For half an hour, the massacre of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate lasted for half an hour. Gong Huanyang watched this bloody scene with his own eyes. He wanted to close his eyes, but in the black-robed man's enchantment, even if he closed his eyes, he could see clearly.

From the initial struggle, anger, to gradually calm, the heart is like ashes. What Gong Huanyang has experienced, only he knows. In the course of half an hour, his heart was broken and reorganized, broken and reorganized, and reorganized.

The black-robed man's purpose was obviously him, and now Gong Huanyang also understood. In this formation, anger means that the black-robed man wants to infinitely magnify the dark side of his heart and release all his negative energy.

And he knew why he did this, and the resentment that had accumulated for years exploded at this moment. The black-robed man wanted Gong Huanyang to feel it for himself, the dignified pride of the sky, the disciple with excellent talent, completely blackened.

At the beginning, Gong Huanyang was indeed walking in the direction envisioned by the black-robed man. The anger reaches a certain level, and the inner thoughts begin to blacken. This kind of power is powerful that he didn't think about at all, and it can explode at any time.

As long as Gong Huanyang is willing to accept this blackened power, he can easily break through this enchantment and let the black-robed man get the end he deserves. But at a certain moment, Gong Huanyang's heart told him that he must not be used and confused.

The Holy Lord Muyang personally passed on, but not everyone can bear it. First of all, Gong Huanyang's state of mind was different from that of ordinary cultivators. And the firmness of his mind, which is not comparable to ordinary people, is superiority.

Therefore, under the constant stimulation of the dark red circle and the outside world, if it were replaced by another person, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago. But now, Gong Huanyang can still support himself with his own realm.

On the top of the main hall, the black-robed man and Tang Wanyou, the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, sat side by side, and the two of them looked at Gong Huanyang in the formation very leisurely, the kind of struggling and struggling to suppress the appearance really made them very happy, and he also had today?

"Don't suppress your most fundamental nature, you are actually a despicable person just like us, but you hide it too deeply and don't show it much. Gong Huanyang, I advise you to give up. ”

The seal continued to tremble, and Gong Huanyang's mind kept echoing the words that Mu Yang had said. No matter at any time and under any difficult environment, we must not forget our own heart, as long as we adhere to this, we can overcome it.

"Huh...... Even if you kill all the disciples of the Holy Sect, you will be angry. But on top of this great hall, with the purest power of the Holy Lord, you will not succeed. ”

The black-robed man and Tang Wanyou were indeed very cunning, and taking advantage of the situation like this did give them a chance. But their biggest failure was that they blocked Gong Huanyang in the center of this hall with a formation, but they helped him.

Hearing this, Tang Wanyou's brows furrowed slightly. Turning to the black-robed man: "I don't understand, why are you so obsessed with a little disciple?

With his hands behind his back, the black-robed man slowly stood up and walked towards Gong Huanyang: "Hehe...... Master, this is what you don't know. Why does Gong Huanyang have such determination, and such a powerful true qi?"

Turning his head and sweeping over Gong Huanyang, the black-robed man was ready to perform a killer move. He smiled coldly: "Gong Huanyang, your persistence is actually a very ridiculous thing, do you want to know why? Have you ever wondered where your talent comes from?"

"Everyone is selfish, do you think that the Holy Lord Muyang is really so great? Your body is the spiritual object generated in the golden lotus, but Mu Yang condenses you into shape with the qi of the gods. ”

Shocked, Gong Huanyang's brain was buzzing. But he told himself rationally that this was just a means of the black-robed man, and he couldn't believe it: "Do you think I'm going to believe your words? ”

smiled faintly, and the coldness was not concealed at all. The black-robed man continued, "If you don't believe it, then you can try it yourself. Why have you been able to hold out in my circle for so long, is it just your strength?"

His heart sank, and Gong Huanyang couldn't help but walk towards his train of thought. The previous scene reappeared in my mind. Why does he have a golden light on him? Why does he have the mark of a lotus flower? Is it true?

The black-robed man approached, lowered his head and said gloomily: "You think you are valued, but in fact, Muyang is just using you." This world is like this, powerful people can naturally make everyone surrender, but ......"

The words after that didn't come out, but looking at Gong Huanyang's face, he seemed to have understood. There was silence, and the aura on him was changing. If he becomes completely black, then everything will be even more out of control.

At this time, the expression on Tang Wanyou's face was wonderful. Frowning, as ugly as eating a fly. This guy even used him together, used him as a sought-after, and after occupying the Holy Sect, all the benefits were not his share.

"What are you going to do with him?" Tang Wanyou stepped forward and asked tentatively. The black-robed man didn't turn around at all, but said lightly, as a matter of course: "How to deal with it?" Of course, let him completely blacken, and then refine. ”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Wanyou's face was completely gloomy: "What do you mean? I said it at the beginning, do you want to break your promise now? Don't think that I am easy to bully, who do you think you are, dare to take advantage of this seat like this?"

With a wave of his right hand, there was a pitch-black dagger in his palm, and there seemed to be a small black snake hovering over it. A strange aura burst out. With a movement of his wrist, he was about to pierce into the body of the black-robed man.

Indeed, the dagger also successfully pierced, but in the next second, Tang Wanyou's face changed drastically. I saw the black-robed man in front of him slowly turn into a dark red blood qi and disappear. Behind him, it quickly condensed, and his tone was very eerie.

"Master Tang, we said before, but this ring is not included. Are you trying to preemptively strike? It's just a fool!" In the next second, Tang Wanyou only felt that his body was tight, and the whole person quickly hung up in the air.

The powerful force firmly bound it, and it could not move at all. Seeing this, the surrounding disciples drew their weapons at the same time and made a defensive gesture. The black-robed man said coldly: "You'd better see the situation clearly before acting." ”

Cooperating with Wandaomen, it's just that he thinks it's fun for a while, and he uses them as cannon fodder, and once something happens, he will better get out and leave. But now, Tang Wanyou actually dared to make the first move, an extremely stupid idiot!

"You...... Sure enough, I was fighting with the tiger. What do you want to do?" Tang Wanyou found that no matter how he struggled, the power of this restraint seemed to be deep-rooted, and he couldn't break free at all, so did he have to be at the mercy of himself?

I didn't have time to pay attention to this guy's noise, the black-robed man faced the center of the hall, and said lightly: "What? Until now, you still have to stand by? Don't you always attach great importance to feelings? Do you want to see death and not save it?" haha......

seems to be talking to himself, only Gong Huanyang, who is struggling, knows his purpose. His hands were bound, and he was torn between belief and doubt. It's just that the situation is so critical now, should we really continue to be in such a stalemate?

(End of chapter)