Build a family of immortality from the blood slaves of the Demon Sect

The elder's words fell to the ground, but no one responded.

The five elders including Xueqi were just guys in the early stage of foundation building.

The Blood Spirit Sect was just a small sect of the devil. It was not bullied by others, partly because it was in a remote place with no profit.

The other half was because of the sect master.

It was really difficult for them to fight for the elders outside.

Although the five elders were a little resentful, they were a little scared when facing the elder.

The ghost baby elder, who had always been indifferent, suddenly spoke at this moment for some reason: "Elder, that's not the way to say it. The elders in the sect must share some resources when they practice..."

Before the ghost baby elder finished speaking, he saw the sunny and cheerful elder suddenly grinned and stretched out his hand.

The ghost baby elder's expression changed slightly, and his figure became more and more mysterious.

At the same time, the tone became extremely gloomy: "Grand Elder..."

However, he stopped talking halfway, and the rest of the words were held back, like a chicken with its neck pinched.

Without seeing how the Grand Elder moved, he flashed in front of the Ghost Infant Elder.

And at this moment, the Grand Elder's hand was really pinching the Ghost Infant Elder's neck.

There was a faint flash of blood-colored lightning in the palm of his hand.

"According to you, do you think the sect gave you too little?"

The Grand Elder smiled gently, as if he was asking sincerely.

But the blood lightning in his palm made the Ghost Infant Elder nervous, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Grand Elder misunderstood. The sect treated me very well, and I was unable to repay the sect. There is a saying that goes, don't ask what the sect gave you, but think about what we gave to the sect."

As he said, the Ghost Infant Elder turned his head slightly and said to the remaining elders: "You think, is that right?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The other elders also echoed.

The elder then released the ghost baby with satisfaction and returned to his position.

In the Demon Sect, strength is everything.

Elder Xueqi was even more jealous. How could he care about the support at this moment?

Elder Xueqi asked anxiously: "Blood Thunder Art? The Sect Master's Blood Thunder Art? Elder, you, have you also mastered it?"

The magnificent thunder was full of righteousness.

Thunder Art is a natural counter to many magic methods.

It is also because of this that people in the magic path can hardly master Thunder Art.

So that Thunder Art is almost a unique method of righteous cultivators and a great killing weapon against the magic path.

But after all, nothing is absolute, and there is no way out. The magic path is not completely without Thunder Art.

The Sect Master of the Blood Spirit Sect is unparalleled with his Blood Thunder Art.

In the past, he succeeded to the position of Sect Master with the strength of the late foundation building stage, and taught the blood thunder method to the elders.

But, no one except the Sect Master has mastered it again.

Now the blood-red lightning in the palm of the elder made the five elders who had objections excited.

This means that the blood-thunder technique can be practiced.

The five elders are all blood cultivators, so they are naturally very excited.

But the ghost infant elder, who was a little inflated because of his increased strength, now has a darker face.

Thunder technique, it kills him...

The ethereal voice of the sect master came faintly: "Don't make a fuss. The rules of support are closely related to the blood-thunder technique. They will not be changed. Everyone, leave."

After a while, the meeting hall was also emptied, leaving only the elder.

The elder looked at the empty sect master's position and said softly: "Is it possible for them to practice the blood-thunder technique?"

"No." The sect master's voice was calm and indifferent.      There was no emotional fluctuation for the lie he just told.

No, it was not even a lie.

At most, it was a misleading.

The rules of support are indeed closely related to the Blood Thunder Art, but what does it have to do with the hope that the five elders have no chance of mastering the Blood Thunder Art?

The elder was also stunned for a moment.

As if seeing the elder's silence, the master's voice continued: "I am the master of the Demon Sect, so what if I play tricks on them?"

"Forget it, master, I have something to ask your opinion."

"No need to say, just do it. I have completed my foundation building, and I will try to form a pill soon."

As the voice fell, the originally empty seat seemed even emptier at this time.

The elder knew that the master had left.

The elder murmured: "Really don't care? Then I'll mess around..."

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Yunqi's cave residence was like a farmer's residence.

From a distance, smoke could be seen rising, a pastoral scene full of ancient charm.

Especially since there were his wife and children in the house that he cared about, Ye Yunqi couldn't help but speed up his pace and push the door open.

As soon as Su Muyao saw Ye Yunqi, she said, "Master is back, let's have dinner!"

Su Muyao was holding Ye Ping'an, who was one year younger than her. When she saw Ye Yunqi enter the room, she hurriedly threw Ye Ping'an to her sister Tian Yan.

Tian Yan was also about to give birth. Now she was pregnant and had a maternal glow. She held Ye Ping'an and carefully pulled Ye Ping'an's fingers out of her mouth.

"Master."

Tian Yan called shyly.

Ye Yunqi nodded, and then asked, "Where is Li Yun? Have you eaten?"

"Li Yun is in the inner room taking care of the two sisters." Tian Yan replied.

Ye Yunqi patted his forehead, his mind was full of the things Meng Jingyang said, and he didn't think of this.

Tian Yan held Ye Pingcheng and was about to go to the inner room to call her out for dinner. Ye Yunqi hurriedly said, "Yan'er, sit down for a while. I'll go and call her."

When they reached the inner room.

Lin Wanwan sat on the bed, feeding her daughter Ye Pingyu. Lu Yuan'er and Li Yun were both sitting on Lin Wanwan's bed chatting.

Seeing Ye Yunqi come in, they all called him "Master."

There are always differences between the past and present lives. The stability and sense of security that were easy to find in the past life are hard to find in this life.

But what is easy to find in this life is also hard to find in the past life?

Ye Yunqi sighed in his heart, and then added: It's just like seeking immortality and asking for the way now, which was not possible in the past life.

"Yuan'er, where is your son?"

"Ye Pingcheng is asleep." Lu Yuan'er pursed her lips.

On Lu Yuan'er's bed, a baby was sleeping soundly.

"Li Yun, come out for dinner."

Li Yun got off the bed, and Lu Yuan'er echoed, "I want to go out for dinner too."

Ye Yunqi glared at her, "Go back to bed and rest, I'll bring you food later."

Lu Yuan'er snorted, "I'm recovering very well. I don't know what kind of magic medicine the master gave me before he left. Now I'm fully recovered."

She added, "I heard that after sister Mu Yao gave birth, she was able to go out to work immediately. I'm not bad either."

Lu Yuan'er suddenly realized that Lin Wanwan, who was weak and weak in qi and blood, still needed to rest. What she said made Lin Wanwan feel a little difficult.

So she grinned, "I mean, we are children of the rivers and lakes. We have practiced martial arts since we were young. Now we are free from care. Wanwan should have a good rest."