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"Two-by-two duel, if you don't have a weapon, let Ben Xian know, Ben Xian has some commonly used things here that you can barely use. Don't play tricks on this immortal, let alone many people besieging a person, this immortal is looking at it, and when he finds it once, he hums...... I'm sure you mortal ants don't want to know what's going to happen!" Like a boxing referee with a black whistle and a loud voice, Purple Wind Scattered Man read his rules to the people below in his arrogant and unquestioning voice. At this time, no one raised any objections, not even Wei Wuliang was silent, because even if he could beat that Purple Wind Scatterer, he didn't know how to leave this hateful ghost place.

"Finally, when you wait for the duel, the immortal will supervise and judge whether you win or lose, do you lose?" his voice suddenly paused, and then a purple light shot out, falling directly on Yinchen's body, and the three-layer undercurrent demon shield that had just been erected was almost shattered like tofu, pressing the purple light to press the silver dust directly to the ground.

“...... Just obediently fall to the ground and wait for the immortal to fall. "Purple Wind Sanren deliberately spoke vaguely. After saying all this, he floated quietly in the air, not saying a word or moving.

Silence was like an iron curtain, enveloping the remaining monks completely. And this silence is the best expression of fear. No one wanted to question the words of the Purple Wind Scatterer, because the fear that pervaded their hearts made them lose the courage to doubt it for a long time. Du Chuanchang cautiously glanced at the protrusions on the wall that were still squirming, and touched his chest and belly with palpitations, and his face, which had been dark, turned pale instantly. He turned his head to look at Feng Lieshan, only to see a treacherous divine light flashing in the other party's dark and pale eyes, and those unpredictable lights made Du Chuanchang's heart furry for some reason. He hurriedly turned his head to look at Wei Wuliang in the distance, and sure enough, he saw that the old man's eyes were still flashing with the confidence of a generation of masters.

Woe forced himself to calm down. He knew that it was useless to continue to go crazy at this point. Although he did not fall for Du Chuanchang's poison for the time being, he also knew that he had nothing to take advantage of in Wei Wuliang's hands. Rather than act rashly, it is better to observe in a low-key manner for a while, anyway, he, the master of the Heaven Slaying Demon Sect, still has a few tricks in his hands to press the bottom of the box, who is afraid of whom? The only thing he cares about is probably the twin brother next to him, unlike all the other demon Dao who have a cold nature, the calamity is even more painful for this younger brother than his own son.

After the scourge swept his gaze over everyone present again, he finally stomped his feet hard and made up his mind, and he couldn't help but drag his younger brother, the young man with a grim face who always held two slender knives, to the corner of the blood prison, muttering a lot of words to him, the young man with a dark face but more handsome than the scourge nodded lightly while listening, and a pair of amber eyes slowly seeped out of the crystal clear tears that the people of the Demon Dao could not have......

“...... From now on, you will be the scourge of the new generation, don't worry, Big Brother will definitely let you get out of this damn place alive......"

"Brother!" the young man's voice was filled with a heavy cry, and his voice was not so small that everyone else could hear it, and many of the monks turned their heads to look at them.

"Don't cry! What kind of system does the head of a generation look like this!" Scourge reprimanded coldly, his face was very cold, very dark, and very ruthless, and even became particularly strange in the eyes of his younger brother, as if the decades of family and kindness between them had been written off, but everyone present could hear it, his voice was trembling.

Du Chuanchang let out a cold snort of disdain, he looked at Wei Wuliang, and said in a cold tone: "Old man, dispose of him for me." He pointed to the scourge.

Wei Wuliang turned his head and looked at him a little surprised: "Huh?" He also stretched out his black ghost claw and pointed at the purple wind scattered people who were no longer moving above his head.

Du Chuanchang's expression changed, his eyes flickered slowly, and then he asked meaningfully, "How sure is the old man?"

Wei Wuliang smiled bitterly and stretched out three fingers: "It's just to defeat him, as for finding a way out......" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the purple wind scattered people above his head: "Don't fight the idea of this immortal, wait for the ants! Let's not talk about whether you can defeat this immortal, even if you are lucky, this immortal can control the entire blood prison! This immortal does not allow you to leave, what can you do?" His words made the underground monks' expressions change again.

