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Looking at the side of the blood pool again, I saw a series of figures lying around the blood pool, these people were fixed and couldn't move at all.

The messenger saw that there was a cut in the necks of these men, and blood spurted out of the veins between their necks, and the blood flowed into a small groove beside them, and then all flowed to the pool of blood in the middle.

He could still see the blood passing through the little grooves, and he seemed to see a faint flash of light in the small grooves.

"Formation?" the envoy was shocked.

He only came back to his senses at this time, there should be a formation under this blood pool, not only under the blood pool, even these small grooves are obviously a magical formation.

The arrangement of these grooves is obviously arranged according to some kind of magical formation, and finally merges with the blood pool in the center, it is a complete large array, and such a large array should have taken countless efforts.

No matter how he said it, he was a master of the Void Martial Realm, even if he was not very proficient in the formation, he could still see the magic of the formation.

It is precisely with these formations that this is not simply killing people to extract blood.

Otherwise, simply killing people and taking blood doesn't need to be so troublesome.

"Could it be that the master of the sect is cultivating some kind of world-shattering magic?" the envoy thought to himself.

It is not uncommon for the blood of living people to be used as an introduction to the exercises in the rivers and lakes, and they are generally exercises that belong to evil demons.

The lowest end is to use blood directly, and the slightly better exercises are treated blood, perhaps with the assistance of some pills and the like.

The top is naturally the refinement of the formation, plus all kinds of means, the greater the price paid, then it means that the more powerful such an exercise is.

Now that the Demon Sect is secretly doing this in this place, so that outsiders don't know about it, it can be seen that this exercise is definitely not simple.

These exercises that use blood as an introduction, once discovered by the so-called famous and decent people in the rivers and lakes, will definitely be listed as the devil and will be wanted and hunted down.

However, the Demon Sect is originally a Demon Dao Sect, and it is also a very famous sect in the Demon Dao. Its own strength is not weak, and with the Heavenly Demon Hall as a backer, even those righteous and famous families do not dare to really make a move against the Mixed Demon Gate.

This is the confidence, so even if he uses this blood to cultivate the exercises, there is not a trace of resistance in the envoy's heart, and if he were him, he would do the same.

As long as you can improve your strength, what can't you?

He was even thinking that the sect master's exercises didn't know how powerful they were.

After all, he is a member of the Demon Sect, and the stronger the sect master's strength, the more their disciples will naturally rise with the tide.

Some of these people who were immobilized for bloodletting still had the strength to curse angrily, and some of them were already dying.

After all, such bloodletting simply can't last long.

By the time the fifty people above went down to the pool of blood, the people in the previous batch were all breathless, already dead, and their blood was drained.

Soon, a disciple of the Demon Sect carried the corpses out.

Of course, these fifty people knew that they would not survive, but at that time they were locked in an iron cage, and this blood pool was three feet below the ground, and they still couldn't see it.

At first, they didn't know much about how to die.

It's just that when they saw those dead people being transported out, they saw that there was a sword mark on the necks of those people, and they heard the angry scolding and begging for mercy of those people, and after knowing that they didn't die all at once, they already had a faint guess in their hearts, after all, they were all people in the rivers and lakes, and of course these could be imagined.

But at that time, it was just a conjecture, even if it was a great possibility, they still had a trace of fantasy in their hearts.

Now after really seeing this scene, some of them are desperate, collapsed to the ground, and it is difficult to move a step, and some people laugh out loud, and seem to be somewhat relieved, after all, they fell into the hands of the Demon Sect, and they were abolished martial arts, and it is already difficult to escape death, it is better to be freed as soon as possible, and they can be reunited with the brothers and relatives who died in the door.

Everyone's reaction is different.

However, the final result of them was the same, they were all fixed by the disciples of the Demon Mixing Sect next to the blood pool, and then the blood vessels were cut between the necks of each of them, and blood spurted, just like the previous batch.

"Good, good!" the messenger saw this, his face glowing with excitement.

He didn't know what it was for, but it was definitely useful to the door master, so he was naturally excited.

He didn't care about killing, he was a man in the Demon Dao, he killed people like hemp, what was it to kill fifty people like this? Even if it was five hundred, five thousand, he wouldn't blink his eyes.

However, he still hasn't tried such a large-scale bloodletting, and now that he sees it, his mood is a little surging, as a person in the Demon Dao, he is also thirsty for killing.

The steward ignored him, his eyes fixed on the pool of blood, staring at the changes that appeared in the pool of blood.

