After pondering for a moment, Xuanmu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "As far as the master knows, although the Blood Demon Hall ranks at the bottom of the thirteen halls in Wanwu Valley, it is the sharpest sword in the hands of Lu Xuefeng, the valley lord of Wanwu Valley. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Master Wei once heard such a rumor, if anyone has the allegiance of the Blood Demon Hall, then he will have the strength to dominate the entire Demon Dao. ”

"What the master said is good. Lu Yu said: "The status and strength of the Blood Demon Hall in the Demon Gate is definitely not something that can be guessed just by the superficial ranking. It can be said that the Blood Demon Hall is Lu Xuefeng's most trusted group of subordinates, and it is also his greatest reliance to be able to dominate the Demon Sect. ”

Xuanmu Zhenren looked at Lu Yu and said in disbelief: "You are actually a person from the Blood Demon Hall. ”

"Yes. ”

A trace of hesitation flashed in Xuanmu Zhenren's eyes, and he asked, "Legend has it that the number of people in the Blood Demon Hall is not very large, but every member of it is loyal to Lu Xuefeng. As long as Lu Xuefeng said a word, they could pull out their swords to anyone, even if that person was their parents and relatives, they would not hesitate in the slightest. ”

"Since you are a member of the Blood Demon Hall, you should be Lu Xuefeng's most loyal believer. How could he betray Lu Xuefeng and throw himself into the door of my Nine Xuan Palace. How dare you say that there is a blood feud between you and Lu Xuefeng?"

"Because the disciple is not a real subordinate of the Blood Demon Hall. Lu Yu laughed self-deprecatingly: "To be exact, the disciple is just a reserve army of the Blood Demon Hall. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

Lu Yu didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically: "Since the master has heard of the name of the Blood Demon Hall, does the master know how the Blood Demon Hall trains and selects its subordinates?"

After pondering for a moment, Xuanmu Zhenren said with some hesitation: "Regarding this, the teacher has heard some rumors. ”

"Most of the rumors are not credible. Moreover, the disciple can guarantee that the real situation will definitely be a thousand times more cruel than any rumors. ”

Lu Yu's words made Xuanmu Zhenren's expression change: "Since this is the case, Lu Yu, you can tell the teacher to listen to it." ”

Lu Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

It was as if what he said next was an incomparably heavy burden that had accumulated in his heart.

"The methods used by the Demon Sect to train disciples have always been cruel, and the only law to abide by is the natural law of survival of the fittest. The strong survive, and the weak have only death. What's more, the Blood Demon Hall is almost the direct guard that Lu Xuefeng relies on the most, and the method used by the Blood Demon Hall to train disciples can be called the extermination of human nature. ”

"In order to cultivate enough subordinates and expand its own power, the Bloodevil Hall will collect thousands of children between the ages of five and ten in various parts of the south every once in a while to train them as a reserve army of the Bloodevil Hall. In order to keep it secret, and to cut off the retreat of these children, all the relatives and family members of these children will be slaughtered by the bloody hall. ”

What the!

The first fact that Lu Yu had just revealed made Xuanmu Zhenren angry and indignant.

Robbing children and killing relatives is a crime that is difficult to write in the eyes of Genmu Zhenren.

If what Lu Yu said was true, then this alone would cause tens of thousands of innocent people to die tragically at the hands of the Blood Demon Hall every time.

This is simply a loss of conscience.

As for the children who were snatched away, Genki Zhenren didn't have to think about it to guess what kind of purgatory would greet them next.

Thinking of this, Xuanmu Zhenren's heart was shocked, and his gaze at Lu Yu became even deeper.

What Lu Yu said alluded to that he was one of these children.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth and continued: "As a reserve army, these thousands of children will be escorted to the secret bases of the Blood Demon Hall all over the south in batches to receive the cruel training of the Blood Demon Hall. Of the 1,000 children who were trained as a reserve army, no more than fifty would survive to become a subordinate of the Blood Demon Hall. The cruelty and bloodshed in this is simply not something ordinary people can imagine. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuanmu Zhenren, his eyes flashing with hatred.

The cold gaze and the bitter hatred, even with the cultivation of Xuanmu Zhenren, could not help but be a little chilling.

The weather-hardened Genki Zhenren can recognize it at a glance, it is the real hatred, the hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Only those who have gone through real purgatory, who have tasted real pain, can give birth to such pure hatred.

