"This guy is really smooth."

Seeing that there was no news from Long Huairen, Qin Cheng shook his head and changed the topic.

"You said my ranking at ninety-nine is too low. How many places do you think I should be ranked in Tianbao Tower?"

"We at Tianbao Tower estimate that Fellow Daoist Cheng is ranked around seventy-five."

Although there is only a difference of more than twenty places, it is already more than nearly a quarter of the geniuses. The difference in strength is still huge.

"Sect Master, there is someone standing outside the sect, saying that he wants to hand over a blood post to the sect leader. He will name this post and ask the sect leader to sign it personally."

Just as he was talking, an elder suddenly flew over to report, his expression a little solemn.

"Let him in."

Qin Cheng frowned. Sure enough, some people were already unable to sit still because of Jin Ling.

On the side, Long Huairen's eyes lit up and he stood behind Qin Cheng.

Not long after, a black-haired man, accompanied by two elders, walked over quickly.

He came to Qin Cheng and presented a bloody invitation to Qin Cheng.

Silent from beginning to end, not saying a word.

Qin Cheng looked at the invitation.

The blood patch was not big, and the whole body was red. It looked like it was soaked with blood, and it was extremely red.

Blood beads were rolling on it endlessly, which was extremely weird.

From a far distance, the blood sticker exuded a pungent smell of blood that spread within three miles.

After taking this object, Qin Cheng opened it.

I saw these blood drops rolling around, gathering into a blood-colored eyeball in the blood.

The eyes turned, glanced at Qin Cheng, and then dispersed again, turning into a string of words.

"You have three days to hand over the golden order to me, the Eighteen Evil Kings, or else the entire Zhengqi Sect will be destroyed!"

The line of writing is extremely domineering, as if it is sharp as a sword.

"Within three days, hand it over and destroy my entire sect. How arrogant!"

After reading the text, Qin Cheng sneered.

When fire appeared, it instantly burned the blood sticker to ashes.

"Ancestor, I know that these Eighteen Evil Kings are an alliance formed by the eighteen Tribulation-Transcending Demon Cultivators in the Demonic Domain Mountains. They usually do evil things, but I didn't expect them to be so arrogant and dare to find our Zhengqi Sect."

The elder on the side also looked angry when he saw the text.

"What kind of cultivation are these eighteen people?"

Qin Cheng turned his head, not looking at the sect elders, but at Long Huairen.

"Thirteen Tribulation Realms are in decline, and five Tribulation Realms are in their early stages." Long Huairen pondered for a moment before speaking.

"The leader is said to have reached the peak of the Tribulation Realm and should not be underestimated."

"Not to be underestimated."

Qin Cheng sneered.

"ah!"

Just as I was about to say something, suddenly.

The man who sent the invitation screamed, and then fell to the ground in pain, his whole body twisting continuously, and streams of blood flowed out from his body.

And the spiritual energy all over his body was frantic, and after his clothes were shattered, you could see scars all over his body, as if he had suffered severe torture before.

"The smell of blood is poisonous."

The fishy smell emanated, and several elders around them dispersed their spiritual energy and quickly retreated while covering their mouths and noses.

After a few breaths, the man didn't have time to explore, and it turned into blood and evaporated.

call out!

Qin Cheng's expression changed slightly and he suddenly jumped up.

"Oops."

These elders also reacted, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly followed.

Along the way the man was walking, many monks were staggering around, wailing in pain.

Some also squirted blood from their mouths and noses and kept rolling around.

The skin all over his body is constantly festering, just like the young man who died before.

"Damn it, these Eighteen Evil Kings are really bastards. This blood energy spreads out all the way. Although it is ineffective against us, it has hurt those disciples with weaker cultivation levels."

An elder was extremely angry, and several of them flew down one after another to check the injuries of the disciples.

"Sect Master, this poison is strange. We don't know what poison it is made of."

"Trouble, spiritual energy can't force out toxins at all, what should I do?"

The elders checked it out and were all panicked.

They were all medicine cultivators who traveled from the Endless Ocean to the Demonic Mountains with Qin Cheng, but even though they were well-informed, they were unable to determine the source of the toxin for a while.

This means that no solution can be found.

I could only reluctantly give a few disciples some commonly used antidote pills, but they were of no use at all.

"Sect Master, what should we do?"

Several people looked at Qin Cheng. These were the lives of monks from the sect. They would not be willing to be tortured to death like this.

"First feed these to these poisoned disciples. I'll come back as soon as I go."

When the elders checked the situation, Qin Cheng only observed the symptoms of one monk and closed his eyes.

At this time, he opened his eyes, gave several bottles of high-grade elixir to several people, and then jumped out of here.

Long Huairen hesitated for a moment and did not move, but stayed where he was and waited.

After a while, Qin Cheng flew back again, holding the medicine cauldron.

Dozens of pills flew out of the hot cauldron.

After the elder did not take it, he unexpectedly felt that the smell of these elixirs was stronger and more unpleasant than the previous blood smell.

But they also knew that Qin Cheng would not harm the sect disciples, so they quickly took it and put it in the mouths of these disciples.

"It works!"

"The toxins are starting to wear off."

Seeing that the faces of these disciples gradually returned to normal, the elders breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity that these people are all useless."

There was no trace of joy on anyone's face.

Because even if the high-grade elixir provided by Qin Cheng was swallowed in advance, it would only take a short time.

However, six of these disciples still had ulcers on their hands and feet, and their meridians were severely damaged.

Even if his life is saved, his cultivation future will be affected.

"Disciple, what's wrong with you? Who harmed you?"

"Which god damn evil cultivator is causing trouble? Brother Wang, please wake up."

Many monks arrived after hearing the news at this time. When they saw the disciples they had trained and the friends around them, everyone was angry and sad.

There were shouts and cries for a while, and many monks wiped away tears when they saw the miserable situation of their fellow disciples.

Giggle!

From beginning to end, Qin Cheng stood aside without saying anything or showing any expression.

But at this moment, Long Huairen heard Qin Cheng's fists clenching quietly, and his finger bones making a crisp sound.

"Long Huairen, tell me, where are the Eighteen Evil Kings?"

Qin Cheng turned his head suddenly, and the cold eyes in his calm face made Long Huairen feel his heart tremble involuntarily.

"In Fengjiao Mountain, the Eighteen Evil Kings have a palace, which is their lair." Long Huairen said.

"Don't you want me to show my true strength? Take me there."

Qin Cheng smiled coldly, grabbed Long Huairen's shoulders, and suddenly jumped into the air.

"But, fellow Taoist, you're going alone?"

Long Huairen was stunned.

Either he didn't explain it clearly or Qin Cheng didn't hear it clearly.

The opponent has eighteen people in the Tribulation Realm, and there are also strong men who are suspected to be at the peak of their decline. You can take revenge, but you are alone, don't you want to die?

"Nothing but."
Chapter completed!