In the Demon Suppression Division, the Iron-Cutting Sword Technique is perfected

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Chongshan County, the outskirts of a secret stronghold of the Rebirth Sect.

In the dense woods, an ancient stone pavilion stood quietly.

The night wind blew, and the shadows of the trees danced like ghosts, adding a bit of gloom to the quiet night.

In the pavilion, a young man in a gray robe stood by the railing, holding a white jade wine glass in his hand. The red blood was shaking gently in the glass, emitting a strange light.

He took a sip, and the fishy and sweet taste spread in his mouth. A pair of dim eyes looked at the waning moon in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Behind the boy, a man in black with an equally pale face was kneeling on one knee, reporting the recent situation of the Rebirth Sect in a low voice...

"What did you say? Xue Dingshan is dead?"

The gray-robed saint suddenly paused in shaking the wine glass, and the scarlet liquid swayed slightly, reflecting his slightly surprised expression.

"That's a pity. I quite like his spider demon servant... Who killed him?"

"Reporting to the Holy Envoy, I don't know."

The man in black bowed his head and answered with a respectful and cold tone:

"I only heard that it was a black-clothed young man with unfathomable strength. I'm afraid he has reached the peak of the Xiantian realm."

"This person stayed in Tieyun City for three days and then left. His whereabouts are still unknown.

We originally wanted to send someone to follow him, but his divine sense was too sharp. We were afraid of alerting the enemy, so we gave up."

"Well, it's good to be cautious. Don't easily provoke such a powerful person with unknown origin."

The gray-clothed Holy Envoy nodded approvingly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a powerful person with unknown origin is the most difficult to control and the most likely to become a variable.

Fortunately, the other party has left, otherwise he really has to ask the Ninth Destiny to take action to eliminate this unstable factor.

"Is there any movement from the Demon Suppression Division?"

The gray-robed Saint asked casually after taking a sip of blood wine.

"Reporting to the Saint, they are still fooled by the false news we released."

The black-robed man raised a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

"Please rest assured, Saint, the Demon Suppression Division in Chongshan County is just a bunch of good-for-nothings!

With the secret agents we have planted there, there will never be any trouble, let alone hinder the great plan of our Holy Church!"

"Very good!"

The gray-robed Saint nodded with satisfaction, then frowned slightly, as if he remembered something, and turned to look at the other party:

"In Tianshui County, What's going on? Is there any news about the [Blood Qilin]? "

"This..."

The man in black was silent for a moment, and then he answered in a low voice:

"Reporting to the Holy Envoy, [Blood Qilin] seems to have evaporated from the face of the earth, and there is no news so far..."

"Waste!"

The gray-clothed Holy Envoy's face sank, and his tone was cold:

"Keep checking for me! Report to me immediately if there is any news about [Blood Qilin]!"

"I obey your command!"

The man in black bowed his head and accepted the order, and his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the night.

The gray-clothed Holy Envoy was the only one left in the empty pavilion, drinking by himself under the moonlight, with a chilling cold light flashing in his sinister eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

At this time, a cold night wind blew by.

In the shadow of the pavilion, a ghostly figure appeared silently.

The man was wearing a black cloak and a hood covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold black eyes, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

It was the Ninth Destiny of the Evil King Pavilion!

"Ninth Miss, you are here?"

The Gray-robed Saint Envoy had long been accustomed to the other party's elusiveness. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he raised his wine glass to signal:

"Would you like to have a drink with me?"

The Ninth Destiny ignored his invitation, and a cold voice came from under the mask:

"I heard that in Tieyun City, your Rebirth Sect's hidden man was killed?"

"Well, just an insignificant little character, dead or dead."

The Gray-robed Saint Envoy took a sip of blood wine, and said indifferently:

"He was just a chess piece I casually placed before. The focus of this plan is not on him."

"Oh?"

The Ninth Destiny His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a subtle question in his tone:

"There are so many masters in Tieyun City, and there are also many innate masters. Why did you, the Wangsheng Sect, choose this place as your target?

With the army of zombies summoned by your blood sacrifice ritual, it is probably difficult to stir up any waves there, right?"

The gray-clothed saint heard this and raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, explaining:

"Miss Nine doesn't know that the more blood and resentment the sacrifice has, the more powerful the blood sacrifice ritual of our saint sect will be.

There are many warriors in Tieyun City, just like a refined furnace. Once it explodes, its power is far beyond your imagination!"

"Even if it is just a blood sacrifice of thatIf half of the people in Tieyun City are killed, my Holy Church will directly give birth to a corpse king of the Spiritual Sea Realm! What's more..."

The Gray-robed Saint Envoy paused, with a hint of mystery in his tone:

"In order to ensure that the plan is foolproof, I also invited other "helpers."

"Helpers?" A hint of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Destiny.

In addition to the Evil King Pavilion, which is also indifferent, what other forces will help the Rebirth Church?

As if seeing through her thoughts, the Gray-robed Saint Envoy smiled meaningfully:

"Ninth Miss, don't forget that the most powerful forces in Chongshan County are the demons hidden in the deep mountains and old forests..."

"As early as hundreds of years ago, my Holy Church made friends with the major demon tribes, and now we have been in contact. As long as we promise them huge benefits, we will definitely get their help! "

The gray-robed Saint Envoy was confident and smiled like an old general on the stage:

"I have asked Wei Qianxun to notify that on the day the plan is implemented, at least twenty innate monsters will gather in Tieyun City to ensure that the plan is foolproof!"

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Heavenly Fate looked deeply at the gray-robed youth and was a little surprised at the background and connections of the Rebirth Religion.

She pondered for a moment and continued to ask:

"In that case, how should the City Lord Shen of Tieyun City deal with it?"

The tone of the Ninth Heavenly Fate was solemn:

"This person's strength is unfathomable. He is only one step away from the Spiritual Sea Realm, and even I can hardly match him.

If we can't get past him, this blood sacrifice ceremony in Tieyun City may be difficult to succeed..."

"City Lord Shen? Hahahaha..."

The gray-robed Saint Envoy's unbridled laughter echoed in the dark night, and his tone was full of disdain and ridicule:

"Don't worry, that old thing has no chance to stop us. "

He didn't explain too much, just smiled meaningfully, then looked at the man in black beside him, and his tone became gentle:

"Speaking of which... Miss Nine, do you really not consider my previous proposal?"

"Joining the Holy Church, abandoning this body destined to decay, giving up useless desires, in exchange for nearly infinite life, isn't this the gift that countless people dream of?"

The gray-robed Holy Envoy took two steps forward, his tone like the whisper of a devil, full of temptation:

"What's more, after this incident, the [General] of Yunzhou will definitely turn his attention to this place. If you want to hold a ceremony and advance to the Spiritual Sea again, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven! "

"Hmph..."

The Ninth Destiny turned a deaf ear to the boy's bewitching words, and with a cold snort, his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the thick night.

A noisy night wind whistled past, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

"Tsk tsk, this little girl, is she shy?"

The gray-robed Saint Envoy still stood in the pavilion, looking at the direction where the Ninth Destiny disappeared, with a strange smile on his lips.

He drank the scarlet liquid in the cup, his eyes full of amusement:

"It's a pity that you are too deeply bound to the [Impermanence Ghost Lock]. When the time comes, whether you are a human or a ghost, dead or alive, it will not be up to you..."