The game reflects the real world, and everyone is going crazy!

Hearing such a sound, Master.

And Principal Wang nodded three times in a row.

This scene made a look of satisfaction appear on Mr. Yan's cheeks.

"That's right, my good disciple. Now that you have accepted me as your teacher, it's time to give you a greeting gift. I wonder, what kind of greeting gift do you want?"

Say it.

He also signaled to Principal Wang that he could get up.

Principal Wang stood up straight and said in a loud voice, "Master can say whatever etiquette he wants. Disciples will all obey Master's instructions."

Mr. Yan was very satisfied.

"Since you are a ghost cultivator, my master will give you a bottle of elixir. This elixir is called Ghost Gathering Pill."

Mr. Yan took out a bottle of elixir from the sapphire green space ring on his right index finger, and told Principal Wang about the efficacy of the elixir.

In Principal Wang's field of vision, a line of text can be seen emerging.

[Ghost Gathering Pill: Once taken, it can gather ghost energy all over the body. Taking it for ghost cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort]

Upon seeing this, Principal Wang's face was filled with joy. He didn't expect that this cheap master would give him something nice.

"Thank you Master for the elixir."

Principal Wang pretended to be grateful, but in fact he was even more wary of Mr. Yan.

This cannot be taken lightly.

This old guy definitely has evil intentions.

Every audience in the live broadcast room was envious of Principal Wang, but most of their envy was ridicule.

They are very much looking forward to Mr. Yan taking over the physical body of Principal Wang.

By then.

Principal Wang will have to practice his account again.

"Let's go, disciple, follow my master to the Sky Lock Immortal Cloud, and return to the Corpse Refining Sect together."

Mr. Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

Say it.

He pulled up Principal Wang without any explanation.

Principal Wang did not resist. He was also very interested in the superb sect, the Corpse Refining Sect.

I don’t know how many great masters there are in this Corpse Refining Sect.

The next second.

Principal Wang felt like the world was spinning.

Wait until he opens his eyes again.

There was no earth under his feet, but a huge black cloud.

Come to think of it, this dark cloud that seems to cover the sky and the sun is the corpse refining sect's magic weapon, the Sky Lock Immortal Cloud.

At the same time, Principal Wang also saw figures tied up with iron chains one after another.

Those figures are both players of "World of Immortality" and natives of "World of Immortality", and their cultivation levels are all in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river! I will remember your Corpse Refining Sect, and I will raze your Corpse Refining Sect to the ground in the future!"

"This crappy game really doesn't give people a way to survive. I won't play anymore! I'm offline!"

"Are you going to practice your account again?"

"I really have to continue to stay in Novice Village. The outside world is too dangerous!"

……

The players, who were bound by black chains and unable to move, were cursing and chattering.

There is no end to the words.

Seeing this, Principal Wang felt quite sad.

These players are all his compatriots, and many of them have just joined Fengxue Tower.

But as a result, such an encounter happened now.

But he was simply not qualified to sympathize with the plight of these people.

Let's just say he's walking on thin ice at the moment.

If he's not careful, he will definitely get cold.

"What a noisy bunch of rubbish! Even you guys want to crush our Corpse Refining Sect? How ridiculous!"

Mr. Yan had always looked kind and cheerful before, but now he seemed to be a different person, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Say it.

Yan Lao made a secret with one hand, and a flowing purple lightning spread in the palm of his hand.

"call out!"

This purple lightning expanded rapidly, like a ferocious giant snake.

But the next second.

The purple lightning split into small pieces and attacked the players and natives who were bound by iron chains.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A series of painful howls sounded.

Each player's skin was burned by lightning and they screamed hysterically.

But most players have decisively logged off.

The feeling of being struck by lightning was so uncomfortable.

They all could faintly smell the smell of cooked meat in the air.

Such a scene made Principal Wang's hair stand on end.

This person from the Corpse Refining Sect is really ruthless.

Shortly after.

The scene fell into silence.

"Has it finally stopped?"

Mr. Yan looked satisfied.

No matter how strong-minded the immortal cultivator is, if he is injured by his thunder and lightning, he will scream in pain, and even live in pain that is worse than death.

This feeling of pain.

How can this group of immortal cultivators endure it?

"Old guy, you're just a lightning bolt and you still want to shock me, you're dreaming!"

However, a scoffing, disdainful voice sounded.

Hearing this, Mr. Yan's face darkened on the spot.

Seeing such a scene, Principal Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The players were indeed very brave.

Faced with the unpredictable strength of Mr. Yan, he had no fear!

It's death, so what!

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Mr. Yan's eyes flashed fiercely, he did not expect that a young early Yuanying Immortal cultivator would dare to speak rudely to him like this.

Don't you know how to write the word "death"?

"Elder Yan, these hundred Nascent Soul cultivators are urgently needed materials within the sect. If you hurt their lives, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to deal with the superiors."

Several disciples from the outer sect of the Corpse Refining Sect slowly came to Mr. Yan and spoke in cautious tones, sounding like mosquitoes.

It can be seen that they are deeply afraid of Mr. Yan.

Hearing their words, Principal Wang's eyelids jumped wildly and he looked shocked.

A hundred Nascent Soul cultivators are just materials?

This Corpse Refining Sect is really a genuine demonic way.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the lives of immortal cultivators are probably not worth much in the eyes of the Corpse Refining Sect, right?

"I will take care of this matter, you don't need to worry about it."

Mr. Yan had a cold look on his face. He had to give those guys a hard lesson for those who shouted and made rude remarks.

"Yes, Elder Yan."

All the disciples from the outer sect of the Corpse Refining Sect nodded respectfully and did not dare to say anything more.

Elder Yan is not something they can dictate.

If they anger Elder Yan, they might be killed on the spot!

after that.

Mr. Yan began to teach the first player who was bound by the iron chain a lesson.

"Bitch, is this all you have?"

"That's it? That's it?"

"Old immortal, can you do it? I'm still alive! Kill me if you dare!"

However, this player was also stubborn and directly angrily criticized Mr. Yan, making Mr. Yan blush.