The newly appeared man's face was like a peach blossom, and his face was covered with a thick layer of pink, almost writing the vulgar identity of the Land of Smoky Willows on his face.

But even so, as soon as he appeared, Su Nannan could no longer look away and focused on the red and gray fox tail behind him. The tail was not in good condition, which was in sharp contrast with the fox tail behind him.

However, this is indeed the real tail of the fox demon. She knew that everything that Mr. Yu said was not false, and that was not a fake product that was pieced together. The demonic power contained on it was extremely pure, and it even looked a little similar to her demonic aura, which seemed to have some connection.

"When I find this fox demon, do you know what? He is digging open the chest of a mountain climber and eating a bright red heart that is still beating."

Young Master Yu smiled like a flower, and his tone was changing repeatedly.

"If it weren't for my pity, how could he live an ordinary life in the end? When the young master thought of this, do you think I saved your fox clan's life and be grateful to me?"

Su Nannan's face was like frosty. She had recovered from the shock just now and confirmed that she had not yet been born. However, she naturally didn't believe that Mr. Yu would have such a good intention. She went to the 100,000 mountains to find traces of the fox tribe for no reason.

Qingluan looked at all this coldly from the side. She knew that the tricky young master Yu in the sect could not even find a substitute, so how could she not have any small calculations in her mind?

He will definitely drive crazy next time, pushing the little fox into a hurry, making her lose all hope to become a material in the teachings.

Sure enough, Mr. Yu glanced slightly, and the newly appeared fox man knelt down on the ground with a plop, lying on all fours, and didn't dare to breathe.

"In my opinion, why don't we enjoy the scene of the same tribe killing each other, let the man cut off Su Nannan's legs and feet, and then send it to the group of old guys in the sect who are neither human nor ghost."

The Qingluo God Envoy wanted to regain the self-esteem he had lost in front of Su Nannan. She was not resistant to such troubles but torture methods, and said lightly, "Okay."

The fox man trembled all over. He had seen his own eyes the consequences of disobeying Mr. Yu's thoughts. Even though he had tens of millions of courage, he would not dare to resist the people in the Demon Cult in front of him. However, he had psychological resistance to the same tribe's tyranny.

Young Master Yu threw a golden knife on his waist to the ground and said playfully: "You should know my methods of dealing with people. You said you were loyal to me a few days ago. Now it is a good opportunity for you to make a letter of honor."

The fox man also heard the implication of Mr. Yu's words. He gritted his teeth and picked up the knife in front of him and walked towards Su Nannan.

Under the night, Su Nannan's delicate and beautiful facial features seemed to be covered by a layer of clouds and mist, and her expression was dull.

People present could not guess what she was thinking, but almost no one thought she would sit and wait for death because of the identity of this fox man.

The fox man walked to Su Nannan safely. In a sudden moment, his face became ferocious, and the cold light of the dagger was even more eye-catching under the moonlight.

The falling blade tip ended suddenly on Su Nannan's clear pupils. An invisible force wrapped the man, making him unable to make any progress any more.

Su Nannan's eyes showed a trace of twists and turns, but she could not imagine who dared to face the many masters of the White Lotus Sect to rescue her.

The fox man had a prominent eyeball and blue veins on his arm swelled up, but he still couldn't stab the dagger into Su Nannan's eyes.

In front of his sight, a man stood in white clothes, spotless.

However, his appearance seemed to be blurred by something. Everyone could not see his facial features clearly with all their strength. However, the red light emitted from his pupils made everyone present feel scared.

Gradually, the fox man began to feel the power that oppressed him and pushed him out three or five steps away.

The fox man who had worked hard to collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely.

"oh?"

Mr. Yu stopped the movements in his hand and carefully looked at the man not far ahead. He could feel the many powers from the other party, which seemed to be related to the taboos that the White Lotus Sect was studying.

For example, the method of shocking this fox man just now should be able to do it if he faces an opponent whose cultivation level is far lower than that of him.

But the aura around this mysterious man was too strong, even reminding him of the one among the divine messengers.

Before Mr. Yu could speak, Qingluo stood in the air and asked coldly: "Jiuying, didn't you say that there is no strongest man in the demon clan, and no one can fight you? Why did you suddenly stop us from doing things at this time?"

"Nine Infants?"

The visitor asked a question, and Qingluo heard that the man's voice seemed to be different from the baby's crying sound of Jiuying. He widened his eyes and asked, "Aren't you Jiuying? Who could it be?"

Suddenly, something bad happened to her heart.

Logically speaking, four of the eight god envoys came, and there should be a god envoy in the woods outside the demon pool. Why did this person come quietly and without warning?

Even if you fight, you should make a sound.

Qingzhu snorted coldly and stretched the envoy into the woods. Suddenly, a headless corpse fell to his knees under a ginkgo tree. The blood stained the entire tree trunk red as if it exploded around.

Even Qingluo, who had been trained from the corpse field, could not help but be shocked by the scene in front of him.

Although the dead Shiluoman was the seventh-ranked divine envoy and had a huge difference in strength from him, he probably could not kill the other party silently, causing such a tragic situation.

“One…two…”

The strange man's pupils swept across the crowd below, and he gently counted a string of numbers as if he was talking to himself.

"……seven."

When he counted to seven, he stopped. Qingluo was a little confused, but the young master Yu on the side suddenly realized.

Master Yu, who understood, felt infinite fear surged into his heart, and for the first time in his life he had a foreshadowing the threat of death.

"What are he counting?"

The visitor was acting strangely, and Qingluo asked, but Mr. Yu didn't dare to look directly at the other party. His voice trembled and said the meaning of the numbers.

"He is looking for a substitute among my believers, and he has found all of them."

"What?"

Qingluo couldn't believe the words in Mr. Yu's mouth. Even if he was as strong as a god's envoy, except for the head envoy, they should not be able to detect Mr. Yu's clone and substitute.

You should know that Mr. Yu Zongheng’s White Lotus Sect has been relying on the group of whimpering believers around him for so many years.
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