Chapter 2102: Playing Around!

"Pretending? Still pretending?"

The Ghost Tribe man pointed at his own face, "Elder, it's me, I'm not Yang Jian."

Elder Fuzhi said, "You are Yang Jian."

"I'm not."

"You're not Yang Jian, I'll just eat shit!"

The other elders also gathered around, surrounding this person.

Everyone looked solemn.

In the crowd, Yang Jian could barely keep from laughing.

Awesome!

How did you recognize him?

In the next instant, Elder Fuzhi slapped this man's head with a palm.

Black qi rolled!

Strange Dao Resonance overflowed!

"Ah……"

With a miserable scream, the Ghost Tribe man's vitality gradually faded.

"I said it, I really am not Yang Jian."

Elder Fuzhi: ……

Everyone: ……

"Hahahaha!"

Yang Jian really couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Elder Fuzhi quickly turned his head, locking onto a sturdy Ghost Tribe man within.

"Yang Jian, is it funny?"

The sturdy man stood frozen, "Elder, it really isn't me."

Just as he finished speaking, a human skin scroll suddenly flew away from behind him.

Elder Fuzhi snorted coldly, "Still pretending? You think I can't find you just because the human skin scroll left?"

He flicked his finger!

"Whoosh!"

A black arrow shot out.

It pierced straight through his body.

He collapsed.

Everyone: ……

He really isn't Yang Jian.

Elder Fuzhi gritted his teeth in anger.

He was practically going mad!

Damn it!

He clearly knew Yang Jian was hiding among them.

But he just couldn't find him!

Yang Jian's aura was too convincing.

Just then.

Elder Fuzhi received a voice transmission.

"'Elder, it's bad, Ming has betrayed.'"

"'She actually mixed with Lu Xuan's disciples and killed people of the Blood Slaughter Sect!'"

Elder Fuzhi stood frozen.

He wore an expression of disbelief.

How could this be possible?

Ming is a Ghost Tribe; even if she wanted to betray, would Lu Xuan's disciples accept them?

Back then, wasn't Yang Jian willing to fight to the death to kill Ming?

This news is totally fake!

But as the image transmission came through...

Elder Fuzhi was stunned.

White hair three thousand zhang, rich eerie power poured forth in all directions.

It was Ming herself!

Ming, Ye Chen, Green Hill, and Qi Chunjing slaughtered in the starry sky.

He saw Ming smile.

???

Is this even reasonable?

Looks like they're not strangers to each other.

Numerous Ghost Tribe elders couldn't process it for a moment.

What's going on?

Yang Jian also came over to have a look.

He secretly thought, "It turns out Senior Sister and the others have attacked the Blood Slaughter Sect's Ancestor Star. Then I can only buy some more time."

Rotten Branch Elder looked at the others.

How come I have the feeling that Ming and Lu Xuan's disciples are quite familiar with each other?

Could it be that Ming is really a traitor?

But wouldn't Ancestor Cangwu have noticed?

Or is the Ancestor luring them in?

That shouldn't be...

While everyone was discussing, Yang Jian had already moved to a distance.

He directly sacrificed the Human Skin Scroll.

Hiss!

The Human Skin Scroll turned into a huge curtain that covered heaven and earth.

Dozens of the Deceitful Clan were sucked into it.

Shrieks rose and fell one after another!

Yang Jian has appeared!

Someone shouted loudly.

Rotten Branch Elder and the others jolted awake, hurriedly looking toward Yang Jian's direction.

Damn thing! Courting death!

He is now filled with killing intent!

Yang Jian's form dissipated again.

But the Human Skin Scroll remained in the air, continually pulling the Deceitful Clan into it.

He began to seize more Heaven's Mandate primal source power, reforging the formation lines.

Boom—

The Blood Sun shook violently.

This shattered region actually began to recondense.

Yang Jian began to provoke.

Are you guys capable or not? With so many of you, you can't catch me? And you keep getting counter-killed by me?

Rotten Branch Elder flew into a rage.

Once I catch you, I will make you feel the most painful torment in this world!

Two and a half days later.

Fang Yuan, Yang Tianming, Xiao Alian and the others killed their way to the edge of the Ancestor Star.

Buzz—

The Summer-Winter Cicada flapped its wings, its belly bulging, now having released its true form, its body vast in all directions, like half a star.

Xiao Alian rode a white donkey, wearing a bamboo hat, chewing on a grass stem.

This is the place.

The Blood Slaughter Sect's Ancestor Star was like a blood-red eyeball.

This is the core of the Blood Sea Grand Formation.

Layer upon layer of blood plasma wrapped this star, exuding a foul stench and bloody odor.

The entire star, from inside to out, was polluted.

A faint bell sound echoed from the Blood Sea within the star.

This is indeed the Blood Slaughter Sect's sect-protecting treasure, the Weeping Blood Bell!

Fang Yuan's beautiful eyes flickered, "I've seen the location of the Ancient Weeping Blood Bell."

At this moment, the Blood Slaughter Sect members guarding the Ancestor Star all froze.

Lu Xuan's disciples have actually killed their way to our Ancestor Star!

Isn't that the Gu Clan's Divine Envoy? Damn, now he's also become our enemy.

That non-moth thing looks kinda scary!

It feels like we should summon the Ancestor back. Why hasn't the Ruthless Empress been dealt with yet?

Everyone was worried.

All this has passed a few days.

The Ancestor still hasn't returned.

They launched three prongs: one to kill the Ruthless Empress, one to kill Yang Jian, one to destroy the Lonely Star Empire.

In the end, no good news came back!

What the hell are we even fighting for?

Moreover, the Blood Sun above their heads is becoming thinner and thinner.

The Weeping Blood Bell roars with every breath, just trying to regain control of the Blood Sun.

But on the surface of the Blood Sun, several dozen different Dao patterns have appeared, repelling their power.

All bad news!

No good news!

At that moment, numerous divine radiance shot forth from another direction.

It was Ye Chen, Qingqiu, the Xuanji Holy Lord, and others.

The two groups gathered together.

Ji Fuyao, peerless in elegance, gave a bewitching smile and looked at the crowd, "We've gathered again."

"Senior Sister!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Where is Yang Jian?"

"He should still be matching wits and courage with the Gu tribe."

Yang Tianming smiled and said, "Too bad, Third Senior Brother isn't here."

Ye Chen patted his shoulder, "Not necessarily; maybe that guy is hiding in the dark, peeking."

In the next instant.

Chen Zhangsheng walked out in a gray robe.

"I've been here all along."

Ji Fuyao twisted Chen Zhangsheng's ear, "You haven't contributed at all. Moreover, this isn't your true form, is it?"

"Ow ow ow... Senior Sister, it hurts."

Chen Zhangsheng wore a bitter expression and shouted out.

Seeing this, the members of the Blood Kill Sect furrowed their brows deeply.

As expected, Ning Bing, Ah Li, and Ming all betrayed.

In that case, let's just kill them all.

A black-robed middle-aged man emerged from the Ancestor Star Blood Sea, exuding an extremely rich aura, his face bearing a teasing expression.

"What about Lu Xuan's disciple?"

"He hasn't grown yet; today he will be buried here!"

The Blood Kill Sect members were slightly startled, all cupping their fists in salute.

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master, sir!"

The black-robed middle-aged man flicked his sleeve, "First capture them. The situation is unfavorable for the Old Ancestor over there; perhaps we can use Lu Xuan's disciple to threaten the Ruthless Empress."

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