man on the side.

This middle-aged man seemed to be the leader among these people. He shook his head and said: "Our secret realm has been exposed. The superiors asked us to be careful and don't let anyone sneak in."

"The ones above...the ones above are so powerful, are you still afraid of them?"

"No matter how powerful you are, why haven't you been squatting in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years and not dare to come forward? If the Holy Ancestor does not appear in the world, our Holy Sect can't defeat the Immortal Sect." The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "If it weren't for this thunder pool, I'm afraid the Immortal Sect The door has already been penetrated into the secret realm - maybe there are great monks nearby watching. "

"There is great power...isn't this sending us to death?"

The disciple muttered and seemed extremely dissatisfied.

"Who do we think we are? Those great monks don't even look at us..." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Besides, they don't dare to enter this thunder pond."

"Aren't there still those Immortal Sect disciples here?"

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man laughed dumbly, as if he was laughing at his ignorance.

Seeing his expression, the disciple looked a little unhappy.

But he didn't dare to speak.

Seemingly out of boredom on patrol, the middle-aged man answered his question again: "Do you think the outside is the same as in our secret realm?"

"Outside, there has been peace for thousands of years. Although those disciples of the Immortal Sect are sitting in one realm, they don't want to make progress. Think about it in our secret realm - if there is no fight for a day, who among us will not come out from the pile of dead people?"

"...Senior brother, what are you talking about?" The disciple's eyes lit up.

"Let me tell you, regardless of the difference in cultivation level, these Immortal Sect disciples in the outside world are more precious than the other. How can I be as good at fighting as my Holy Sect disciples!" The middle-aged man said with some pride in his tone: "Now that the secret realm is born, although it is an accident, , but I think it is also an opportunity for us to make great achievements! If we stay in the secret realm, we will let them see the majesty of my holy sect."

"Especially in this thunder pool, those weak Immortal Sect disciples don't say whether they dare to come here or not, but if they are here, if we encounter them, won't they just give us spiritual stones and treasures?"

"The Immortal Sect, oh, how can they understand the hardships we have endured... I heard from the brothers outside that most of the Immortal Sect disciples have weak personalities and are no longer familiar with fighting. They are definitely no match for us... If it weren't for the Holy Spirit, Before our ancestors were born, we would have already taken over the world."

When the other Demon Sect disciples heard this, they also felt that it made sense.

There was a look of expectation on their faces.

"careful!"

A disciple suddenly issued a warning.

The middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding a ray of silver light.

"who!"

Feeling the cold stinging sensation on his earlobes, he couldn't help but yell angrily.

"who!"

Unexpectedly, someone was shouting angrily in the dark.

"Didn't we agree to attack together and share it equally?"

He looked towards where he was speaking, and his eyes fell on him like tigers and wolves.

The silver light flew back to the hand of an old man with a goatee. He smiled shyly and explained in a low voice: "I am a little excited about this spiritual stone... my hands are shaking."

The middle-aged man from the Demon Sect felt like he could understand, but he really didn't understand anything.

Looking again, they were actually surrounded.

Nearly twenty monks of unknown origin surrounded them from all directions.

That look in his eyes made the middle-aged man feel like a tiger or a wolf.

On the side, the disciple who asked the question before said in a trembling tone: "Senior brother... didn't you say that there has been peace outside for a long time? Why do these people look more fierce than us?"

Middle-aged people also feel this way...

"Remember! Don't be in a hurry to take the blood. Someone will be responsible for it, and everyone will share it equally later!" Someone from the group of monks surrounding them shouted.

The next moment, attacks like rain came towards them.

…

This middle-aged man from the Great Freedom Demon Cult was wounded all over his body and fled toward the entrance of the secret realm in embarrassment.

He was a little lucky in his heart. Although there were many outside monks, their cultivation levels were uneven and their fighting experience was somewhat lacking.

It did allow him to save a life from the siege.

There was just one thing he didn't quite understand - these people were not very interested in killing people, but they were very interested in their blood.

There are even people who are specifically collecting the blood shed by their injuries...

While escaping all the way back, he even discovered some unusual signs——

I don’t know when, there were many monks here.

They either work alone or in groups, but their goals are very similar:

He is a disciple of the Great Freedom Demon Cult!

He has seen many brothers killed.

This made him even more frightened.

Just as he was approaching the secret realm, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Huh? Here comes another one?"

A tall figure flew towards him.

What frightened him was that this man was holding a fellow disciple of the Great Freedom Sect in his hand.

The middle-aged man used the Demon Shadow to escape.

Unexpectedly, this person suddenly flashed and turned into thunder, blocking his way and hitting him with a palm.

Thunder flashed in the man's palm and fell on him, making him immediately paralyzed and unable to resist.

The middle-aged man fell limply into the man's hands, and he could still hear the man muttering before he fell unconscious.

"Brother Zheng Dao doesn't want to raise him, so can I raise him?"

"Two should be enough. If you draw blood every other day, you should be able to live for a long time. If you starve to death, we will catch you again."

"Still fresh."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes darkened, and he finally understood why the previous group of monks behaved like that.

He closed his eyes and his lips trembled, wishing he could curse:

Is it so cruel outside?

Who the hell is the demon sect!