With this genuine hatred as evidence, Lu Yu's words, Xuanmu Zhenren immediately believed most of them.

And with the change in Xuanmu Zhenren's attitude, he also developed deep sympathy and pity for Lu Yu.

It was impossible for Xuanmu Zhenren, who had been shocked by Lu Yu's cold gaze, to know that the real reason why Lu Yu was able to show such vivid pain and hatred was not at all what he said.

At this time, Lu Yu was enduring his grief and forced himself to recall the scene when Xue Wanqiu was besieged to death by a group of righteous path masters.

Lu Yu's hatred was actually directed at Xuanmu Zhenren and the Nine Xuan Palace.

Lu Yu knew in his heart that Xuanmu Zhenren was well-informed and sharp-eyed, if he simply pretended to be sad, Xuanmu Zhenren could see through it at a glance.

If you want to really deceive Genki Zhenren, you can only do it with real pain and hatred.

For Lu Yu, Xue Wanqiu's tragic death was undoubtedly the most painful and hateful thing for him.

What's more, Genmu Zhenren is also one of the murderers who killed his mother, and it is not too difficult to show hatred in front of him.

Lu Yu didn't take much effort at all, and he successfully provoked the hatred in his heart.

What is really difficult is that when this long-suppressed anger and hatred gushes out, Lu Yu must also control this emotion to the death, so as not to be carried away by hatred, his behavior is out of control, and he is seen by Xuanmu Zhenren.

Lu Yu gasped for breath, his fists clenched tightly, and even his body trembled a little.

This scene fell into the eyes of Xuanmu Zhenren, and it was clear that Lu Yu was swallowed by the hatred that had been pent-up for a long time, and he was in pain.

But in fact, it was Lu Yu who was desperately trying to control his emotions, enduring his grief, and trying to suppress his urge to avenge his mother immediately.

Lu Yu really wanted to now, regardless of his own situation and the gap between the two sides, he immediately shattered the Xuanmu real person in front of him into ten thousand pieces.

Lu Yu didn't even dare to look at Xuanmu Zhenren with his eyes, so as not to let Xuanmu Zhenren realize that his hatred was actually directed at him.

For a long time, this was the first time that Lu Yu took the initiative to recall this unbearable memory, and it was also the first time that Lu Yu deliberately brewed hatred for Xuanmu Zhenren and Jiuxuan Palace.

This hatred went straight to the depths of Lu Yu's soul.

And with the hatred comes a grief that even Lu Yu can't bear.

Even Lu Yu himself didn't notice it, with the emergence of memories of the past, while he wanted to break all the enemies into pieces, his face was already covered with tears.

This hatred and grief, Lu Yu did not cheat for half a point.

Xuanmu Zhenren looked at Lu Yu's grief-stricken appearance, and finally couldn't bear it in his heart and sighed.

"Lu Yu, you calm down first. ”

The fluttering words, infused with the true qi of Xuanmu Zhenren, directly blasted into the depths of Lu Yu's soul, like the Zen sound of Buddhism, quickly soothing the excitement in Lu Yu's heart.

At the same time, a sense of coolness also spread from Lu Yu's eyebrows, like a warm drizzle, penetrating into Lu Yu's whole body.

Lu Yu couldn't help but shudder, and the pain and hatred in his heart that almost devoured him actually faded away as quickly as ice and snow melted. Under the warmth of that coolness, his mind finally calmed down.

It was only at this time that Lu Yu felt something strange on his face. When I wiped it with my hand, I found that the handfuls I wiped off were full of tears.

This made Lu Yu a little shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect his concentration to be so poor, and after deliberately provoking emotions, he was so unbearable, and he was easily swayed by hatred and grief.

I have to say that Lu Yu is still a teenager in the end. The young man's temperament overestimates himself and underestimates the power of hatred and pain.

On the one hand, Lu Yu was surprised by his gaffe, and at the same time, he was shocked by the strength of Xuanmu Zhenren.

Xuanmu Zhenren didn't use other means at all, and just one sentence made himself, who was almost unable to control himself, quickly calm down.

It directly affects a person's emotional soul. This hand of Xuanmu Zhenren, in Lu Yu's opinion, is more like a soul-controlling technique that captivates people's hearts.

Moreover, Xuanmu Zhenren's hand affected him silently, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist at all, and he didn't even notice it in advance.

This is much more sophisticated than the soul control techniques that Lu Yu has heard.