In the main hall of the sect, the corpses and severed arms were swept aside, piled up like a hill, and the blood-soaked ground turned dark red, which can make people's backs chill and creepy at a glance.

In the central position, a strange formation was carved with blood, and blood-drenched heads were surrounded in all directions along the formation, and two figures sat facing it.

Shaolin's Wunian master and Wudang's Tianji Zhenren.

Outside the formation, Zhou Zheng stood proudly, and there were a few people standing not far behind him, it was the head of the five major factions who was forcibly subdued by him to control life and death, the Black Eagle of the Dongchang Kamikaze Arrow Team.

The blood slaves were stiff, and Zhou Zheng let them hunt the disciples of the Yashan Sect and suck the blood in order to recover from the injuries on their bodies.

Now, the Yashan faction has little value, and after Zhou Zheng took control of the overall situation, he sentenced the Yashan faction to death in his heart.

controlled Zhang Yifeng, forced him to tell all the secrets of the Yashan Sect, especially the elixir materials that he had refined and improved his cultivation, and instructed Zhang Yifeng to prepare these things for his own use at any time.

For the rest, Zhou Zheng cares about him.

The most important thing at the moment is still related to the two heads of Shaolin Wudang. How to deal with them, is still waiting for an opportunity.

The two leaders who were seriously injured and the corpse poison entered the body seemed quite energetic at the moment, and the injuries and corpse poison were suppressed, needless to say, they all relied on Zhou Zheng's means.

And Zhou Zheng did this, and he had a plan for a long time.

There were two leaders who couldn't resist sitting in the formation, looking at Zhou Zheng and the subservient figure behind him, his shocked mind gradually calmed down, and his face was full of inexplicable complexity.

Master Wunian sighed first, and his tone was compassionate: "Amitabha." The donor's methods are so bloody and brutal, ignoring the common people, and killing other people's lives at will, he is not afraid of resentment and luck, and finally the people of the world are angry and condemned, and end up with a tragic end. ”

"The leader of the Demon Sect back then acted arrogantly and caused chaos in the world, causing turmoil in the entire rivers and lakes, and the final fate must be known to the donor. The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back. It's not too late for the donor to wake up to his sins and change his ways......"

Master Wunian "advised" with a compassionate face, and Zhou Zheng was indifferent after hearing it, but said lightly: "The great monks are really people who talk nonsense. If I were you, I wouldn't talk this nonsense, because too much nonsense can't change anything, and only absolute power can control everything. ”

"Just like your current situation, if you don't have the strength to resist me, it's useless to let what you say about the sky and the golden lotus surging from the ground, and you can't shake my heart and will at all, so obediently stop your mouth and die."

He has more than 500 years of memories of his previous life, as a big demon in the world of cultivating immortals, he has experienced many winds and waves, how can his heart be shaken without thinking about this great monk's words, and he already has his own set of rules of conduct, that is, the manifestation of the Buddha who worships in Shaolin, and he cannot shake his wanton and unscrupulous demonic mind.

In Zhou Zheng's eyes, no matter how good the bullshit of Buddhism is, there is no corresponding matching power to protect the body, and if you want to do the thing of subduing demons and eliminating demons, the final result can only be to feed the demons with your body.

Seeing that what he did was useless, Master Wunian could only sigh, full of helplessness: "The donor has a deep demonic nature, it seems that he is determined to be a devil, and it is impossible to turn back." Anyway, the old man didn't say more. ”

The Tianji Zhenren on the side did not speak from beginning to end, because he saw more thoroughly than Master Wunian, and from Zhou Zheng's words, he could feel that this person was a complete demon, and it was impossible for him to be influenced to turn back.

At this time, two red figures swept from outside the door of the main hall, and then landed in front of Zhou Zheng, it was the blood slave who went out to suck blood to recover from his injuries.

"The great monk doesn't need to say much, just keep his mouth shut. Because soon, you will also become the devil in your own mouth. Zhou Zheng saw that the time had come, and suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Master Wunian's heart trembled for no reason, and he said loudly: "What does the donor mean by this." ”

Zhou Zheng approached, and a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You'll find out soon."

Subsequently, seeing Zhou Zheng approaching the formation, his hands were sealed together, and he recited silently in his heart, and the formation was activated. The blood light surged, and the heads trembled slightly, and slowly a yin wind rose from the array, which was mixed with countless screams and terrible sounds, full of all kinds of resentment and resentment.

The Wunian Master and the Tianji Zhenren who were in the middle of it immediately trembled because of this change, and their complexions began to change.

"Psychedelic, the wind and ghosts howling, this is ...... evil magic"

Before Master Wunian could finish speaking, his whole body was invaded by the power of the formation, his eyes seemed to be engulfed by darkness, and he couldn't say half a word.

The blood slave's eyes flashed, and he approached under Zhou Zheng's order, raised his right arm and swiped it towards his left palm, immediately cut a wound, forcing out a few drops of bright red blood, which flashed with a strange light, as if it was squirming like life, and flew into the formation with a flick of blood.

Suddenly, the formation was full of blood, as if the entire hall was dyed red, and a bloody aura spread. After a few breaths, it shrank partially, and then the light showed a tendency to shrink from time to time, and sometimes there were mysterious rune spells appearing, Zhou Zheng's face slowly became solemn and solemn, and the seals of his hands changed rapidly, and one after another mana entered the formation, and there were more and more screaming and terrible sounds, followed by the sound of ghosts crying wolves, and the yin wind was great, among which the faces of the Wunian Master and the Tianji Zhenren who were sitting cross-legged changed more and more rapidly, and finally even began to distort, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

The heads of the five major factions and the Black Eagles were originally recovering from their injuries, but they were also deeply attracted by this amazing scene, and the fear of Zhou Zheng in their hearts became deeper and deeper......

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Meanwhile.

Yuyang Town, Dajiang Gang.

In a courtyard in the northwest, corpses were strewn on the ground, blood was everywhere, and judging from the clothes on their bodies, they were all disciples of the Dajiang Gang.

Wei Leng, the head of the third gear of the East Factory, stepped calmly step by step, with blood stains all over his body, his face was cold, and he held a silver iron fan in his right hand, and the sharp iron blade at the edge dripped blood from time to time, approaching Jiang Hailong not far ahead.

Looking at the disciples of the Dajiang Gang who came to intercept, Wei Leng swept over with an iron fan in his hand, ending the other party's life in an instant, his eagle-like gaze locked on Jiang Hailong, and when he saw that the other party had no way out in front of him, he smiled coldly.

"Jiang Hailong, you can't escape, you think you can stop me with your minions. Obediently follow me back to Dongchang, and fully explain how to kill Wei Lun, and maybe the Overseer can let you die a happy death. ”

Jiang Hailong, who was originally fleeing for his life in a panic, slowly turned around and smiled madly at Wei Leng.

"Let me go back to Dongchang with you, that's a dream. All those who want me to die, there is a price. ”

But after Jiang Hailong finished speaking, there was a strange rattle on his hand, which was just the size of a palm, and there were many strange patterns carved on it.

At this moment, the rattle was stained with Jiang Hailong's blood, and as his hand shook, the rattle made a crisp sound.

Just when Wei Leng thought that he was doing some tricks and was about to take down the other party, from a room next to him, several black shadows broke out of the door and suddenly landed in front of Jiang Hailong, and a dizzy and disgusting stench began to spread.