I’m Pretending To Be The Xiandaomen Sect Head Teacher

Ghost King Zong.

In the land of the back mountain, countless souls were sent into it.

The faces of these resentful souls are full of panic, anger, and helplessness. They are all ordinary people, and they know that even if they are ghosts, they have no ability to resist.

He also said that being a ghost will not be let go, and in the end, being a ghost will not be let go.

"Not enough, not enough!" A cold voice came from the depths of the back mountain.

"Catch, catch me ghosts! Ordinary people can't satisfy me, catch me Hun and Po of the cultivator!"

It is not someone else who speaks, but Old Ghost Nie, the Sect Leader of the breakthrough ghost king.

The sound came from the back mountain, making all the Ghost King Zong panic.

An old man with a bloated figure and half a hundred hair stood in mid-air and ordered the disciples below.

"The Sect Leader has an order and needs Hun and Po of the cultivator, ordering the five families of Wang, Li, He, Nie, and Zhu to pay tribute to Hun and Po of a hundred cultivators!" Second Elder said.

He is the second Elder of the Ghost King Sect. After the death of Elder in Sect Leader Closed Door Training, the Ghost King Sect basically has the final say.

"Yes!" All the disciples answered one after another.

...

Above the spirit boat, Jiang Beichen stood with his hands in his hands, standing on the deck, overlooking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, dreaming endlessly in his heart, and a poem he had learned before emerged in his heart.

"It will be the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains and small mountains."

Jiang Beichen sent a message, but can't remember the full text, only this sentence.

"Master is not only the Cultivation Base, but also the literary talent!" Zhao Hong stood on the side of the deck, learning that Jiang Beichen stood with his hands holding hands, and exclaimed.

Jiang Beichen originally wanted to say a few more words, but he couldn't remember it anymore. He only remembered some compelling words and verses, and completely forgot the others.

"Luo Li, how far is it?" Jiang Beichen asked.

Standing on the deck, Wang Luoli looked down, and saw that the black air was rising to the sky not far away, and the grievances persisted, so she pointed to the front and said, "Master, right ahead!"

"Where is the Sect of the Ghost King Sect, it is always dark, and the resentment is still there."

Jiang Beichen took a look at it, and it was indeed dark in the distance, and it was a place of great evil at first sight!

It takes another quarter of an hour to reach the front.

"When dealing with the Ghost King Sect, don't be careless. The Ghost King Sect can become the Ninth-Rank Sect, so it is naturally powerful." Jiang Beichen exhorted.

"Disciples understand!" everyone cupped hands said.

Jiang Beichen nodded his head, suddenly remembered an important thing, and quickly said: "Remember, you have to make up the knife!"

"Mending the knife?" The disciples were puzzled.

"Yes, it's making up the knife. After killing, whether you die or not, chop off your head first." Jiang Beichen said.

As a traverser, he knows the importance of making up a knife.

Especially in this world of cultivating immortals, if one is missed, there will be revenge in the follow-up. After killing one, there will be another. It's not cool to think about it.

"Master, it's not enough." Zhao Hong is weak.

Born in the royal family since he was a child, he is like a flower in a greenhouse. He has basically never seen a massacre.

Otherwise, he wouldn't face his father and wouldn't let go.

"It has to be like this!" Jiang Beichen gave a death order.

"Master, there is a small village below, and Blood Qi is up to the sky." Standing on the deck, Chen Heitan pointed to the bottom and said.

Blood Qi soaring?

Jiang Beichen walked over and took a look. There was indeed blood below, and the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

"Go down and take a look." Jiang Beichen waved.

Wu Xuanyue controlled the spirit boat to slowly land.

As soon as they arrived at a low altitude, everyone saw the village, there were corpses everywhere, and the ground was full of blood, and they smelled a strong smell of blood when they were standing a long way away.

At this scene, everyone watching was shocked.

The entire village was slaughtered, and there was no one to live, and the creek in the village was also stained red with blood.

When the spirit boat fell to the ground, everyone saw these villagers, most of them died of panic, and there were women holding young children.

As an angry young man, Chen Heitan clenched his fists, a little angry.

"Master, the Hun and Po of these people have been detained. It should be the ghost king Zong who did it!" Wang Luoli glanced around and reported.

There were corpses all over the floor, but there was no grievance.

"Ghost King Zong, you are dead!" Chen Heitan said angrily.

Jiang Beichen couldn't bear to watch it, it was too cruel!

I really can't stand it!

He felt psychologically overshadowed, and he couldn't eat meat for at least three days.

Just as he was going back to the cabin to ease his mood, the sound of the system rang in his ears.

"Ding, son of luck is detected, start the apprenticeship mission!"

"Completion reward: One-hit kill experience card, the object of Foundation Building-Black Dragon Horn. Failure penalty: Dance with the corpse!"

Listening to the system's failure punishment, Jiang Beichen almost didn't vomit.

This system, the punishment is changed!

But son of luck was detected here, which proves that there should still be alive here.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Beichen pinched his nose and walked out, for the sake of his apprentice, endure it.

"There is still a living here, you look around for it." Jiang Beichen ordered.

The disciples looked around. There were corpses everywhere, how could there be living people.

But Master has spoken, so let's look for it.

The disciples looked around one after another, looking for living people.

Jiang Beichen looked around, and it didn't seem like a place where people could live.

"Forget it, let the disciples look for it." Jiang Beichen thought, looked around, saw a dry well under the big tree, and walked over to sit on the dry well.

Not long after sitting down, Jiang Beichen felt something under his ass grabbing himself, and he couldn't help trembling all over.

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