After the Marquis of West Prefecture entered the cave, the bandits guarding the cave entrance began to whisper to each other.
"What does the Marquis want to do by capturing this group of martial artists?"
"Of course it's to contribute to the elders and exchange for demonic arts from the elders."
"Demonic arts …"
Hearing the two words "demonic arts", many bandits revealed a look of yearning.
"Just by cultivating the first level, my strength can increase by thirty percent. I really don't know how strong I will be when I cultivate the last level."
"The leader has already cultivated the demonic arts to the fifth level. When he activates the demonic arts, his strength can increase by five times! And it is said that there are thirteen levels of demonic arts, its power can be imagined. "
Just as everyone was chatting enthusiastically, a young man wearing a straw hat suddenly appeared not far away like a ghost. He was leisurely strolling toward them.
"Stop, who are you!" The leading bandit hurriedly shouted, but did not stop the youth's pace in the slightest.
He was about to pull out his sword and rush towards the youth, but saw the youth suddenly take off the straw hat on his head, revealing a pair of deep and cold eyes, casually glancing at the crowd.
That gaze, however, was like the arrival of the god of death, causing the eyes of all the bandits present to roll back, losing consciousness and falling to the ground.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump …
Apart from the leading bandit, the rest of the bandits fell to the ground.
The leading bandit was completely stunned, he could not understand what was happening in front of him.
"There's …"
When he reacted, he was just about to shout "enemy attack", but before he could even shout the first word, he was directly beheaded by a cold light.
After beheading the leading bandit, Lin Yun took out a large pile of gold coins and gave one to each of the bandits on the ground, and then they collectively went down to meet the King of Hell.
After clearing up all the small fries, Lin Yun did not even look at them, directly stepping over their corpses and strolling into the cave.
The long stone steps sloped downwards, and on both sides of the black rock walls, various totems were carved.
At the end of the stone steps, there was a dark hall, and in the corner of the hall, there were dozens of treasure chests.
All kinds of gold, silver and jewels, all kinds of rare treasures, dazzling to the eye, covered the floor, like a treasure cave that had been hoarded for thousands of years.
In the center of the hall, there was a luxurious throne.
An old man with a totem of the sun and moon carved on his forehead was sitting on a luxurious throne.
Not only was the totem elder's Yuan Qi abnormally massive, but his bloodthirsty aura was also extremely rich. It was dozens of times richer than the Marquis of West Prefecture.
His cultivation had far surpassed the realm of a Martial Master and had even surpassed the realm of a low-level King Wu, reaching the realm of a mid-level King Wu!
According to his aura, he should be a Level 4 King Wu.
The Hall Master that Lin Yun encountered last time belonged to the weak stage that had just awakened, so Lin Yun could easily kill him.
But this totemic old man was different from the previous Hall Master. He had been awake for at least a few months, and although his strength hadn't recovered to its peak, he had recovered at least sixty to seventy percent.
Below the totemic old man, there was a large group of black-clothed bandits. All of them respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the totemic old man with pious expressions.
The Marquis of West Prefecture came in front of the totemic old man, cupped his fists, and said respectfully, "Elder, I have brought you the fifty martial artists you wanted."
The totemic old man nodded with satisfaction, "Very good. As long as I absorb their Yuan Qi and refine it in seclusion for half a month, I will be able to recover to my peak state."
"At that time, I will revive the Ming Cult and completely impart the Ming Cult's demonic arts to you. You will all become core members of my Ming Cult."
As soon as the totemic old man finished speaking, the entire cave was filled with rousing cheers.
"Long live the elder!"
"Long live the elder!"
Everyone in the cave was excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Bring the people here."
The Marquis of West Prefecture ordered the bandits behind him. The bandits immediately brought the martial artists in front of the totemic old man.
"Kneel!"
The bandits kicked the one-armed man's knee, and the one-armed man immediately knelt in front of the totemic old man.
The totemic old man extended his demonic claw-like hand and placed it on the top of the one-armed man's head. A strange power suddenly formed, sucking the one-armed man's Yuan Qi and life force out of his body.
"No … Don't … Ah!"
The one-armed man let out a miserable howl, and then his eyes turned white. His skin quickly withered, and his body shrunk, turning into a dried corpse.
Seeing this shocking scene, the other martial artists' faces were ashen, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
After sucking the strong man dry, the totemic old man took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of blood, "Next."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Lei was brought forward.
He resisted pointlessly while cursing at the Marquis of West Prefecture, "Marquis of West Prefecture, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost! I will cut you into eight pieces and dismember your body into ten thousand pieces! "
The Marquis of West Prefecture hurriedly rushed forward and stepped on Shi Lei's head, crushing his entire head into the mud. Only then did he calm down.
After Shi Lei settled down, the Marquis of West Prefecture personally brought him before the totemic old man.
Just as the totemic old man was about to suck Shi Lei dry, a faint voice suddenly rang out in the cave.
"Old man, your death is near. Do you have any last words?"
"Who is it!" The totemic old man's heart jumped, and he hurriedly turned his head in the direction of the voice.
Someone had snuck into the main hall, and as an expert of King Wu, he had not noticed at all. How was this possible?
Everyone turned their heads to look, and their eyes widened in shock.
There was no one on the ground.
The totemic old man hurriedly looked up and saw a youth wearing a black robe standing upside down on the ceiling of the main hall. His black hair was pointing downwards.
He had condensed Yuan Qi on his feet, forming a strong suction force on the soles of his feet. He was firmly attached to the ceiling, and would not fall due to gravity.
"Who are you?" The totemic old man asked with a frown. He vaguely felt that the youth in front of him was not as simple as he looked.
Everyone also looked towards the ceiling. The moment their eyes landed on the youth, all the martial artists' pupils constricted, and they revealed a shocked expression.
"It's you?" Shi Lei was completely dumbfounded.
"Why are you here?" Mu Sen also stared blankly at the youth.
Wasn't this youth the one who had retreated halfway through the encirclement plan?
Why was he here?
Did he specially come back to die?
Under everyone's bewildered gaze, Lin Yun fell vertically from the ceiling. His body adjusted in midair, and finally landed lightly on the ground with both feet.
With one hand, the skeleton sword appeared in his hand.
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