If we are really an immortal master, can we invite the immortal master to help us clean up the mass graves?

Because of the passage of time, dirty things were born in the mass graves.

"Thanks a lot."

The immortal master with inverted triangular eyes patted the old village chief on the shoulder and faced the villagers with a cruel smile on his face: "Thank you for your hard work."

"I'm here to bring you a great blessing."

Tu Shanjun clearly saw the old village chief standing there as if he had been cast on a body-holding spell.

His eyes were dull and his body was as thin as a dead tree.

"It's a scam!"

Tu Shanjun's expression changed with shock, and he ran away without hesitation.

With a thud, he hit something unknown, which made him dizzy and his eyes were filled with stars.

There was nothing in front of him, but Tu Shanjun felt like he had hit an iron wall.

"Array."

"rise!"

The demonic monk with inverted triangular eyes glanced at it.

With a flick of his sleeves, a small flag with a black face and red edges flew out from his sleeves.

It grew taller in the wind and became about ten feet long and wide, standing above everyone's heads. The transparent walls on all sides were gradually dyed gray by the black smoke.

The demon cultivator waved the long sword in his hand, and blood was visible immediately after he took it out of the sheath.

The head of the old village chief detached from his rickety body, and the big head was thrown up and rolled down. Blood spurted ten feet high, and the fishy-sweet smell filled the formation.

"ah!"

The terrified screams woke up the stunned villagers.

"Killed!"

"The village chief was killed."

The villagers were frightened, commotion and panic, and began to push and move like poultry and headless flies.

Rampage, squeezing and accumulation.

It's a pity that I can't escape.

Tushanjun had already found a way for them, and the transparent wall blocked everyone's escape route.

The black flags above everyone's heads were spinning, and gray shadows emerged from the corpses and suddenly disappeared into them.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

The demonic cultivators holding swords killed the villagers in the formation like chickens.

For a while, the blood turned into a trickling river, and the corpses piled up into a small hill.

Nearly two hundred villagers could not even hold on to a stick of incense.

The face of the demon cultivator became more and more ferocious, with blood splattering on his face, revealing a morbid madness.

Tu Shanjun leaned in front of the transparent wall in fear, his maroon pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Curling up, his brain was spinning crazily, trying to find a way to defeat the demon cultivator.

"System, do you have a gift package for newbies?"

"The kind that quickly improves strength."

"Where's the opening draw?"

“What about the pills that will get you through the hard times right away?”

"What a stupid system, I'm going to die!"

"..."

Countless calls failed to activate the light blue panel.

While Tu Shanjun was thinking about a solution with his eyes widened, the demonic monk had already killed all the villagers and walked up to him.

Covered in shadows, a crazy face appears from a high position.

Terrible and terrifying.

"It's your turn."

"You are a bit special."

"It just so happens that my soul flag still lacks a main soul."
Chapter completed!