"What?" Lei Wanshan was taken aback.

In Qianzhongling, it is true that the strong are respected, and many family schools are indeed dependent on other forces, but that is only attachment, but what Ling Chuxi said is attachment, once they are attached to Jian Xinliu, then their so-called bloody sect will exist in name only, and they have become the disciples of Jian Xinliu, Ling Chuxi let them go east, they can't go west, let them kill chickens, they can't chase dogs, it's no different from domestic slaves. Even, even life and death were indirectly controlled in Ling Chuxi's hands.

"You have only one choice." Ling Chuxi looked at his expression, somewhat guessed what he was thinking, and said lightly.

Behind Ling Chuxi, Gongxi Crazy Knife slowly wiped the Eight Desolations War Knife, his eyes swept over Lei Wanshan's throat, chest and other vital parts, seeing the blood dripping from the battle knife, Lei Wanshan's heart trembled, and wherever he swept his gaze, it was as cold as being swept by the blade.

Zhang Yuhong was standing behind Gongxi Crazy Knife, holding the Jiaowei Guqin in his hand, smiling very innocently, but his eyes were very unkind to a key part of Lei Wanshan's body.

Lei Wanshan's heart trembled, and he instinctively clamped his legs. Don't look at that little white face smiling harmlessly, Lei Wanshan knows how ruthless this guy is.

Lei Wanshan looked at Ling Chuxi and suddenly noticed a figure behind her.

Looking at the slender figure, the long flowing and mysterious silver hair, the indifferent tranquility outside the world, and the arrogance of ignoring all things, Lei Wanshan's heart sank.

If he remembered correctly, from the time he arrived until now, the man had been standing there, motionless, as if no one else, including himself, had existed.

Looking at Huangfu Qingjue, Lei Wanshan suddenly felt a burst of depression of poor breathing, as if in front of him, he was as small as an ant.

Silver-haired, silver-haired...... A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Lei Wanshan's mind, remembering an ancient secret legend in the family. Could it be them?

"Have you figured it out?" Ling Chuxi asked.

"I'm willing to belong to Kenshin Flow and follow the Lord." Lei Wanshan woke up and said. There was some imperceptible excitement in his voice, and if it was really them, this time, it was a big opportunity for him.

"That's good, you all go, as long as you sincerely belong to my sword heart, I will never treat you badly." Ling Chuxi said.

The strength of these people is already good, as long as they are sincerely attached to the Sword Heart Stream, with the elixir of the Jin Dan Sect and the cultivation treasure land with abundant spiritual energy, it is not easy to help them improve their strength, but whether they can seize this opportunity depends on themselves.

"Thank you for not killing." Lei Wanshan took his subordinates and helped each other to go.

"Sect Master, isn't it too cheap to let them go like this? I know the temperament of these people, and they will be capricious, but I am afraid that they will not be so easy to attach to us, and maybe they will find ways to retaliate. Looking at the figure of Lei Wanshan and the others leaving, Zhou Kaitai said worriedly.

"That's true, my lord, in my opinion, it is better to poison them, the kind of one of us last time." Miyanishi licked his lips as he spoke, as if he was looking forward to it. That kind of fun that life is worse than death, how can they be enjoyed by a few of them exclusively, and they should be allowed to share it with others. Imagining the tragic situation of the Bloody Demon Sect Gang falling to the ground to survive and not being able to die, Miyanishi Crazy Knife was extremely excited.

I have to say that basing one's happiness on the pain of others is not Lan Xinyu's patent.