After staring at it for a while, the steward's brow couldn't help but lock.

The disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect on the side naturally noticed the change in the steward's expression, and also felt the change in his aura.

At this time, there was a terrifying aura that made people palpitate on the steward's body, and the disciples here were already very clear about the change in the steward's aura, and they knew that the steward was very dissatisfied at this time.

However, this envoy did not know much, after all, he had not been with the steward, and he did not know the temper of the steward.

He only felt that the power of the steward was a little stronger, and he didn't care too much.

"How many disciples are there who have committed the crime?" asked the steward suddenly and lightly.

At the beginning, the martial arts realm master who went to report hurriedly said: "There are eleven people who are still imprisoned for violating the door rules, including four in the half-step martial realm and seven in the peerless realm. ”

"So little?" said the steward, in a low voice.

"The last batch has already been sacrificed last time, this time the time is still short, and now the disciples dare not have any dissent, so the number is not much. The martial arts master hurriedly explained.

"Sacrifice!" said the steward without the slightest emotion.

"Yes!" When the disciples on the side heard this, someone turned around and left.

The envoy was shocked, he had already understood from these words, this was to deal with the disciples of the Demon Sect in the same way.

Before he could think about it, he heard a cry from above, begging for mercy.

When these eleven people were escorted down, after seeing the steward, they immediately knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Waste!" A disciple of the Mixed Demon Sect on the side saw that the steward didn't say anything at all, and he didn't even look at them, so he knew that the steward's order did not mean to be withdrawn.

The screams couldn't help but sound, these eleven people were abolished all of a sudden, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, his face was like ashes, what is the difference between being abolished and dying?

These eleven people were also fixed next to the blood pool just now, just like the fifty people in the rivers and lakes just now.

"Okay, you also have today, haha~~" When the people in the rivers and lakes on the side saw that the disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect were the same as themselves, they couldn't help laughing, but this laughter was already a little weak.

Regardless of whether these people have done anything to their own sect or not, these people are still disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect, and they hate the Mixed Demon Sect, so naturally they hate all the disciples of the Mixed Demon Sect.

Now seeing these people being killed by their own people, they still have some joy in their hearts.

"And you, you will also have retribution, it's not that you don't have retribution, it's just that the time hasn't come yet, Lao Tzu is just going first, and he will wait for you at Lord Yama to see how you die......" Someone shouted at the steward, as well as those disciples of the Demon Sect who were standing.

"I don't want to die~~spare my life~~" There are always some people who are unwilling to die.

"Lord Steward, even if you add eleven of them, I'm afraid it's still not enough. The subordinate of the martial realm master spoke up.

He had already reported to the steward just now, and then the steward came over in person, and he thought that the steward had a solution in his heart, but now it seems that he has thought of a mistake.

"That's right, Lord Steward, didn't you just say that there is a lack of a master of the Void Martial Realm, or ten half-step martial realms, there are four half-step martial realms here, but those seven peerless realms are not worth six half-step martial realms, right?"

Of course he is worried about these now, after all, this is a major matter of his own demon sect, if it fails, wouldn't it be a pity, if it affects the demon skills of the door master, it will really be damned.

"yes, I can't. So, what do you have to do?" the steward asked, turning his head to the messenger, and faintly.

Hearing this, the envoy was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the steward to suddenly ask himself.

There are so many other disciples of the Demon Sect here, and there are also masters of the Martial Realm realm, so why can't it be their turn, right?

However, since the steward had asked a question, he did not dare not fail to answer.

So he smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Lord Steward, the subordinates here don't know anything about it, so what can be done?"

"You have it. The steward said again, and as he spoke, his gaze glanced at the Martial Realm subordinate beside him again.

The envoy was stunned, and he didn't quite understand what the steward meant, how could he do anything, just like he said, he didn't know anything about the death here, and what solution could he propose?

Those people in the rivers and lakes who were arrested have all been sacrificed, even the disciples of the Demon Sect who committed crimes are counted, do you want to count some disciples who have not committed crimes?

Such a method, he just thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, otherwise the disciples of the Demon Sect here wouldn't tear themselves apart.

But before he could come back to his senses, the martial arts master on the side pressed one hand on his shoulder, and the strength of this hand was like ten thousand catties pressing on him, making him unable to move a single step.

The messenger's face changed dramatically, and he cried out in horror, "What does this mean, Lord Steward?"