There are many doubts, no matter how worried Gong Huanyang is, after all, he is still a mortal body, so there is a time when he reaches the limit. Coupled with the previous battle, his consumption was no less than that of Muyang, so he was finally tired.

The nerves were too tense, and Gong Huanyang knew that he should also relax. So when exhaustion hit and drowsiness swept through his consciousness like a flood, Gong Huanyang didn't hold on, at least to make himself in a good state.

This night, Gong Huanyang slept well. Around his secret room, there were different degrees of spirit stone enchantments. Ordinary cultivators couldn't approach it at all. This is a measure that Muyang has prepared in order to give the Holy Sect one more guardian.

Opening his eyes, Gong Huanyang carefully felt his body. The true qi in the meridians began to flow smoothly, and the spirit could be regarded as recovering. This formation is really good, and the recovery effect is amazing.

It's just that Gong Huanyang reacted suddenly, how long has he been sleeping? Almost all of his consciousness before falling asleep is gone, is he really tired to this point? He didn't have the slightest vigilance? Why?

Standing up, his face was serious, his hands were sealed, and he easily opened the enchantment. After a flash of light, he stepped out of the barrier, and as usual, there wasn't much change outside of the barrier, but it didn't feel right.

When the door opened, Gong Huanyang's face changed. I only felt the smell of blood in the air. But this one is not strong, more of a carrion smell. Why is this happening?

At this moment, a figure slowly walked towards him. This is a disciple of the Holy Sect. I saw that his face was expressionless, and he even staggered a little when he walked. Looking at Gong Huanyang's eyes, there was no fluctuation, and even the movements were very mechanical.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you, what's going on?" But for a while, I won't be able to say it. In the next second, Gong Huanyang stepped forward and grabbed the shoulder of the person in front of him.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you become like this? "Shake, shake, shake. But the man didn't seem to feel the slightest bit anymore. In the next second, the purple meridians on his face appeared, becoming very hideous.

Seeing this, Gong Huanyang went out with a palm. There was a muffled bang, and the person in front of him quickly stepped backwards. But at the same time, a dagger appeared in his hands. Thunder pierced Gong Huanyang's heart. The latter instinctively dodged it.

Poof! Gong Huanyang's eyes widened. The dagger was held in his right hand. A strange pain spread. He took two steps back and staggered to his knees: "Who are you, and why are you like this?"

When the words fell, he saw that the person in front of him suddenly turned into a cloud of flying ashes and disappeared in front of his eyes. At the last moment, Gong Huanyang clearly saw that there was a trace of guilt in that person's eyes, and he should not be able to control himself.

The blood was still pouring out, and it soon turned purple and black. Staggered to his feet, the spatial aura around him was wrong. The light and shadow flashed, and there were many more corpses in front of Gong Huanyang, all of whom were disciples of the Holy Sect.

Reluctantly, struggling to step forward, Gong Huanyang knelt on the ground and looked at many juniors and disciples in disbelief. An irrepressible anger welled up in my heart: "Why! Why did it become like this? What happened overnight!"

In the midst of extreme anger, why did so many disciples suddenly die? Aren't there powerful enchantments around the Holy Sect and on the periphery? Why did such a thing happen? Unexplained death.

Gong Huanyang didn't notice that just when he was angry and sad, there was a dark red qi behind him trying to approach him. But there seemed to be a mysterious mark on his back that he could dissolve every time.

Bang, bang, bang, the energy continued to crash in the space, and there was a golden light on Gong Huanyang's body, and the lotus imprint on the vest was even more obvious. That's when he felt it too. Standing up, turning his head, his face was completely gloomy.

As soon as his footsteps turned, he didn't care that his body was still dripping with blood. The hands are sealed, and they are stretched out in an instant. The mark of the lotus flower swayed, and the golden light offset the oppressive aura around it. However, a phantom figure quickly condensed in front of him, which was very strange.

But at this moment, for Gong Huanyang, his heart is in severe pain. He would never have imagined that this would be the case. Although the strange but very familiar face in front of him was the one who hit him the hardest.

"Why? Why did you do this? Where did the Holy Sect feel sorry for you? All this time, we all treated you as one of our own. As long as the person who enters this Holy Sect, I, as a senior brother, will never be partial......"

"Shut up, you still have the face to say that you are a senior brother? The Holy Lord didn't take me seriously from the beginning. From the beginning to the present, all the resources in the sect, all the superior treatment, are only given to you alone. ”

The dark red phantom said angrily, "Okay, since I can't get the attention of the Holy Sect, then I can only rely on myself. I don't believe that without his so-called Holy Lord, I would not be able to survive in this plane. ”

The words are full of unwillingness and resentment, which can only be said by a person who distorts human nature. Gong Huanyang has been completely disappointed. Facing the person in front of him, he shook his head: "Since this is the case, I have nothing to say." ”

With a little footstep, a golden light condensed in his hand, and thunder rushed towards the dark red phantom. But when his offensive directly pierced through the phantom, the other party had no effect at all. looked at him ridiculously, his eyes full of disdain.

At the same time, in the secret room of the Ten Thousand Knife Gate. Tang Wanyou sat opposite the black-robed man. The former looked at the person in front of him, still a little skeptical: "Are you sure this can be successful?

"Huh...... Master Tang, since you want to do great things, how can you do it without a little adventurous spirit? If you don't believe me, then I can also change a partner immediately, and I don't necessarily have to look for you. Did you say yes?"

The tone was faint, without the slightest flaw. It takes a strong heart to stabilize yourself in this chaotic situation. And Tang Wanyou is indeed a very ambitious person, so since there are people who want to cooperate, then ......

"Tang Sect Master, please put ten thousand hearts, Infernal Illusion, it was originally the secret technique of the Holy Sect. It's just that I changed my character. As long as he is immersed in it, he can't break it. He will only think that everything is because of him. ”

Hearing this, Tang Wanyou's face showed a touch of excitement. The words have already been said for this, if he twists and squeezes again, will it look too unimpressive? ”

Sometimes things really go so smoothly, and Tang Wanyou is also a crazy existence many times. Even if he still has a lot of doubts about the person in front of him, even if he is seeking skin with the tiger, he has to give it a try and break the current situation.

(End of chapter)