I practice the Tao by blind practice

Using the secret technique, Chen Hai calculated for a while, and soon, what he wanted to know had already come to fruition.

"That Luo Batian was really cursed to death by me, so he just disappeared?"

With a complex expression on his face, he let out a long sigh.

Using the seven-day killing spell, he cursed Luo Batian several times. He actually didn't know how much damage this technique could cause to Luo Batian.

Tianji technique can only calculate a rough idea, but not specific things.

At that time, he could only be sure that Luo Batian was still alive and well, and he was not cursed to death by himself.

But now, he manipulated indiscriminately, using the Hongming knife instead of the golden needle, and pierced the seven orifices of the fur man.

It seems that there is something wrong, his way of playing has actually magnified the power of this technique many times out of thin air.

Thinking of Luo Batian's disappearance like this, Chen Hai's heart felt a little empty.

Living in the cave, when he was cultivating behind closed doors, when he was tired, bored, depressed, or happy, he liked to take out the straw man to curse Luo Batian.

At his level of strength, it is rare to find a way of entertainment that interests him.

Now that Luo Batian is dead, Chen Hai doesn't know where to find some fun to adjust his depressed mood when he is practicing behind closed doors.

Within the boundaries of the entire Western Man Mountains, the Valley of the King of Medicine has been closed for a hundred years, and the Holy Cult of Heaven has disappeared without a trace.

It can be said that under Chen Hai's efforts, this area is peaceful, stable, stable and harmonious.

Except for Luo Batian, who can let him play with spells, he can hardly find any enemies.

At this moment, he knew that using the Hongming knife instead of the golden needle to pierce the straw man's seven orifices could greatly increase the power of the seven-day curse killing technique, but he couldn't find a place to use it.

"Forget it, what are you thinking about!"

"It's rare to find a quiet place, just to be able to retreat and practice painstakingly with peace of mind."

"This time, if I don't make a big breakthrough and step into the realm of the earth fairy, I will never leave the level."

After expressing emotion, Chen Hai said to himself.

Standing up, he only moved a little bit, then sat down cross-legged again, and really entered the cultivation.

……

Time passed in silence.

On this day, a ray of light flew from a distance, and when it approached the area where the Black Narcissus Mountain and the Bloodthirsty Sect's gate were located, its speed obviously began to weaken.

After a few breaths, this ray of light has turned into an old man in a yellow shirt and white eyebrows, standing in the sky out of thin air.

"According to the information I have inquired, the location of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate should be here."

"What's going on with this Black Narcissus Mountain?"

"Such a huge mountain piercing into the sky is allowed to stand outside the mountain gate. Even if they are not strong enough to move mountains and seas, why don't they know how to make a change and use the sect's great formation to cover this fairy mountain inside the mountain gate?"

With obvious doubts on his face, the old man in the yellow shirt frowned and muttered.

After staring at the Black Narcissus Mountain for a long time, he finally retracted his gaze and looked in the direction of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate.

The bloodthirsty sect's mountain gate resident is covered by the sect's great formation, and ordinary people can't detect its traces at all.

Being able to stand in the sky out of thin air, the old man in the yellow shirt is definitely not an ordinary person. His eyes are deep, like the boundless starry sky, and he can barely be regarded as the magical and incomprehensible guardian array. In his eyes, it is like nothing.

His line of sight seemed to be able to directly penetrate this large formation, and he could see all the scenes in the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate.

"This deity, Yang Dingtian, is the bloodthirsty sect master, and was the second sect master of No.70."

"Who is in charge of the bloodthirsty sect here? Get someone who can speak!"

……

After a little hesitation, the old man in the yellow shirt did not directly fall down.

He still stood tall in the sky, condescending, scanning the location of the Bloodthirsty Sect's mountain gate below.

His voice didn't seem to be loud at first glance, but its penetrating power was extremely terrifying. Even if it was heard tens of miles away, his voice still didn't show any sign of attenuation.

