Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

Chapter 778 The Million Year Plan

Don't let go of this kind of demon, it's Ye Xuan's principle of life!

Ye Xuan refreshed himself and decided to go in.

Now, the hall master is dead.

Except for a group of Taishang elders who are in retreat, the news has spread throughout the entire Blood Devouring Hall.

However, this huge organization that has existed for a long time did not appear as chaotic as Ye Xuan thought, but in an orderly manner.

The disciples seem to be thinking about passing this news to the elders who don't care about the world, and then elect a new hall master.

Ye Xuan took a deep breath.

It seems that I still think "three four seven" is too simple.

I really thought that if the temple master, the blood-devouring temple, was destroyed, this mysterious organization that existed in the universe for billions of years would automatically disintegrate and become a mess of loose sand.

Then, it will be an easy task to gradually defeat it and find relevant information.

Now, it doesn't seem like that at all.

The Blood-devouring Hall, this huge and devoid of conscience organization, is like a tight army. If anyone is missing, it will not affect the army itself.

Everyone is like a part in it, no one is indispensable, and whoever is missing will immediately find something to replace.

Before long, the machine will be running normally again.

Ye Xuan lay on the roof beam and watched, looking at the outer disciples wearing the iconic robes, who were meticulously busy, and was not affected by the death of the hall master.

He was suddenly curious, why did they stay in this organization?

Although these disciples have just practiced the evil art of the Blood Devouring Hall, their appearances have already undergone extraordinary changes, and their skins have a strange blood color.

There were even lines on the surface, as dry as an orange, and their faces were covered, so they couldn't see their faces, but there was an indescribable deathly color in the eyes.

It just hangs on the face so suddenly, it can fall off at any time.

Ye Xuan looked a little shocked.

These disciples are no longer normal people, but have become a kind of living dead who are neither yin nor yang.

Contrary to the number of days, most masculine cultivation methods are completely insulated from it, and even the probability of successfully surviving the thunder tribulation is very small.

Ye Xuan is really curious.

Is it worth it when you have just entered the cultivation stage, and you have to abandon your foundation like this?

What can they gain by insisting on maintaining this huge organization?

Thinking about it again, Ye Xuan was really curious about the arrogant appearance of the hall master before his death, what was the background of the blood-devouring hall.

In front of a very deep corridor, those disciples carried a heavy alley and walked slowly, Ye Xuan couldn't help his heart skip a beat and let out a long sigh.

It seems that this trip to the Blood Devouring Hall is really not as easy as expected.

However, what is in front of him today, even if it is the Longtan Tiger Den, he has to make a good break!

Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes kept staring, full of anticipation for what would appear in front of him.

Suddenly, a burst of light exploded in front, instantly filled with profound and profound meanings, Dao rhyme emerged, and the air was filled with an unusually sacred aura, it seemed that the next second, blossoming lotus flowers would bloom.

Ye Xuan was shocked.

I didn't expect that a cult organization like the Blood Devouring Hall could condense such a pure Dao rhyme!

Ye Xuan smiled.

Go quickly, leaving only a shallow ripple in the air, there must be a treasure in the world, he can't miss it!

In the air, a white-haired old man was sitting on a lotus seat, with rainbows leaking from all around him, making his old face look radiant, and his silver hair hanging down.

On his body is a simple and ordinary white robe, and there is nothing else. He is bathed in a brilliance, and behind him is full of divine light.

The snow-white lotus pedestal under him is also swaying little by little, and the petals are shaking little by little, as if there is life.

A trusted disciple stepped forward and whispered a few words in a slow whisper. After that, he stood respectfully and stood aside, as if what he just said was an extraordinary event.

On the face of the old man, there is not much superfluous expression, it is still that calm expression, like a pure white floating lotus between heaven and earth.

No worries and no worries, everything in the world has nothing to do with him.

His fingers fell on his folded knees, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

The expression on his face was very strange all of a sudden, and he couldn't tell the sorrow or joy, but it only made people feel that he was completely outside the world, and he was like watching fire.

"What? The old man of the hall master died? He died well. How long has he occupied the position of the hall master? It's time to try someone else."

His voice was neither salty nor dull.

5.2

"No matter what, if he dies, it will not change the plan that the Blood-devouring Palace has prepared for millions of years! How can the blood-devouring palace have thousands of years of history!

His voice suddenly became serious, and he said loudly.

The boy standing by the side was still anxious.

Half-bowed, he reported cautiously: "Elder, the one who killed the hall master was heard to be a guy named Ye Xuan. 39

After listening to the old man, he sneered, and his expression that had not changed finally showed a trace of anger.

No matter how he disagreed with the guy in the hall, but letting outsiders kill the hall master of the blood-devouring hall, he simply threw the entire blood-devouring hall's face on the ground and stepped on it!