Chapter 143: Everyone Has Their Own Ambitions
"Everyone has their own aspirations, it was you who betrayed the sect leader and allegiated to the sect leader of the Underworld Blood Sect, and it was you who knew his purpose but couldn't endure the pain and took refuge in him. People just use you as a pawn, and you also take what you need, you don't have to threaten me and pull a few of our brothers to be the treacherous ones. Isn't it enough that you have been tortured by evil spirits? Do you still have to wait for the mysterious person who doesn't know when he will appear? Brother Qin Han, don't be obsessed anymore, be loyal to the sect leader with us, I believe that the sect leader will definitely not give up on us old guys who have spent most of our lives for the Xuanming Sect" Seeing that Yu Tianchong was glared at by Yuan Qinhan and didn't dare to say anything more, Xing Xie Yun came out to confront him.
"Xing Xie Yun, you are clean, do you think that you can save your life by relying on a fine-skinned and tender-fleshed Prince Xu? Bore, who are you hiding behind, he can take our lives anytime and anywhere?" Obviously, everyone can't stand the pain of evil qi, and has accepted Wu Qichen's Blood Evil Pill, but he wants it more often.
This is not because he cares about the development of the Xuanming Sect and has to run for everything, but he has the greatest credit for the Xuanming Sect.
"Is he Wu Qichen that the third elder is talking about? If the elder is not at ease with Xiye because of him, then please give Xiye a chance. At most, for a month, the night will let him go back and forth" It turns out that these old guys have already been bought by Wu Qichen. He is fast enough, such a plan should have been laid out many years ago, but neither she nor Xiao Xiao came here at that time, it seems that time and space are still out of order, and Wu Qichen's ambition is not small.
"Sect Master, is this true?" If he can really get rid of Wu Qichen's control, it will be good no matter what? Over the years, he has tried every means to get the yin blood of those women for Wu Qichen, and he is so tired that he has no intention of cultivating at all. Although he did not kill those women personally, the deaths of those women are also inseparable from him.
Every time I dream, I dream that my hands are stained with blood, and my soul is asking for my life. He used to be fat but he was gentle, but now he has become a fat, ugly and vicious fellow, and even he spits on himself.
But there are too many temptations in this Hongchen, and he doesn't understand the scenery and benefits when he is in power, and now he is really reluctant to give up on him, so when Han Zigui proposed that he could relieve all the evil qi on his body but there was a possibility that he would lose all his strength, his heart did not waver.
"If we don't have Wu Qichen's other internal responses in the Xuanming Sect, and no one reports to him, I promise to let him disappear from the world in a month, even if someone reports the news, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal, the matter is bigger, the casualties are bigger, anyway, the sect leader still wants him to go back to the ground, it's my brother who is Xiye, and I won't let him be hurt, but from now on, there will definitely be no good end for those who betray my Xiye." What is refining into a bone soldier or something, it's too cheap for him, I will refine him into an elixir and feed it to the dog" The fair-skinned plain hand, a suction force sucked a man with a hidden head and tail to his side, and a wisp of Dan fire directly set the person on fire. The strange thing is that the person did not scream or shout, the flesh burst like a wall, but not a trace of blood flowed out, and the whole piece of flesh fell down like mud, revealing a turquoise skeleton.
Obviously, this disciple is not a human being, he is a spy mixed in with the Underworld Blood Sect.
The stiff mask could not see the expression, the voice was faintly cold without a trace of affection, and Han Zigui's words were also fluttering, but that fire burned every disciple's heart, and his sentence that a brother will not let him be hurt was clearly and coldly reflected in everyone's heart