After just drinking lightly, he didn't move any more, he just stood proudly in the void with his hands behind his back.

While waiting quietly, before it was time for a cup of tea, a smear of blood shot out from the gate of the Bloodthirsty Sect.

In the void more than ten meters away from the old man in yellow shirt Yang Dingtian, the blood color twisted for a while, and then Ouyang Ming's body quickly appeared from within.

"Sect Master Yang, it's really Sect Master Yang!"

"Back then, we were persecuted by the Tianhuang Demon Sect, we were torn apart, and had to go far away. I thought it would be difficult to have the opportunity to reunite with you."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Sect Master Yang, you are still fine!"

"With you in the sect, our bloodthirsty sect is really hopeful..."

He looked up and down the old man in the yellow shirt. After confirming his identity, Ouyang Ming looked excited. He was overjoyed, and he seemed to be choking up even when he spoke.

In the current Bloodthirsty Sect's gate, Ouyang Ming is not only the strongest, he is also the oldest.

The group of people who were forced to flee from the Qianshan Mountains and ran to the backwaters of the Ximan Mountains to rebuild their foundations and start anew are already very few left.

Ouyang Ming in front of him, without a doubt, must be one of them.

"Is it really Yang Dingtian, Sect Master Yang?"

"I haven't seen you for so many years, how are you doing?"

"It is a great joy for you to return to our Bloodthirsty Sect. From today onwards, the sect will hold a grand feast for all parties!"

……

Following closely behind Ouyang Ming, Zhao Wushen Gui Wuya and the others flew out from the mountain gate at the same time.

Based on the Western Man Mountains, the newly recruited disciples of the Bloodthirsty Sect may not know who Yang Dingtian is?

However, Zhao Wushen, Gui Wuya and others are definitely not in this ranks.

Although Zhao Wushen returned to Wuya and the others when he left the Qianshan Mountain Realm in disgrace and moved to the Western Man Mountain Realm, he was still a rookie in the cultivation world, a typical young man.

However, the stalwart image of Yang Dingtian, the suzerain, has already been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The reason why they rushed out of the mountain gate a little later than Ouyang Ming was not because they were not excited or excited, but because their strength was not as good as Ou Yangming's and their speed was not as fast as him.

After confirming Yang Dingtian's identity, Ouyang Ming just choked up his words, but that guy Zhao Wushen burst into tears, weeping with joy, he just missed crying.

"Ouyang Ming? I remember, at that time, you were already the deacon of the inner sect!"

"These few, I still have a little impression. At that time, you seemed to be inner disciples."

"Especially you, Gui Wuya, when the list of your inner sect disciples was handed over to me, I deliberately looked at your name a few more times!"

……

With a refreshing smile on his face all the time, Yang Dingtian looked at Ouyangming and the others, and he responded with a smile.

I have to say that his memory is really amazing.

After so many years, among the five or six of Ouyang Minggui Wuya and the others, there was only one, and Yang Dingtian couldn't name him.

"That's right, when you became suzerain, I was already the deacon of the inner sect."

"I didn't expect that after so many years of absence, you could still call me by my name at a glance."

"It's not convenient to talk here, Sect Master Yang, I'll lead the way ahead, let's go to the sect to talk about it!"

Amidst the old tears, Ouyang Ming saluted Yang Dingtian respectfully, waved his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said hello.

Gui Wuya, Zhao Wushen and the others also looked excited.

At that time, they were insignificant people in the Bloodthirsty Sect.

But even so, Yang Dingtian, who was the suzerain at the time, could still call them by their names after so many years. They were very pleased about this, and felt that this was their supreme glory.

"This time, I came to the border of the Western Man Mountains to come to the Bloodthirsty Sect's residence. I do have some matters. I want to ask your opinions and discuss with you."

"Let's go, go inside the mountain gate first, and we'll talk in detail later!"

Smiling and nodding, surrounded by Ouyang Minggui Wuya and others, Yang Dingtian fell towards the entrance of the mountain gate.