The disciples of the Wusha Sect are not good at stubble, and when their strength is not as good as others, they just swallow their anger. Wild Sand Literature Network

But at this moment, there is a blood lord who has cultivated the blood sacrifice ** and controlled the blood cliff, and the blood lord Venerable Xuanyan supports them, so they are still afraid of a bird.

No matter how big these outsiders are, what kind of status they have, and if they break the rules of the Wusha Gate, then they should all be killed.

The disciples of the Wusha Gate are not unreasonable, they are the same as Xuan Yan, they are very reasonable, and they only killed those who had bullied them, and as for the rest, they entered the Wusha Gate and did not do any evil deeds.

Even the outsiders who are still alive are already covered in blood.

It was not their own, but their so-called companions, familiar or unfamiliar.

Under the pouring of blood, these living outsiders looked at Xuan Yan with their eyes, like looking at a demon god.

This guy is a little too ruthless, isn't he?

The geniuses of the major frontiers he killed this time were afraid that there were not one thousand, but eight hundred.

This figure is not shocking even to survivors who are accustomed to killing.

"What are you looking at?

"Our Blood Lord has been merciful enough to get rid of those who have insulted us. ”

"Don't forget, you've also broken the rules of my witch gate!"

"Hmph, the Blood Lord is willing to spare your life, then in the future, you must be obedient and obedient to repay his kindness!"

"Remember, the rules of the witch gate are not allowed to be desecrated!"

Perceiving the eyes of these outsiders looking at Xuan Yan, the disciples of the Wusha Sect raised their eyebrows and said angrily.

Yi Jue waited for how long outsiders came to Wushamen, how long they were bullied, and now, they are finally happy.

These Wusha Sect disciples looked at Xuan Yan with a look of gratitude and awe on their faces.

What is grateful is that Xuan Yan gave them this opportunity to take revenge with their own hands, and what is in awe is Xuan Yan's share and strength like a god and demon, and of course, his ruthless heart.

"Zhou" Fang Ping came to Xuan Yan's face, he instinctively wanted to shout "Senior Brother Zhou", but he reacted temporarily and said, "Blood Lord Venerable, what should I do with the rest of these people?"

Hearing this, Xuan Yan's gaze swept over the faces of the surviving outsiders one by one.

"Throw out of the Wusha Gate, if you want to leave, you can leave at any time, and if you want to enter my Wusha Gate and become a disciple of the Wusha Gate, you will do things according to the rules. Xuan Yan said lightly.

He's not a murderer, so there's no need to get along with these outsiders who haven't been in trouble.

Since they don't have any evil deeds, then it's just a matter of driving them out of the Wusha Gate, and if they want to become a disciple of the Wusha Gate, they must hold a token before they can enter the door!

When the disciples of Wushamen heard this, they even raised and resisted, and threw this group of surviving outsiders outside the mountain gate of Wushamen.

Strange to say, just after leaving the realm of the Wusha Gate, the pressure on this group of outsiders was immediately eliminated.

But they still have lingering palpitations.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, for a while, I don't know what to do.

They should have left, but they were reluctant to accept the Tianjiao Trial quota of Wushamen, which could be said to be the only chance they could participate in the Tianjiao Trial three years later!

In their respective Witch Lord Domains, the quota of the Tianjiao Trial has been snatched up, although their strength is good, but compared to those real Tianjiao, it is still a little bit worse.

Just when this group of surviving outsiders went or stayed, many people came to the foot of the mountain of Wushamen.

Judging by their dress and bearing, they should also be disciples of the DJI Domain, who want to come to Wushamen to fight for a place in the Tianjiao trial.

"Yo, what's going on? Wusha Sect disciples, why are they all dressed like this?"

"This blood, your own, or someone else's. ”

"It's almost a river, what's the matter, we're late, are the disciples of the Wusha Sect all about to be slaughtered?"

"Tsk, that's a bit of a pity, I still want to use the disciples of the Wusha Sect to practice my hands. ”

"Although this witch brake is weak and probably can't help us improve our strength, it is also excellent for building self-confidence. ”

"That's right, it's right, the wizard cultivates the witch way, and also cultivates the mind, and his self-confidence is strong enough, maybe in the Tianjiao trial in three years, we can also compete with those real Tianjiao!"

When the crowd saw the survivors who had been thrown at the gate of Wushamen Mountain, they were not afraid at all, but discussed with interest.

When the survivors heard this, they all lowered their heads, unwilling to be seen at their watches.

Once upon a time, when they first came to the Wusha Gate, they were just like these people, they were full of ambition and did not take a small Wusha Gate in their eyes.

But look at the present

This embarrassment is already their best result.

The best outcome is true, but what is the bad outcome?

As soon as the survivors thought of this, they all shuddered, needless to say, of course, they were eaten alive by the disciples of the Wusha Sect.

"We're not Wusha disciples. When a group of newcomers passed by, among the survivors, I don't know who it was, muttered like this.

"Not a disciple of the Wusha Sect?"

"Could it be that you're like me, you're here to win the Tianjiao Trial?"

"Heh, why is it like this, it won't even be able to enter the mountain gate of Wusha Gate, right?"

"Shame on you, look at us. ”

"Looking at your appearance, I'm afraid that if you enter the Wusha Gate, you won't have much chance to become the Tianjiao of the Wusha Gate. ”

The newcomers turned their heads and said mockingly.

The survivors frowned slightly, but no one spoke, but remained silent.

"Hmph, a bunch of rubbish!" the newcomers, in a cold voice, walked towards the Witch Gate.

Looking at their backs, the survivors all showed a smile at the corners of their mouths, they wanted to see how these newcomers could enter the mountain gate of this witch gate!

As soon as they reached the door, the group suddenly stopped their tracks.

"Why does it smell so much blood?"

"The Witch Gate has been destroyed?"

"Wouldn't it? Although this witch gate is weak, it is also prestigious, and there should not be many people who dare to destroy them. ”

Everyone sniffed lightly, and they already smelled the smell of blood in the air, and they looked at each other and said.

"Hey, whatever, even if the Witch Gate is destroyed, we can also rebuild a Witch Gate here, in short, the Tianjiao of this Witch Gate, Master, I should be decided!"

Then, he stepped into the Witch Gate.

"There are no more living people, Senior Brother Tianjiao, who came out to greet you!" this person looked unruly and shouted loudly at the Wusha Gate. Fupin Chinese