Control everything, let people's lives be as weak as ants in their hands. This feeling made the black-robed man very satisfied, and that crazy consciousness was repeatedly raised. The survival of this entire Holy Sect was extremely excited at his thought.

"Hehe... Ha ha...... Haven't you always looked down on me? The people in this Holy Sect, every one of them is the pride of the heavens from everyone, and everyone's background is very strong, and they have to pass countless tests to gain a firm foothold. ”

With a wave of his hand, the black gas filled again. There seemed to be a sense of familiarity to this hint of breath. When the Holy Lord returned from injury before, he had this bloody aura on his body. Gong Huanyang didn't move, just observed.

The black-robed man's brows were furrowed, and his face finally showed a clear and hideous expression: "And what about me? Although he is still recognized by the Holy Lord, he can only become a sweeping disciple of this Holy Sect, is it fair?"

Pop, bang, click! Pick up a disciple casually, the force in his hand increased, and then I saw a purple-black mark on the man's neck, the bones would break at any time, and the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood.

"But what about you now? If I move a hand, he'll kill me at my hands. Gong Huanyang, aren't you the most talented disciple? But is it your quick movements, or my quick thoughts?"

This scene was too bloody, Gong Huanyang's eyes were round, and they were full of bloodshots. He was helpless. As long as he makes a move, all the disciples here will turn into blood mist, Holy Lord, what should he choose?

"You have the ability to rush at me, don't involve other innocent junior disciples!" Gong Huanyang roared hard, isn't he just jealous of his talent?

Seeing this, many disciples were also sad in their hearts. They didn't deliberately bully the black-robed man at the beginning, but just used another way to make him hone his will. Because if a person is not right-minded, it is impossible for him to enter the Holy Sect.

But I never thought that things would turn out like this. At the beginning, the disguised blow was thought to be a kind of motivation, but the final result was that he actually got into the tip of the horns, and he couldn't get out until now, and it became even worse.

The power of the Dark Blood Curse, Gong Huanyang has already seen it. As long as there is a thought, the person who controls it will be at the mercy of him. But he also had a question of his own, why didn't the black-robed man simply cast the Stygian Blood Spell on him?

Calm down, be sure to be calm. The more at this time, the more Gong Huanyang can't mess up. The Holy Lord of Muyang is still in retreat, and it is impossible for him to help, so as a senior brother, he must lead his junior disciples through this pass.

The black-robed man ignored it, he was immersed in his own world. Holding a person's neck in his hand, dark red blood energy enveloped him. Suddenly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he thought of a fun way.

Bang! Bang! Throw it out, and the disciple slammed it to the ground. The black-robed man stared at them condescendingly. The current Gong Huanyang is no longer qualified to be on an equal footing with him, so he is too lazy to look at him again. His gaze swept over the crowd.

"Why? I was scared at this point of battle? I didn't dare to move? Aren't the people of the Holy Sect very rebellious? You used to bully me like that, and show your momentum. Have they all become locked-headed turtles now?"

Suddenly, one of the disciples raised his head and stared at the black-robed man viciously: "We know who you are, even if you are wearing a cloak. Unexpectedly, for so many years, the Holy Sect raised an ungrateful person and actually betrayed the sect. ”

"Yes, we are disciples of the Holy Sect, although we are not as good as Senior Brothers, but we will not insult the Master. Since you are not angry in your heart, then you will kill if you want to, why bother with so much nonsense? My Holy Sect disciple never gives in. ”

Now that the situation has reached such a point, they also know that there is no hope. So for death, suddenly there is no fear of it. Instead of letting the senior brother be humiliated all the time, it is better to give them a good time.

"Oh, when did you become so righteous? Why didn't you see it before? Don't think that I don't know you, the righteousness I say is awe-inspiring, but in fact I am afraid to death in my heart, but I have been reckless. ”

Sure enough, there were people in the crowd whose eyes flashed, revealing a weak heart. The black-robed man changed his words: "I can give you a chance, but whether you can seize it or not depends on your ability, how about it?"

As the saying goes, the strong survive in troubled times. If you want to survive, you must have a strong force that surpasses everyone. Therefore, the plan of the black-robed people is to let them kill each other, and those who stay in the end will consider whether to let them go.

"You stop me, I said, what's coming at me, don't make a move on the juniors!" Gong Huanyang was furious, but he couldn't do anything, he could only explode his anger in the roar, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all.

At this time, Tang Wanyou, who had always had an attitude of watching a good show, frowned. He stepped forward and said, "What are you doing with all that trouble?" But I also sensed that there was still a terrifying force within this Holy Sect that was ready to be unleashed, and it could not be delayed. ”

Today, a small sect like his Ten Thousand Swords Sect was able to stand on the square of the Holy Sect, on the one hand, he felt incredible, and on the other hand, he felt that if they didn't see blood under their swords, they would really be sorry for today's battle.

"Oh, then what does the sect master have to suggest?" The black-robed man didn't care about the life or death of the Holy Sect's disciples at all, so since someone had to do it for him, he would save him trouble. Turning his head to look at Tang Wanyou: "Forget it, I'll leave it to you." ”

In one sentence, it seemed that the life and death of the disciples of the Holy Sect were decided. Among the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, there is no good class. Since it is necessary to take advantage of the fire to rob, then there is no need to keep it. Prisoners of the lower ranks, without the qualifications to negotiate conditions.

Tang Wanyou raised a sneer on his face and walked towards Gong Huanyang. There was a shock in his hand, and a big knife rested on the latter's neck: "Senior Brother of the Holy Sect, the pride of the sky, the leader of the younger generation of all sects, hehe...... Amusing. ”

As soon as the words fell, the big knife was about to be chopped. But at this time, a force hit the blade and shook it away easily: "I said that you can move him casually? ”

Glaring at Gong Huanyang fiercely, Tang Wanyou also harbored a wave of anger in his heart: "Wait and listen, the people in front of you are all true and pure, but they are rare to see the top grade." No need to be polite, blot dry, and slaughter!"

"No......" With a heart-rending roar, Gong Huanyang felt that the whole world was dark. It was about to become the scene he had seen before. But there was nothing he could do, he could only watch the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suck up the disciples one by one, and then slaughter them all. He wanted to move, but an enchantment appeared around him, and pure black runes trapped him.

"How is it? This feeling is very good, isn't it? Seeing your juniors and relatives being slaughtered, you must be humming resentment, and you must want to kill me immediately, right? But this feeling of powerlessness makes you almost crazy, right?"

What he wanted to enjoy was Gong Huanyang's expression. This is the day that the black-robed man was waiting for. He was taking revenge, and he had to give him a taste of the feeling of being powerless and could only watch as everyone was disillusioned in front of him one by one.

(End of chapter)