All demon cultivators stood up to pay homage to the Patriarch

When Dugu Nan heard Dugu Qiaobai's words, he raised his head, looked at Situ Ying, who was not far away, and said that the collected heads were piled up into a small tower, and swallowed a mouthful of spit rarely.

After that, he patted Dugu Qiaobai's head very seriously.

"Although he is very strong, he is really the third at most, don't forget, the master is at most in the top fifteen among all the disciples of the master, and the monkey is barely in the top five!"

Dugu Qiaobai nodded a little numbly, and then looked at Lin Mo who was standing at the front of the deck.

What kind of monster is this ancestor of his own, if these disciples of his are all demon cultivators, then he deserves to be called a demon clan.

And the most important thing is how he taught these disciples, and thousands of years later, these disciples can still remember him and be convinced.

There seems to be an indescribable charm in this man......

Lin Mo didn't know Dugu Qiaobai's thoughts at the moment, he just looked at the opposite coast, Situ Ying stabbed a saint, and won the championship with a knife, and he was a little emotional.

He always remembered that Situ Ying was picked because of his tendons, although he continued it, his hands always trembled, and his dantian was also broken once, and it was extremely difficult to re-cultivate.

At that time, after the eighth breakthrough congenital failure, the young man leaned against the tree and asked himself a little sluggishly.

"Master, can I still take revenge? I want revenge, my brother, my mother, were killed, my mother's surname is Situ, since that incident, I have changed my mother's surname. "

"I haven't been able to bring anything out of the palace, the only thing I have brought out is probably hatred, but Master, what should I do?"

At that time, Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, but still decided to exchange the ground-level exercise that he looked at painfully from the system-Immortal Slashing Flying Knife!

It was a technique born on the basis of the magic weapon of the Flood Desolation God - the Flying Knife of Cutting Immortals.

Strong enough, it is in line with the killing avenue that Lao Jiu wants to cultivate, and the only drawback is that in the process of cultivation, he may have to endure endless pain for I don't know how many years.

Until the twelve Immortal Slashing Flying Knives and his bones, flesh and blood were fused together, and his body was the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife!

And the reward for teaching his disciples to inherit this exercise is to obtain the real Immortal Slashing Flying Knife from the system, but with Lin Mo's previous cultivation in the physical realm, he has never been qualified to use that magic weapon.

Seeing Situ Ying's appearance at this moment, Lin Mo remembered that in his magic weapon warehouse, there seemed to be such a spiritual treasure that had been covered with dust.

But compared to those, Lin Mo looked at Situ Ying, who was seriously building the Human Head Tower at the moment, and suddenly felt a little distressed, this little cub, in the years after his absence, how much pain he had endured and how much price he had to pay, in order to make himself so strong.

And if those monks on the shore knew that someone was feeling sorry for the killing embryo at this moment, they would definitely scold them wildly.

Why don't you feel sorry for them?

Are they the ones who are being slaughtered in a frenzy at the moment?

One knife at a time, one knife at a time, it's not so easy to chop watermelons!

They are also monks, monks who have cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, but their lives are gone, they don't even have a chance to resist, and after they die, they still lift him up to build a tower!

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy!

This is the only feeling of those monks on the shore at this moment, and what is more terrifying than death is that they can only wait for death. And there's nothing you can do.

At this moment, among the monks in the alliance of monks, I don't know which country, which sect, or which family of monks it is, and the Dao Heart is the first to collapse.

He was the first to flee the battlefield, the first to flee in the opposite direction of the coast.

The other monks, as if they had also reacted at this time, began to retreat in a panic, and for a while, there were countless more long rainbows in the sky above the coast.

"Let's go! Quickly retreat! We're here to encircle and suppress demon cultivators, not to send heads!"

"It's too bad for me to die here. "

"The information is wrong, go back to Zhao and report to the saint!"

"Dark web, killing gods, this time, I remember Qingfeng Yuehuamen. "

But at this moment, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Situ Ying's mouth.

"I said, if you want to build a human head tower for the master, you must build a human head tower, and you can't have one less head!"

"Is it possible to go, the prey targeted by my dark web? Who made you think that this time, I am the only one who came. "

With Situ Ying's cold and low voice.

On the coast, more than a hundred shadows dressed in black suddenly appeared.

With short blades in their hands, their figures chased after the fleeing figures.

They are the Southern Dynasty, the six Inspectorates, the Assassination Department, and the top 100 assassins in the Dark Web, in the Tianji Continent, the Dark Web, and only accept the dispatch of the Killing God!

And the most terrifying thing is that these hundred figures are all in the saint realm, the killers of the hundred saint realms, and there is a fairy king behind them, and all beings are equal to kill gods.

This is nothing short of a catastrophe.

The sea in front of the coast, unconsciously, has been soaked in blood and turned a terrifying red.

The tower on the shore is also getting taller and more terrifying.

Lin Mo really wanted to tell Situ Ying that it was almost over, and he didn't want such a congratulatory gift, but he felt that opening his mouth like this would hit Situ Ying's Dao heart in some aspects, after all, the matter of the Human Head Tower was something he had told him back then.

Thinking about it this way, his disciples later became demon cultivators, and they seemed to be inseparable from themselves.

I don't know how long it took, and the last monk who escaped had been killed.

The entire coast exuded a strong smell of blood, but Lin Mo, as well as Dugu Nan and the others, did not have the slightest sympathy for these.

They came to kill themselves, sympathizing with the enemy, and in Lin Mo's teachings, they were all sick in the brain.

Among all the people, only Dugu Qiaobai was a little disgusting, but this was normal, after all, she might be the only girl in this group who was not a demon cultivator.

At the same time, Situ Ying collected the cultivation of his whole body, and even tidied up his clothes a little nervously, and then used his cultivation to hold up the towering human head tower behind him, and crossed the deck on Afang Palace with some excitement.

He looked at Lin Mo, his lower lip trembled a little, and then he finally pounced and knelt in front of Lin Mo.

"Disciple, Situ Ying, bring the monks and the army to meet the master!"