Yes, the blood prison is in the hands of others, even if the force exceeds others, if they resist death and don't let us out, what can we do?

When Du Chuanchang heard Zifeng Sanren's words, he could only give Wei Wuliang a somewhat helpless look, and continued to point to the calamity. "The deity doesn't want to die here!" he thought silently, as he quietly pulled out two black bottles from his sleeve, and the sign of the skull eating artemisia grass on the bottles was so glaring.

Wei Wuliang closed his eyes slightly, and did not pounce on the war with the disaster at the first time, but thought about his own affairs. As a veteran Hedao powerhouse who had long been cultivated, he wouldn't think that Du Chuanchang's careful thinking could hide it from him. The moment Du Chuanchang gave the order, he had already understood all the thoughts of the disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"Sure enough, it's poisoned to the heart. Wei Wuliang secretly sighed. He had already guessed what Du Chuanchang wanted to do. It was nothing more than using the poison on his body to force him to sweep away the other monks here first, and then compete with Du Chuanchang for the last winner's seat, and finally Du Chuanchang used the poison on his body to "easily defeat" him, a big master who could almost fight to a tie with the Purple Wind Sanren, and win the only chance to leave alive. From beginning to end, he Wei Wuliang was a pitiful character who was played by Du Chuanchang between applause, who let him be poisoned by the Poison Dragon Sect?

Controlling people with poison is a method that has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years, and those who are proficient in such means must first be ruthless and unjust. Du Chuanchang's approach, compared to the rest of the Poison Dragon Sect, is not too despicable and shameful.

"But do you really think that under such circumstances, the deity will obediently obey?" Wei Wuliang's slightly closed eyes flashed imperceptibly a dark and fierce black light.

"If you can really fulfill the promises you made after poisoning the deity, the deity is willing to be driven by you, but unfortunately, you don't actually have the deity in your eyes, even if the deity really wants to help you a few times, you have always regarded the deity as a tool and a plaything...... The deity is a master of the Tao, when the southern expedition and the northern war were fought, you kid was still peeing and muddy. Buddha-figure ...... How can you really be treated as a plaything and an outcast!" Wei Wuliang thought so, and inadvertently saw Yinchen lying on the ground and seemed to be motionless, or more accurately, saw the extra square in Yinchen's hand. A surprising bright color flashed in his eyes.

"If there is that glory and wealth to enjoy, even if the deity has a strange poison in his body, he can still live and live, but now, everything is in vain...... Then the deity will teach you this boy of the Poison Dragon Sect well...... Demon Pavilion—no! Humiliation!" Wei Wuliang suddenly opened his eyes, and blue-gray lightning erupted from his pitch-black pupils, like a ghost in Senluo's hell. He didn't take another look at Du Chuanchang, but walked towards the scourge in a daze.

A vigilant cold light flashed in Du Chuanchang's dark green eyes. He keenly felt that the aura on Wei Wuliang's body seemed to have changed, becoming strange and uncontrollable. He secretly clenched the black medicine bottle in his palm, and only then did he feel a little more at ease: "The old dog seems to be a little unwilling! Is it because the deity has made you an outcast at this time? Hmph! The deity has indeed not fulfilled his promise, and the deity has admitted it, because in the teachings of the Holy Religion, there is no need to fulfill the promise to the dead! You old dog really thinks that the reputation of the Holy Sect's 'one promise of a thousand gold' came from? It is really naïve, and a lot of people live to the point that they don't know where to go!" Anyway, the deity has something in his hand that makes you submit, and the deity is not afraid of your backbone......" He thought so, and slowly walked towards the periphery of the crowd, pretending not to want to participate in the fight, in fact, waiting for Wei Wuliang to sweep away those low-level monks, so that he could finally easily defeat Wei Wuliang and win the opportunity to leave openly.

Du Chuanchang didn't think about what to do if Zifeng scattered people and rebelled now. In this bloody prison, he had no choice but to believe in every word of the Purple Wind Sanren.

