The return of the king of Douluo Continent

"Clang clang."

The long sword in Zhao Wuji's hand fell to the ground, and the expression in his pupils slowly faded. Immediately, he knelt down on the ground helplessly.

Tang San shook his head gently, and with a thought, the Suzaku black flame surrounding the girl was extinguished instantly. Immediately, Tang San turned his head slightly and said coldly: "He is very decisive, so you survived."

The girl opened her mouth, tears streaming down her eyes, and then she choked with sobs and said: "Ye... Chen... I have already remembered your name... I... Zhao Mengyue... will kill you!"

"Humph."

Tang San snorted with some disdain, stretched out his hand to hold down the magic sword at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "If you think you can kill me, I'll be waiting for you at any time."

When the words fell, Tang San straightened his head, stared at the white tiger walking down the mountain path covered in blood, and continued: "However, your plan is only for once. The price of failure is death!"

The Wuji Sect has been destroyed, and Bai Chengming will soon bring people to take over everything here. Tang San took out a thick roster from his arms and glanced at it, deciding on the next place in his mind.

"Your hands and feet are a little dirty." Tang San glared at Geng Jin White Tiger with a frosty expression.

Gengjin White Tiger, who had turned into a human body, reached out and touched his bald head, and said with some embarrassment: "That guy moved too fast. I thought you were at the bottom of the mountain, so..."

"There won't be another time. Let's go to the next place." The frost on Tang San's face still did not dissipate.

From the beginning to the end, Tang San and Gengjin Baihu ignored Zhao Mengyue who was half-kneeling on the ground sobbing.

For Tang San, everything was planned, which was naturally an excellent thing, but in this way, too much fun was lost.

Since Black Prison is not in a hurry to take action, then Tang San doesn't mind playing around. How far can a girl with hatred go?

Tang San, I’m looking forward to it!

As for the so-called righteousness of the world? Of course, there's no need to care, after all, Tang San hasn't touched their interests yet.

Now everyone knows that there is a god standing behind Tang San. Who else, risking his or her life, dares to take the lead in attacking Tang San, who is only active in southern Xinjiang?

The old man was wearing a fiery red robe and looked a bit eye-catching. Although there were many wrinkles on the old man's face, he was not like an ordinary old man. His whole body was full of deathly energy.

The old man's name is Lieyan. He was the leader of the Scarlet Flame Sect back then and is now the Supreme Elder of the Scarlet Flame Sect. He is also one of the few Creation Realm monks in Southern Xinjiang besides the members of the three major forces.

"cough!"

Lieyan coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "I called you here today mainly because I want to discuss a major matter. Do you know, the devil of Southern Border?"

"Now that I am waiting for the Red Flame Sect, I want to seek the protection of Old Lie!"

"Yes, yes, the last one to be slaughtered was the Qingxuan Sect, which is not far from my Iron Sword Sect!"

"This Demon of Southern Border never leaves anyone alive. We don't even know who he is!"

"Who is he? With Mr. Lie here, are we still afraid of him?"

……

Lie Yan said one word, and the monks at the conference table exploded into a heated discussion.

Seeing everyone praising himself so much, a smile appeared on Lie Yan's old face. Since his age gradually increased, but his cultivation did not improve, he resigned from the sect and devoted himself to practice.

Now that a demon from the southern border came out who was killing sects everywhere, everyone respectfully invited him out of the retreat, which greatly satisfied his vanity!

"alright, alright!"

Lieyan stopped the discussion among the practitioners and said with a chuckle: "Haha, the devil of Southern Xinjiang? Didn't you all start it up yourself? In the eyes of someone in Yilie, he is just a clown!"

A middle-aged man in a blue robe slowly raised his head, frowned and said: "Old Lie, what should we interpret this? That man is indeed ruthless, and we are also forced into desperation!"

The middle-aged man who spoke had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even in middle age, he could still attract the attention of a large number of female monks with his face.

This middle-aged man is also the only one without any sect among the people present, but his status is only second to Lie Yan in the main position.

The middle-aged man is Wei Jue, who is known as the ‘Jade Sword’. Two hundred years ago, he broke into the mountain gate of Yanyu Pavilion with a single sword for a woman, and finally escaped unscathed, and has become famous in southern Xinjiang ever since!

"Why?"

Lie Yan asked back with a smile on his face and explained: "If the Demon of Southern Xinjiang is really capable, why does he only pick some second- and third-rate sects to attack? Why don't you see him provoking the three major forces?"

Having said this, a confident smile suddenly appeared on Lie Yan's face, and he said in a cold voice: "So, this guy is definitely no match for the Creation Realm! You can rest assured that you can stay here with me, and Lie will ensure that you all have no worries!" "

After saying this, a smile suddenly broke out on Lieyan's old face. Of course, he, a monk in the realm of creation, was not a decoration, but if you wanted to get his protection, you would definitely have to pay a price.

As a second-rate sect, the Red Flame Sect naturally knows very well how much assets these former competitors have!

"Oh!"

At this moment, the door of the conference room was opened by a huge force, and a disciple wearing red clothes from the Scarlet Flame Sect flew directly in.

When the body landed on the ground, there was no movement outside, and everyone's hearts were slightly relieved. When they looked intently, they only saw a headless body!

The blood on the corpse had almost solidified. Obviously, the disciple of the Red Flame Sect who was responsible for guarding the door had been dead for a while. The person who killed him had also stayed outside the door for a long time, so he naturally heard their conversation!

"Humph!"

Lie Yan snorted coldly, and immediately stood up with a slap on the table, shouting angrily: "Young Fang Xiao, how dare you come to our Red Flame Sect to be so presumptuous!"

However, the table in front of Lie Yan was smashed to pieces by his palm, but he did not stand up. There was an inexplicable force pressing his shoulders, keeping him firmly in place. .

A figure in a white robe strolled into the room, his delicate face covered with a layer of frost that could almost stop everyone's breathing.

The figure in white robe slowly raised his well-jointed right hand, pointed at Lieyan and said, "Just now, you were the one who said that Mr. Ye is just a little clown, right?"

"hiss--"

Wei Jue took a breath of cold air and said in a deep voice: "I know this man, he is Tang San from Yanyu Pavilion! How could he suddenly appear here?"

"Ha ha."

Tang San raised the corners of his mouth slightly, chuckled twice, and explained: "Do you still need to ask this question? If you use your brain a little, you will know?"

"The Demon of Southern Border!?"