The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

If the conference hall suddenly became quiet.

The fat boss, Luo Sanlu, stood outside the cage, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, very proud.

His hands dripped with blood.

The strong smell of blood spread unknowingly throughout the entire venue, permeating every air and getting into everyone's noses.

Even though the fresh air air conditioner on the ceiling has been sucking and exchanging air, it can't take away the blood!

…

Next to the cage, the two immortal arts committee members responsible for the escort were sweating profusely and fell to the ground, at a loss.

…

Reporters and photographers were stunned.

Why did the prisoner escape from the iron cage?

But this is the Immortal Arts Committee. Chairman Chen Shu, Wu Qingyun, a lot of Immortal Arts Committee members, and a lot of consultants and experts are all here. Should everything be fine?

Click!

The reporter near the door even took a photo of the fat boss Luo Sanlu.

…

The experts and committee members in the audience all had frozen expressions.

This is...sequence eight?

They looked at the fat boss Luo Sanlu, Chairman Chen Shu, and Wu Qingyun. The two Sequence Eight members of the committee are here, should they be able to subdue this gangster?

…

what happened?

On the rostrum, beads of sweat dripped down from Chairman Chen Shu's forehead, staining the makeup on his face.

Isn't this Luo Sanlu the owner of the meat stall in the vegetable market? How come the underling of the Dark Association, the clown who throws corpses into the trash can, suddenly becomes a Sequence Eight?

All participants in this press conference have undergone the strictest scrutiny. Only Luo Sanlu was arrested early in the morning, and the review was not so strict. So, the committee was fooled? Luring the wolf into the house?

Ignoring his makeup, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and went to his pocket to find his eight soul talismans. But only two were found. His consciousness was exhausted and he could no longer control eight of them. Even if he had two, he could only barely control them!

Facing the bloody men of sequence eight, the only option now is to fight to the death!

…

what happened?

In the audience, beads of sweat dripped down Wu Qingyun's forehead, staining the makeup on her face.

A small offline member of the Dark Association suddenly transformed into a Sequence Eight?

She suddenly remembered that as of now, the committee does not have the means to check other people's sequences...

Her hands trembled slightly as she held the alloy sword next to her.

Even though there was still the broken sword left in the scabbard that night, she had to take action!

She is a blood sword of sequence eight, and her abilities are very similar to those of a blood man of sequence eight. She knows how terrifying a blood man in perfect condition can be. The only solution now is to fight for life and death!

…

Next to Wu Qingyun.

Bai Mo frowned, feeling very depressed.

As expected, what you are afraid of will come to you. If this bitch makes a fuss, can the meeting continue?

What to do with roadside flowers?

His consciousness went to Fox Mountain and told the apprentices that work was coming...

Glancing at his phone, he saw in the live broadcast that it was the fat boss with blood dripping from his hands, looking down like a hawk.

The barrages passed by quickly.

[What the hell is going on? 】

[Why did that clown escape?]

[Looks like he’s very powerful. Look at him crushing the iron cage to pieces]

[His hands are completely red, bloody hands]

[Is this really something we can see? 】

[Look at his hands dripping with blood...]

…

Snap...

Luo Sanlu had a pair of bloody hands, with blood dripping from time to time and falling on the thick and soft carpet of the venue.

Hiss...

The carpet was corroded, smoking, bubbling, turning into pus, and turning into holes.

Luo Sanlu squinted his eyes, looked back at the rostrum, and saw President Chen Shu.

He looked at the auditorium again and saw Wu Qingyun.

He knows Wu Qingyun...Wu Jianxian's granddaughter, sequence eight, blood sword!

He smiled.

“So many cameras are filming me.

"Is it a live broadcast?

“Are there many people watching?

"Can our dark world show its face?

"Which one should I kill first?

"Still together?"

…

It was night in Fox Mountain.

In the main hall of the dormitory, more than a dozen foxes rushed out quickly and rushed towards the warehouse with a "swiss swish"!

The leader, Quanquan Hu, rushed straight into the innermost part of the warehouse, passing by the containers, and with a pair of reddish-brown eyes, he found the Wrong Sword among the debris.

He rushed to join Bai Lianyaner and Bai Tail Tip, but saw that these two guys had already found more than a dozen bottles of potion, dipped branches in them, and quickly applied them to the body of the Sword of Injustice. Not long after, the wronged sword was soaked layer by layer.

Huanquan Hu held the coated sword of injustice and jumped on the shoulder of the black-faced man next to him. The two foxes were stacked on top of each other like a stack of Arhats.

The white-faced boy grabbed the resentful ghost robe and put it on the two folded foxes.

Suddenly, red smoke billowed, covering the ringed beard and dark cheeks, and covering the injustice sword. You can only vaguely see a figure over one meter tall in the billowing red smoke.

A dozen foxes squinted their eyes and roared angrily.

"Ouch!"

“Ouch!

"Ouch!"

Roadside flowers are a top priority in Fox Mountain and are not allowed to be destroyed.

Whoever causes destruction is the enemy of Fox Mountain!

The blurry dream and the white mist of the real world appeared, and it was Master who took them.

With black ears and ringed beards, two foxes, holding long swords and wearing robes, rushed into the white mist!

brush!

Breaking out of the white mist, the light suddenly brightened, and in front of me was a fat black man with blood dripping from his hands and piercing eyes.

With black ears and a circle beard, he heard the voice transmitted by his master's spiritual consciousness and confirmed that the enemy was this fat man!

Black Ear's enhanced footwork suddenly broke out, and he rushed forward with a "whoosh" carrying the circle of beard!

Huanquan Hu held the long injustice sword and used the strengthened sword move to thrust out with a "swish" sound, thrust out from the red smoke of the resentful ghost's robe!

That fat black man actually reached out to grab the wronged sword?

But he saw that the blood covering his hand was instantly dyed black by the liquid medicine applied to the sword body and evaporated. His palms and fingers tightly clenched the edge of the Sword of Injustice. "Pfft", the blood flew out, and the severed hand, Broken fingers spilled downward.

puff!

Amidst the sound of flesh entering, the castration force of the wronged sword continued unabated. One sword pierced the skin and flesh of the fat boss, broke his ribs, and pierced his heart.

puff!

The fat boss tilted his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He refused to rest in silence.

…

The venue was still so quiet.

Everyone saw a figure with billowing red smoke rushing out of the white mist. With a sword, the prisoner was impaled to death?

On the rostrum, President Chen Shu swallowed hard and wanted to put the two soul talismans back into his pocket, but he suddenly realized that this figure with billowing red smoke was an enemy or a friend?

In the audience, the committee members and expert consultants also widened their eyes. Is this a back-up move by the committee...is it?

Wu Qingyun's eyes were instantly attracted by the Resentful Ghost Robe and the Wrongful Sword. She realized something was wrong and clenched the hilt of the sword again!

After being horrified, every reporter and photographer smiled.

"The gangster was punished on the spot by the committee after he succeeded in his brutal act?"

"Here comes the big news."

"I wonder if the editor-in-chief will allow it to be broadcast!"

"Take pictures quickly!"

Click! Click! Click!