Chapter 459 Mutation

Song Guangming gritted his teeth and glared at Zhang Yang, and bright red blood rolled down from his eye sockets.

"Don't be too complacent, do you think you've won?"

Zhang Yang looked at Song Guangming silently, the change in his mood made him no longer have any thoughts about winning or losing, and it can even be said that his heart at the moment is like a calm lake, without any waves.

"Song Guangming, I want to ask you, has Wutai Mountain disappeared a long time ago, and all the disciples on the mountain have also been killed by you?"

Zhang Yang looked at the yin spirits around Song Guangming, and could vaguely see their clothes from the bodies of some yin ghosts, which were worn by the Wutai Mountain sect.

Looking at the number of those ghosts, Zhang Yang already had the answer in his heart.

Song Guangming's eyes became more and more ruthless, and the pain made her clench her fists tightly, and her nails were deeply clenched into the ground.

"Hehe, yes, all those people on Wutai Mountain were killed by me, but so what? they all deserve to die, especially my eccentric master. ”

Zhang Yang pursed the corners of his lips and looked at Song Guangming with mixed tastes, and then looked at the ghosts of the Wutai Mountain disciples beside him who had been pinching her throat.

If this progress continues, Song Guangming will sooner or later be strangled to death by the ghosts of their brothers and sisters, maybe this is the so-called karma.

"Song Guangming, don't you have a little remorse?"

"Remorse? Why should I remorse, all of them deserve to die, you know? I'm not as glamorous as I say I'm going to be, and on Mount Wutai, those people aren't good people who support justice at all. Burning, killing, looting, all kinds of evil, all the villages under the mountain were looted by them, and even had to work for them, I watched many people add because these shameless scum stole food and starved to death in the winter. ”

Song Guangming, who had been full of anger, finally loosened his eyes, and the strong evil aura on his body was also dissipated with sadness.

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned, looked at Song Guangming in surprise, and glanced at those ghosts with mixed tastes.

Song Guangming got up from the ground with difficulty, he didn't want to look up at Zhang Yang like this.

Song Guangming reluctantly leaned against the big tree behind him, gasping for breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Those people on Wutai Mountain are not as good as you imagined, they do all kinds of evil, rape, kill, and plunder, and even search for beauties everywhere under the pretext of being beautiful. At that time, I didn't know anything, my parents had died in the war, and I only remembered these famous factions I saw from martial arts, and I felt that Wutai Mountain was the sacred place I longed for in my heart. So I didn't hesitate to carry my luggage and take refuge in Wutai Mountain, wanting to do something and help justice in the world. When I arrived on Wutai Mountain, I was indeed detected by the head of the sect at that time, and the spiritual root on my body was very good, so he made an exception and accepted him as a closed disciple. ”

Song Guangming suddenly felt a little sore in his throat, took a deep breath again, and felt that his breathing was a little smoother before continuing: "Zhongdu said that those real masters outside the world are all retreat and cultivation, and they will only go out after they have attained achievements, so I chose to retreat at that time. The head of Wutai Mountain was really good to me, and he gave me all the best resources, so that I could concentrate on retreat and cultivate well. I have been in retreat for 20 years, and when I come out again, I am no longer a young man, but a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes. I thought I was seeing the harmony and enthusiasm and joy of my brothers, but I didn't expect that what I saw was the dirtiest scene in the world. ”

As Song Guangming spoke, tears slowly flowed out of his eyes, and I left two long blood marks on my face with his blood, looking even more ruthless, like a demon at midnight.

Zhang Yang pursed the corners of his lips, and from Song Guangming's eyes, he seemed to be able to guess what a chaotic scene it was.

And what surprised Zhang Yang the most was that the picture in Song Guangming's mind was transmitted to his brain little by little.

I saw that there was fire everywhere in the picture, and those disciples wearing Wutai Mountain costumes were actually snatching the food of those people from one mountain village after another, and some girls were pulled out by them and thrown into a carriage.

The faces of those Wutai Mountain disciples were all as ruthless as robbers, and there were even some old people who kicked to the ground, cursing loudly and spitting disdainfully.

And the girls who loaded them in the car and collected them were all taken to Wutai Mountain.

There is a secret place in the back mountain of Wutai Mountain, and as the picture gradually becomes clear, Zhang Yang is even more surprised by the picture in his mind, and his jaw is about to fall to the ground in surprise.

It was like a holy place for cultivation, and it was a terrifying hell entirely.

I saw that in the secret place was a damp and dim place, and the depths were full of hard and cold cages, and the cries of girls were everywhere.

And what frightened Zhang Yang the most was that the ground was crawling with all kinds of poisonous insects.

The shape of these poisonous insects is very unique, some resemble centipedes, some resemble long insects, like monsters that stitch together the characteristics of all poisonous insects.

The ground was densely packed with poisonous insects, and the screams of the girls were even more miserable.

I saw a few people serving in Wutai Mountain slowly walking into this secret place, and the man led by him reflected his gray hair under the illumination of the light, but his eyes exuded a coldness.

As this group of people walked into the dark depths, the picture of Zhang Yang did not change, and he glanced at Song Guangming thoughtfully.

Could it be that these pictures were seen by Song Guangming hiding in the corner?

The picture finally changed again, and those people slowly came out of the depths, and something was dragging on their hands.

When the fire shone on that thing, Zhang Yang suddenly shivered all over his body.

I saw that they were carrying two girls in their hands, but their eyes that had no pupils showed that they had long since died, and what frightened Zhang Yang the most was that the mouths of these two girls began to squirm.

Suddenly, several fleshy white bugs crawled out of the mouths of the two girls.

A large amount of viscous green liquid spat out of the corpse's mouth, and as the men dragged it, the green liquid made a long mark on the ground.

Zhang Yang only discovered at this time that there was a pool of black solidified marks on the ground, leading directly to the outside of the secret land.

It seems that this is not the first time that such a scene has occurred, which is why the shadows on this ground have condensed so thickly.

As these people left, Zhang Yang's gaze finally moved, and it seemed that Song Guangming had walked out of the darkness.