Feng Lieshan always stood in place and stood by, his dark and blue eyes flashing with a wolf-poisonous and terrifying look, so much so that some of the Demon Wei Pavilion disciples around him turned away from him in horror. Compared with Wei Wuliang's determination and Du Chuanchang's ruthlessness, his abacus can be regarded as the most mature and reasonable.

"Du Chuanchang, that kid seems to want to threaten the deity with poison. Hmph, when will the deity, as an elder of the Demon Pavilion, be threatened by garbage like you? Don't think that if you have poison in your hand and poison the deity, the deity will be afraid of you! The deity has a secret weapon in his hand that is specially designed to restrain a fighter like you...... Isn't this all settled? The deity, but what about the man who really wants to swallow the treasure of the Purple Blood Temple alone! Even if the deity risks his life, he must get all the treasures, otherwise how can the deity explain to the teacher?...... With the treasure, the master will develop for a few more years, and it will be much easier to replace the idiot who wants to be the emperor every day with the demon heart!" he had such an abacus in his heart, and the hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but clench.

The minutes ticked by. The atmosphere among the monks is also quietly changing, and everyone knows that the time has come to defeat their fellow disciples and even the division commander in order to find a way to survive for themselves. No one would really think that they could survive if they failed like Silver Dust, because everyone knew that the purpose of the Purple Wind Scatter people was not allowed to kill people, that is, to use the fresh blood of these losers to perform some kind of ritual, some kind of ritual similar to the opening of the secret realm entrance of the Demon Pavilion, the ritual of blood sacrifice. Those who survived the defeat, even the weakest disciples who had disappeared into the Purple Abyss forever, and even more broadly, all those who entered the secret realm were nothing more than living blood bags in the hands of the Purple Wind Scattered People.

There is only one person who can live. Under the pressure of this zero-sum game, the monks looked at each other and could not help but slowly become fierce and hostile. They had already experienced the cruelty of cannibalism in the Purple Blood Hall to open the Purple Abyss Blood Prison Gate, and at this time in the Blood Prison of the Purple Blood Temple, they would definitely not mind coming again. As time passed, as the pressure of zero-sum games increased, they gradually abandoned the nihilistic belief that ranks, rules, teachers, morality, etc., could not be exchanged for life. Regardless of the right way or evil way, they all degenerate into worms at this time.

"Hey, traitor of the Purple Blood God Cult!The deity needs a spear, hurry up and fetch it for the deity!" Just when the atmosphere became darker and darker, a somewhat crazy voice sounded, abrupt and poignant, which made the Great Ben Sect Monks shudder. He stood in front of his younger brother, like an invincible wall, coldly facing Wei Wuliang five meters away.

Wei Wuliang's eyes were wide open, and the black pupils were filled with black mist, and gray-blue electric light flashed from time to time. He hid his hands in his sleeves, without a single hidden weapon on his body, and stood indifferently and gloomily opposite the scourge.

Zifeng Sanren mechanically patted the crescent moon box behind him, took out a spear from it and threw it at the feet of Scourge Ji, Booze laughed wildly, picked up the spear inserted into the soft ground, and with a flick of his wrist, he didn't even have any opening remarks, so he rushed directly towards Wei Wuliang.

The old man of the Demon Wei Pavilion in the Merge Period was not panicked at all, he didn't even blink his eyes, and as soon as his body flickered, he turned into a blurry shadow and rushed towards the calamity.

A thousand souls howled, ten thousand ghosts wept, and the transparent wind wrapped the spears and claws, colliding with each other in the blood-red dark space.

The taboo marksmanship has never been sharp, and it has never been crazy. The frenzy of the spear, which consisted entirely of straight stabs and contractions, was enough to sieve the vague ghost shadow that Wei Wuliang had incarnated through the city. However, how could a master of the Merge Dao be a powerful existence that a monk in the body stage could shake. Wei Wuliang swirled the transparent wind pressure in his hand, turned his claws into palms, and struck a wave of decay and decay towards the calamity. Wei Wuliang's Gangfeng was as hard as metal, with an aura of decay, and while it was vibrating, it slowly ate away at the body protection qi of the scourge, and under his strong pressure, the scourge actually simply gave up the defense, and completely went crazy and brandished his spear to attack the fleeting shadow. (To be continued.) )