After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The puppet tied with puppet strings crackled in the orange flames, and the heat waves and sparks swept up thick smoke, rushing towards Qin Jin with great momentum.

Under the long raven-feather eyelashes, the brown pupils were a little moist, with a layer of clear water vapor. Perhaps he was using the tears caused by the dry feeling of the smoke to cry silently and release the emotions in his heart.

Endless flames were reflected in his eyes, and his expression was calm, neither sad nor happy. It seemed that his tears did not even have time to fall before they were evaporated and dissipated by the heat wave.

The young man let his hands hang naturally at his sides. He turned around and walked out of the hall, ready to go to the next place. Unexpectedly, he heard a cold wind whistling in his ears and a terrifying breath approaching him.

Like a hermit who has practiced for hundreds of years, the pressure he exuded was like a thousand tripods pressing down on him. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Qin Jin's forehead, but his back refused to bend despite the heavy burden.

He gritted his teeth and straightened his back unyieldingly. His wide robe rustled in the strong airflow, and his hair was blown away, revealing his furrowed brows.

On the side was a sea of ​​fire rising to the sky, and the heat waves could not block the chill brought by the newcomers.

The man tore through the air, destroying everything he passed by with overwhelming force. He rushed straight towards Qin Jin.

In recent days, a lot of bad guys have sneaked in from the Tantric Sect. They hid very deep, but now they are all crawling out on their own initiative.

The blood diamond on the boy's forehead was shaking wildly, and his eyes were like cold stars, flashing with strong vigilance. The hypnotized old man stood in front of him as fast as lightning.

"Pfft-"

Blood spurted out, and Qin Jin's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked in astonishment at the arm that pierced the old man's chest.

As easy as catching a domestic cat.

The man swung his arm and threw the old man with a big hole in his chest out as if he was throwing away garbage.

Others were unable to defeat the old monster even after trying their best, but they were no match for this guy.

The old man's body was shaking, and the wound on his chest was healing rapidly.

The man who came was tall and untidy, with a Nuo opera mask on his face and embroidered clothes on. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

There is a saying in folklore that once a Nuo opera mask is put on, it means that the god has possessed the body and the person wearing it must not speak or move at will and must wait for the god's instructions for everything.

The masked man suddenly stopped moving as if possessed by a god. He stood in front of Qin Jin without saying a word, his eyes looking at the red blood diamond through the hideous mask.

This blood diamond is very mysterious and sinister. When Qin Jin wears it, his power increases dramatically. Even someone with an indestructible mind like the old monster can be hypnotized and turned into his puppet.

It's clear that the masked man wants his blood diamond.

Qin Jin grinned, saying wickedly: "If I die, it must be broken along with me. No one else can get my things."

A thin puff of white smoke was still coming out of the chest of the repaired old man, and in the blink of an eye he met the masked man again.

The man's strength was obvious. Even though he couldn't kill the other person, he still knocked the old man away with just one palm.

The old man flew away quickly like a bouncing marble, and his back hit the wall hard. The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and smoke and ash flew everywhere. The collapsed debris buried him, delaying the time for support to arrive at Qin Jin's side.

Without the shield, the young man inevitably faced off against the man. When their fists collided, a violent air current surged. This collision made Qin Jin's brows even darker, and his sinister look was like thick ink that could not be dispersed.

His arms hung limply at his sides, and blood could be seen flowing down his arms from the wide cuffs, sliding down his finger bones and gathering into a small pool on the ground.

The blood diamond on the forehead was crystal clear. At the moment when the two of them were fighting, the hypnotic illusion launched by Qin Jin failed completely, and the man was not affected at all.

He said coldly: "What the hell are you?"

So strong?

She didn't mean to curse, just expressed friendly doubt, but the tone sounded different to the man's ears.

Qin Jin's words were blasphemy to him and were unforgivable.

This area completely entered another realm, and Qin Jin was helpless.

The air was squeezed by the ancient and powerful internal force. The young man had difficulty breathing, his chest still shaking. He lowered his head and smiled foolishly, full of cruelty.

I told you before, I would never give my things to others even if I die.

He tore off the blood diamond from his forehead and wrapped it in his palm, intending to crush it with his internal force.

The man narrowed his eyes, and when he moved, he was as graceful as a swimming dragon, his embroidered colorful clothes fluttered in the wind, and the hideous mask added to the sense of fear. The long sword at his waist was unsheathed for the first time, but he rushed to chop off the arm holding the blood diamond.

“Don’t destroy it!!!”

An old voice broke through the air, anxious and worried.

Qin Jin paused suddenly, just because he recognized this voice.

"Boom-"

At the critical moment, a white whisk was thrown suddenly and hit the snow-white sword exactly. The man turned his head and the Nuo opera mask faced the old man who was rushing over.

He had clear features and an elegant demeanor, but there was an ugly long scar from his brow to his cheek. It was none other than Mr. Li, who had disappeared long ago due to a tragic fate.

He was still wearing the Taoist robe that had been washed till it was plain white, and his face was pale and he looked much more haggard.

Qin Jin was really stunned. He clenched the blood diamond for a moment and didn't know what to do next.

Why is Mr. Li here?

What is this masked man planning?

"I'll hold him back, you hurry to the altar! Listen to your junior sister's instructions from behind!"

Seeing his stunned expression, Mr. Li's eyes were gloomy, and he shouted solemnly: "Go!"

"..."

"Tsk."

Qin Jin showed some irritability, but he still rushed to the altar. Seeing that the blood diamond had not been destroyed, the man was no longer in a hurry to chase him.

Mr. Li was ready to fight to the death, staring at the man intently: "Who are you?"

The man who had been silent the whole time spoke for the first time, like a god who had come to ask for his help: "Helian Dai's people are all useless. They can't even kill an old man who is half buried in the ground."

Mr. Li was trembling with fear and breathing rapidly: "Who are you?"

Helian is the surname of the royal family of Suikong, and Helian Dai is what they call the little master. She is about the same age as Pu Ran and is the only princess held in the palm of Suikong's hand.

Qinghe is Helian Dai's person. She wanted to kill Li Lao at that time, but the other person did not die after falling off the cliff, but she died in Xuanyue Palace.

The Nuo opera mask covered the man's face tightly, so Mr. Li couldn't see anything. But if Pu Ran was present, he would definitely recognize the man by this voice.

The man showed no interest in him and instead turned and headed in the direction of the altar.

"and many more!"

"Bam—"

"Pfft...cough cough cough..."

Mr. Li's urgent shouts overlapped with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Someone was thrown from a distance and fell heavily to the ground.

Her body hit the hard floor heavily. Yu Niang felt a shattering pain going straight to her heart. She lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and did not stand up for a long time.

A pair of eyes stared at the person who came with hatred, filled with bone-chilling hatred.

"Hahahaha, this battle was very enjoyable for me."

He put his hands in his sleeves and laughed out loud in anger. To Mr. Li, the sound was as sweet as the gospel of salvation.

Hey! Big disciple! Beat them up!