The Holy Lord changed color in anger, and all along, the cultivators on the rivers and lakes thought that the Holy Lord Muyang was not in the Holy Sect, so that in the previous chaos, the Holy Sect simply suffered heavy losses, but this time, they saw the power.

After the phantom of the Dharma phase spreads, it disappears little by little. The aftermath was so turbulent that almost everyone was unable to get up. Only the guardians of the Holy Sect, under the protection of Muyang's aura, could look at the embarrassment in front of them unharmed.

With a flash of golden light, Mu Yang's figure appeared in front of the disciples. With his hands behind his back, he gathered all his breath, and he was completely an ordinary person. Sweeping through the crowd, the latter reacted and immediately wanted to kneel down on one knee and salute.

But in the next second, Mu Yang directly lifted it up with his breath. Softly said, "In my place, there are not so many rules. What's more, these are extraordinary times, so you don't need these false tricks. What's going on now?"

Although Mu Yang already had a general understanding of the situation of the Holy Sect during the retreat, he also needed to be reported by the disciples as to why it had become like this. It must not be easy to suddenly come in so many people.

Hearing this, Shen Tai immediately bowed his hand and said, "Returning to the Holy Master, after your retreat, the disciples have always kept their duties, and even the sect rarely goes out. But in the past few days, a large number of people have poured over. ”

"The reason why the disciples didn't dare to open the formation easily and let these people in was because there was no way to determine what kind of state they were. There is also this person who is in turmoil, everything must be careful, and he does not dare to act rashly. ”

Mu Yang nodded, admiring Shen Tai's calmness and caution. In his senses, the aura of this group of people was indeed unusual. Why is there such a sudden influx of people? and their breath is so weak?

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Mu Yang perceived with strong spiritual power. He knew everything about the situation within a radius of hundreds of miles. Finally, in a flash of consciousness, the key clue was discovered, that is, the strangeness in them.

Opening his eyes, Mu Yang muttered, "Hehe...... If an ordinary person wants to enter my Holy Sect just because he is escaping the ripples, why is there a little bit of a different fluctuation in everyone's blood?"

"Holy Lord, have you discovered anything, or is there something strange about these people in the first place?" Shen Tai looked at the cultivators who were scattered in front of him, and some of them were already dying, and the doubts in his heart became even stronger.

Previously, when the Muyang Holy Lord sprinkled the earth with the power of the reincarnation flower and the power of the dragon spirit, he had already repaired the missing places in the plane, so it stands to reason that if there were no special circumstances, such a scene would not have appeared.

What was that little bit of blood red? Especially the eyebrows of each of them. That power, Mu Yang seems to be familiar, but now it has become very strange. Running around, it's elusive at all, isn't it coming for him?

At this time. The people outside the barrier still don't give up. Staggered forward: "Holy Lord, please, let's go in." We really have no choice, we are forced to have no choice but to come to you and give us a place to stay. ”

A cold smile, judging from the actions of each of them, it was not driven by their autonomous consciousness at all. No matter how much you try to behave naturally, it's a little stiff. Mu Yang has seen a lot of this scene, so he knows what is going on.

Glancing at Shen Tai, in the latter's doubts, Mu Yang said lightly: "As they wish, open the enchantment and let them in." As he spoke, Mu Yang's figure flashed, turning into a golden light and disappearing: "This hall is waiting." ”

It's very confusing, but that's what the Lord means. No matter what happens next, the Holy Lord will not be mistaken. So Shen Tai sealed his hands, and a magic circle gradually formed in front of him. The runes rotated, and the formation slowly opened.

"Senior brother, what are you doing here? Aren't you afraid that these people are plotters? The current Holy Sect can't stand the toss of these people. Is it really okay to open it rashly like this?"

With a flick of his fingers, a mark flew through the air. The golden light flashed: "All the disciples listen to the order, this is the order of the Holy Lord himself, let these Jianghu people gather in the Holy Sect Hall, and the Holy Lord will personally meet them and figure out the situation." ”

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to refute them immediately. Because everyone knows very well what kind of existence the Muyang Holy Lord is. Just one aspect can wipe out a plane in an instant, let alone these people?

So with a still somewhat uneasy mood, the disciples brought these seemingly seriously injured Jianghu people into the Holy Sect. Without stopping, they were brought directly into the main hall. Strangely, the Holy Lord ordered all the disciples to leave the main hall.

Half an hour later, several Holy Sect disciples walked on the corridor to the main hall with a group of Jianghu people. Although it was the Holy Lord's order, I was still a little worried, so along the way, I was a little uneasy. It just can't be shown.

At this moment, the crowd behind the disciples suddenly stopped. I saw that they stopped directly, and their bodies began to undergo some changes. The disciples turned around and looked at them suspiciously, "What's the matter?

"Drink... Drink...", a low breathing sound came from his mouth, and then the expression on his face quickly distorted. Boom, boom! Bursts of energy burst out in his body, and the whole person became extremely terrifying in an instant. Finally, there was an explosion of swelling.

Boom, boom! These people suddenly exploded. Blood mist flew in the sky. Many of the disciples retreated in panic. But the force of the explosion was too strong, and the speed of the blood mist was extremely fast, so it was too late.

At this moment, golden light appeared behind them. Like silk threads, many disciples are entangled. A surge of power took them out of the range of the explosion. The figure trembled, and the golden light disappeared, and then it stabilized.

The golden light flashed, and Mu Yang's body condensed. With his hands behind his back, he stared coldly at the blood mist in front of him: "Hehe...... It's been a long time. But now that you're full of tricks, let's show up. ”

The tone was flat, even with a hint of a smile. But the aura in it actually made the blood mist forcibly stop flowing. Slowly condensed a bright red figure. I saw that his blood was surging, and he looked very weird.

"Blood Messenger, I didn't expect it to reappear. You think that with the help of these people, you can completely hide the past in front of this seat? Do you think I can't see it? Tell me, what purpose?"

The blood envoy is just the clone of the Danshen Palace's blood lord condensed. He will not be responsible for the attack, only for delivering the message. But this time, because the Holy Sect's defenses were too tight, they had to be in a different way to get in.

"Master said that when he sees the light of day again, it will be the day of your Holy Father's disillusionment. Also, the pain you have poured on him, as well as the hatred that has accumulated over so many years, will be liquidated at that time!"

(End of chapter)