Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

A few evil cultivators saw that there was no one on the street at the moment, so they opened a hole in the barrier and ran out excitedly.

They were like hungry wolves out of a cage, with greed and cruelty flashing in their eyes.

The ground was littered with corpses from various sects and forces, and the pools of blood were eye-catching.

The bodies were lying in all directions, some were already mutilated, and some were pierced by sharp weapons, their deaths were horrific.

However, for these evil cultivators, this was a feast for them.

The few evil cultivators who escaped did not feel scared or disgusted by these corpses.

Instead, their eyes lit up, like sharks that smelled blood, and they couldn't wait to enjoy the carnival of killing.

One of the evil cultivators even reached out and wiped a handful of blood on the ground and put it into his mouth. Then an intoxicated expression appeared on his face, as if he was tasting the most delicious delicacy in the world.

"Hmm~ This blood is good, really delicious. It should be a snack for those with good cultivation."

He licked his lips and nodded with satisfaction, his expression looking as if he was enjoying the tasting of some exquisite wine.

Upon hearing this, the other evil cultivators followed suit. Like a group of crazy beasts, they began to launch frantic attacks on the corpses on the ground.

The weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, and blood splattered with every swing.

Soon, the corpse on the ground was chopped into pieces, and the tendons, veins and internal organs in the body were all clearly visible.

Seeing this, the evil cultivators became even more crazy. They ruthlessly grabbed the corpses on the ground and sucked the blood and spiritual energy from them, converting it into their own power.

“I wonder how long the cultivators here in the Northern Territory can hold out in the hands of the living dead?”

An evil cultivator sneered, his voice full of mockery and disdain.

The others also laughed, and their laughter revealed endless indifference and cruelty.

One of the evil cultivators greedily sucked the blood on his hands, mumbling incoherently: "These are just useless snacks. Before tomorrow, the entire Northern Region will be full of small snacks. By then, when our people from the Evil God Sect have consumed all these snacks and become even stronger, we can destroy the Eastern and Western Regions in one fell swoop."

An evil cultivator beside him also echoed, "Yes, by then, even the eighty-one people from the different sects in the Southern Region will be our Evil God Sect's prey, and they will suffer the same fate as the people in the Northern Region."

After hearing this, the other evil cultivators burst into laughter, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, with greed flashing in their eyes.

However, the next moment.

A burst of crisp applause broke their fantasy, and a cold female voice came into their ears like a ghost.

"That's right! The Evil God Sect really has a good plan, and the abacus is really loud."

As the voice fell, Huo Linger appeared like a ghost on the tall wall opposite Jingyang Sect, holding the Pi Lei Stick in her hand.

She is agile and strong, like a ferocious cheetah, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

She looked at the several evil cultivators on the ground with cold eyes, as if she was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered. The aura emanating from her was very powerful.

"You, how could it be you."

Several evil cultivators looked at Huo Ling'er in horror, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

They recalled the incident when Huo Ling'er and Ye Canglan caused chaos in the Evil God Sect. That scene was still vivid in their minds.

Although they were lucky enough to survive, they had also witnessed the speed at which these two living devils could chop off people's heads. Facing such a powerful opponent, they had nowhere to escape.

"Quick, quickly send a signal to the evil demons and ask them to come out and catch this thief..."

An evil cultivator shouted anxiously. He knew that if they failed to notify the evil master in time, they would probably die here.

The other evil cultivators nodded one after another and hurriedly took out the jade tokens used by the Evil God Sect to transmit information from their arms.

However, just as they were about to send out the signal, Huo Ling'er's eyes turned slightly cold and she waved her hand in the air.

A sharp spiritual blade flashed across like lightning. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual blade with powerful spiritual power cut several evil cultivators into two pieces like cutting melons and vegetables.

The smelly black blood splattered on the ground like ink, forming a sharp contrast with the other corpses around it, like a horrific picture.

Yan Yao looked through the space and saw the blood and corpses all over the ground outside. A disdainful smile appeared on his face, as if he was mocking the evil in this world.

He sensed the barrier that enveloped the Sun Yang Sect, and suddenly smiled, that smile was like a flower blooming in spring:

“Master, this is one of the forbidden techniques of the Evil God Sect. Even if someone at the level of a Divine Lord or Divine Emperor wants to break it, it will take a lot of effort.”

"But you're so lucky!"

"Master, you should also thank these evil cultivators who escaped, hehe..."

Yan Yao's words made Huo Ling'er frown slightly, but she did not respond. Instead, she set her eyes on the opening in the barrier that Yan Yao mentioned that could allow one person to pass through.

Then she flashed and entered the Yangyang Sect as quickly as a ghost, like a breeze, leaving no trace.

Inside the Jingyang Sect, Qin Zhiming was sitting in the lobby with a rosy face. Although he already had a head full of white hair, he looked rejuvenated and energetic, as if he had suddenly become dozens of years younger.

When he thought of the current tragic situation in the Northern Territory, the expression on Qin Zhiming's face became more and more distorted, and his heart was filled with crazy pleasure.

He felt that he had finally found an opportunity for revenge, and those who had once laughed at Qin Zheng would receive the punishment they deserved.

When he turned his head to look at Qin Zheng who was lying motionless beside him, there was a hint of concern in his eyes, but more of it was madness.

The smile on that wrinkled face deepened a little:

"Zheng'er, grandpa will make sure all these people die. From now on, no one will dare to say that you are ugly."

"And your brainless father actually dared to be with another woman without caring about your life or death. This time, grandpa will let the living dead directly flatten all the cities, including your father's territory, and make him apologize to you for this..." Qin Zhiming continued, his tone full of anger and hatred.

"After this is done, Grandfather will let you be the leader. I am old now, and it is time for me to take a good rest..."

Qin Zhiming said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He believed that as long as Qin Zheng became the sect leader, he could completely change the fate of the sect and make it glorious.

Qin Zhiming became happier as he spoke, and the several evil demons sitting nearby couldn't help but smile as well. They knew Qin Zhiming's ambition very well and were full of expectations for his plan.

The bodies of the three evil demons seemed illusory under the black fog, and they felt very disdainful of Qin Zhiming's self-deceiving behavior.

They knew clearly that the forbidden technique to summon the dead was not as easy and simple as Qin Zhiming said.

Even their great master could only summon back a broken and incomplete body, how could it be considered a complete "person"? But they did not show it, but chose to remain silent, waiting for Qin Zhiming's next move.

As for the soul, haha!

It was just a pile of rubbish, a body that was unbearable to the eyes...

It’s a pity that this old sect leader still regards him as a rare treasure. I’m afraid he has gone mentally insane.

When the Great Lord has squeezed out the last bit of value from this old man, I will send him to the west. What else can you expect from him! ?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but urge, "Old Sect Master Qin, why are the zombies outside silent now? Why don't you blow harder?"

"If we complete the task sooner, we can achieve our goal sooner, right?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhiming felt that what Lord Xiemo said made sense, so he carefully took out the strangely shaped whistle from his arms, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.

For a moment, the living dead everywhere in the Northern Territory seemed to be injected with new power. They became stronger and stronger, and their speed of attack became faster than before.

When Huo Linger entered the Yangyang Sect, she was originally following the faint whistle to find the direction.

Suddenly, the whistle sound became louder and louder. She immediately restrained her breath and rushed to the roof of the lobby like a ghost.

When Huo Ling'er saw that Qin Zhiming was indeed using a whistle to control the living dead, her eyes darkened and she cursed in her heart: This damn old man, you are simply courting death.