C650 A Big Fool
C650 A Big Fool
It wasn't like they were in this field of research.
Lee Weilieh couldn't help but feel some resistance. He didn't want to go in, but how could Hee Feng let him go so easily? It was simply impossible!
What a joke. How could one person do such a thing? No matter what, one had to have a partner.
Even if one didn't remember, one had to have a partner. If one went in alone, other things aside, loneliness was a problem.
Therefore, Hee Feng would never let Lee Weilieh go!
"You brat, do you not want to go down?" Hee Feng frowned as he looked at Lee Weilieh and said.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Lee Weilieh quickly waved his hand and said, afraid that Hee Feng would misunderstand. He was really worried that Hee Feng would throw it on this desolate desert and let him run his own course.
"That's good!" Hee Feng nodded and said.
After that, he walked straight to the two dried corpses and looked at the two corpses in dragon robes in front of him. Hee Feng frowned and said, "In the past, Wang Xie Hall's former Yan flew into an ordinary family. This must be fate playing tricks on us. When you two were alive, you enjoyed all the wealth in the world. When you died, you ended up as a watchdog. It could be considered a cycle of karma! "
After saying that, Hee Feng waved his hand. In the blink of an eye, the two dried corpses, or rather, the puppets in front of him, were instantly put into his palm and entered the spatial zone.
No matter what kind of puppet you are, no matter what kind of control you have.
However, once you entered Hee Feng's spatial zone, even if you didn't want to break the connection between you and the outside world, you had to break it!
Suddenly, Sect Master in the Blood Sect felt that something was wrong. He suddenly felt that the connection between him and the two watchdogs outside the door had been severed, as if they had disappeared all of a sudden.
"Could it be that the dummies have lost their effectiveness?"
The young Sect Master of the Blood Sect said with a frown. He pondered for a moment before nodding his head. Indeed, it had been a thousand years since his grandfather's generation was born.
No matter how powerful the spell was, it was inevitable that it would become lax after such a long period of time.
After experiencing such a long time of erosion, it was understandable that there was a small problem.
Thinking of this, the young Sect Master of the Blood Sect felt relieved. He decided to go up and take a look a few days later, and then repair these two puppets. After all, after so many years, they had developed feelings for each other.
He was also used to these two dummies wearing dragon robes. They would always stand guard at the entrance and open the door for themselves!
Now that they had suddenly disappeared, how boring would that be?
It was just like an old house. After living in it for a few years, it was hard to guarantee that they would develop some feelings.
This was a normal situation!
However, Sect Master from the Blood Sect didn't go out directly. He was busy with his cultivation. Currently, his position in the Blood Sect was as stable as Mount Tai, and no one could shake him. This was also the reason why he did so.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds. All four elders had died. Although the strength of the Blood Sect had declined a little, it was still a great thing for Sect Master of the Blood Sect, because it was exactly the same as the other feudal dynasties.
The Blood Sect had been developing for so many years, and there were many factions in it. The four elders were the four major factions, and they were very powerful. Even Sect Master of the Blood Sect might not be able to suppress them.
In other words, Sect Master of the Blood Sect had to depend on the color of their faces. Otherwise, if the few elders joined forces, they would be able to flip him to the ground.
Undeniably, Sect Master felt that his position was a little unstable.
Normally, he would think of ways to reduce their strength, but he was helpless. The power of the Cultivator was his own cultivation base. This was what they relied on the most, and this cultivation base was his own.
What could he do to solve this problem?
He could only let them do whatever they wanted and think of ways to restrain them. However, he had gone out to seize the treasure a few years ago.
Although he had failed, Sect Master of the Blood Sect still cried after the news was sent back. He helped the elders wear mourning clothes and sent them on their way.
However, he was extremely happy in his heart. The few old men who were in his way had all died. He was now the undisputed leader of the Blood Sect, and no one could do anything to him.
The four newly promoted elders were considered weak, so they were not good at fighting. However, it was still possible to shout 'Double Strike Old Tie 666'.
The weak represented the weak right to speak. Normally, they didn't have the right to order Sect Master of the Blood Sect around, and they were timid and submissive.
They were afraid that one day they would offend Sect Master of the Blood Sect and let him cut them down or suck them dry.
Furthermore, as the new Sect Master of the Blood Sect, Sect Master did not have much ambition. He just wanted to protect his own land and be the king of the mountain!
He did not have any big ambitions. He had great ambitions.
Therefore, there was naturally no need to take the initiative to go out and seek death. There was no need for any generals to expand their territory, just like many feudal dynasties.
When dynasties did not need to expand their territory, they did not need any powerful Great Generals. On the contrary, the fewer such people, the better. This was because every one of them was an unstable factor.
Therefore, although the overall strength of Blood Sect had been reduced by a lot, Sect Master of the Blood Sect, who had successfully unified the internal structure, did not take it to heart. Was this considered a problem?
It wasn't a problem at all!
He didn't have that kind of ambition, and he didn't want to go out and fight!
What was the use of having too much strength?
It was good enough that they could suppress the group of rotten fish and prawns under his command. It was already good enough for them to be obedient and do their own things. There was no need for them to have much strength.
In any case, he had lived quite leisurely in this ancient tomb that had been passed down for countless generations.
There was no need to go out and cause trouble. The days of being free and unfettered were extremely comfortable. Who would be willing to go out and mingle with beautiful wives and beautiful women all day long?
Not only was it dangerous, but it was also easy to lose his life!
Sect Master of the Blood Sect, who had learned his lesson from the four great elders, had no such thoughts. He just wanted to be a rich and idle person. He just wanted to live a leisurely life and wait for death!
Then, he would let his own son or grandson continue to inherit his life!
In ancient times, people like him would be a muddle-headed ruler, an out-and-out muddle-headed ruler!
When the general under his command died, it was not to say how miserable his death was, but to say that his death was really good, and he did not have any great ambitions. He would always guard his own land, and even let others snatch that land.
If he didn't want to advance, he would just eat and wait for death!
He was deeply immersed in alcohol and sex. He was truly a big, muddle-headed ruler!
As a result, at this moment, there were hundreds of disciples of the Blood Sect, or rather, the members of the Blood Sect. As for their boss, he kept looking down on them. They were too useless. They only knew how to play and play all day long. If it wasn't for the fact that they wanted to maintain their rule... He didn't want to go against the current. If he didn't advance, he would fall back.
He probably even forgot about his routine cultivation, right?