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The dead Evil Soul Master's body would slowly turn into black qi, the black qi dispersed into the distance, his right hand formed a seal and appeared.

When these inscriptions were drawn, they threw out a few pieces of martial energy stones to act as a medium for the formation. When the black clothes were completely burnt off, they headed towards the depths of this place.

They gradually followed what the Evil Soul Master had said. At this moment, they were standing on top of a tree, with a mask covering their faces.

Following his gaze, he looked down.

A small village with a radius of less than a thousand meters was situated deep in the mountains. The ancient bricks and tiles were covered with moss, and the chirping of chickens and ducks could occasionally be heard.

However, there was not a single sound from the laborers in the simple mountain village. They repeated the same actions as before and watched as more than twenty people wiped the sweat from their foreheads and desperately drove the vehicles.

"These people might be the original villagers here!"

As he muttered to himself, he memorized the appearances of these twenty people and stealthily snuck down. There were tiles that prevented his soul from spreading as he probed the cultivation bases of most of the people in the village.

The villagers who came and went around them were not discovered under their greatest protection. The fence in front of them blocked their line of sight, and they lurked around the village. Suddenly, they stopped and hid themselves by sticking to the ancient brick and tile wall.

"How many people have arrived this time?"

"Fifteen!" "Let's grab the altar first and wait for Young Noble Lin Nantian to come back first!"

The two middle-aged men each carried a hoe and wore plain hemp clothing. With one look, they were no different from the original fame of this village.

However, their words were not as they had imagined, and from their conversation, it could be seen that these two were definitely not the original villagers, but definitely not evil spirit masters.

Seeing the two of them walking towards the mountain behind the village, he sized up the two people who had disappeared.

No one in the surroundings noticed this fleeting figure. They looked around and it seemed that this was the area that led to the back of the mountain.

The two men in front of them suddenly turned around and looked in their direction due to a slight noise.

He quickly hid between the bushes. However, the two of them still didn't give up as they approached him. Hidden among the plants, Lin Hu watched as the two figures got closer and closer.

He quickly stretched out his two hands and used all his strength to grab the grass. Then, he punched the two in the temple. The weakest part of the ten thousand jin attack had lost its life.

He waited silently for a moment before the two of them turned into black mist and disappeared. The two of them did not have enough time to release black mist to strengthen themselves. They were only around the 8th level of the Fighter realm, so one punch was enough to kill the two of them.

Ye Zichen walked out in the direction that the two were heading in.

Gradually, a small house appeared before them. With a leap, the man landed on top of the house and crawled forward as slowly as he could without making any sound.

A head slowly crawled out from the beam of the room. At this moment, both of his eyes narrowed as he looked at the scene before him. A bloody scene appeared before his eyes.

Several figures hung from the rope locks. These figures all had an aura around them. The only thing they had in common was that there seemed to be a big hole in the soles of their feet.

The blood on the soles of these figures flowed into the inscriptions, following the direction of the inscriptions and flowing into a stone platform.

Looking at these figures, the faces of all of them were filled with rage. From their attire, it could be seen that they were all members of the Lin Family.

"Outer disciples, servants, and some core disciples!"

As he muttered to himself, he continued to examine the ground.

"You beasts of the Lin Family that are waiting to be slaughtered, this is how your lives should be. It is useless even if you continue to stare at us."

Below them, a few villagers were squatting on the ground, looking at the figure with a mocking gaze.

"You bunch of filthy fellows, there will be retribution sooner or later!" The weak voice sounded, but it was filled with anger.

Of course, there were also voices of fear, "Let me go, I beg you!"1

The voice from above made the Evil Soul Masters below sneer: "Retribution? With our great Lord here, we really don't know what retribution is. "

"As for letting you off, is that possible? You are the trash that the beasts that are waiting to be slaughtered have been used to feed young master Lin Nan Tian, understand? "

After he said that, a stream of martial qi cut straight towards him.

Ah!" Miserable screams rang out.

Hearing this scream, the figure below seemed to become even more excited, and the waving and slashing became even more concentrated.

"Stop. If you keep fighting like this then you'll die. If that happens, your blood essence won't be any better!" Young Master Lin Nantian will come down and scold us! "

He waited silently for a while, but there was no sign of Lin Nantian. He looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.

"If we let them live for another two days, we can catch another batch. I think that they will be back soon after the competition in the Lin Nantian."

Lin Zhu narrowed his eyes.

Lin Nantian went to the Cloud City Tournament? The two familiar faces appeared in his mind. After some thought, he changed his appearance and mixed them together.

Since Lin Nantian was not around, he sized up the three martial artists below him. Three of them were at the first level of the Martial Spirit Stage and the rest were at the peak of the tenth level. The seven of them were guarding them.

He observed the rules for a while.

Every ten minutes, a group of village names would appear from this place, and these village names did not reveal their aura, nor were they able to observe their cultivation level.

In short, there were no strong practitioners here. Besides the absent Lin Nan Tian, the strongest would probably be an Evil Soul Master at the lower level of the Martial Spirit Realm.

"You will all die a horrible death!" As soon as the weak voice was heard, the blood that flowed unceasingly caused their bodies to turn white. It was a shocking sight to behold.

"You still dare to be stubborn?"

The evil spirit master flew into a rage as he swung out his Qi. A Lin Family disciple was already severely injured, but if he were to attack again, he would definitely lose his life.

"A man of the Lin Family would never yield to others, much less bow and kneel before them."

With a sudden voice, the Evil Soul Master who was about to attack quickly turned his head in surprise.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, a masked figure slowly stood up from the rooftop. At this moment, the bound Lin Family members slowly opened their weak eyes and looked towards the figure that was being illuminated by the sunlight.

"So dazzling!"

An Evil Soul Master said with a sigh. What he received in return was naturally a slap from the Martial Spirit Realm Evil Soul Master beside him, "What is there to be dazzled for! Hurry and attack! "

Without waiting for the Evil Soul Masters to take action, they immediately jumped up from the roof with their divine sticks in their hands, using the power of ten thousand jin, their Martial Spirit released forth, chopping down at the ground.

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