The fifth son didn't expect that he would be so memorized.

When he touched the sect weapon, he did not feel the same bloodline as he imagined. It conveyed an extremely strange sticky feeling, and it seemed that a domineering force stole his skin to absorb power.

And the speed is extremely fast, but after just a moment of touch, the fifth son felt a small cluster of spiritual power being pulled out of his body. And he felt that the domineering power was quite arrogant, as if he wanted to bring him along with his foundation.

It's like turning away.

He thought something was wrong and quickly wanted to withdraw his arm, but unfortunately it was too late. He found that his palm was trapped by the "greedy" power, and he kept sucking his spiritual power, and he could not escape at all.

This, what's going on?!

But in a flash, his face had been sucked white, as gray as if it was a dead person.

What did that guy do to Zongqi?

Even though the fifth son has always been cold and self-reliant, he still starts to feel uncontrollable in the face of such a situation.

Perhaps because he did too much trouble, he easily disrupted his position.

When a person panicked, he began to become unreasonable. The fifth son was no exception. He had never asked for help and scolded his followers not far away.

"Bastard, what are you doing? You are still here to save people and you are entangled with them? I have killed them all!" Perhaps he had already foresaw something, and he began to speak incoherently and openly scolded the fifth one.

The children of the family come.

Others who were already tired of dealing with Mingyue Sect were confused when they heard the words of the head of the family and didn't know what to do. Should they listen to the other party's words or shouldn't they listen?

Of course, some people are close to each other and see the whole process with their own eyes, so they naturally know the reason. But...

"Master, that's it, that's the altar! I can't wait to get in..." The people outside were afraid and anxious. Seeing that the fifth son's face was as white as gold paper, he was at a loss, and he continued to avoid the attack while still trying to avoid the attack.

The disciple of the Mingyue Sect who came here.

The protection on the altar is not something that foreigners or people with thin blood can touch at will. At that time, not to mention that they did not die under the disciples of the Mingyue Sect, they were retaliated against by their own bans. Therefore, they saw the fifth one.

Everyone was so angry and anxious now that they were panicked.

As for the people from the Mingyue Sect... the people from the Mingyue Sect don't care about this at all.

Those people in the Mingyue Cult are the murder machines specially cultivated by the Mingyue Cult. They came here to kill people. The death of the leader did not have any impact on them. The death of others was not abusive to them, and they were not accustomed to them.

They can kill one more family of aristocratic families and are completely unmoved.

But the two groups of people except them are not wood, and what they see and hear are not trivial matters, so they are naturally easily affected. They are all dealing with the people of the Mingyue Sect while paying attention to the situation around them, intending to find it in this chaos

A way to survive.

They naturally noticed the riots on the fifth son's side. Seeing this, many people thought to themselves that they "deserved it", but they inevitably felt a little worried.

Because the situation is unclear, the fifth son and the people of the Mingyue Sect are obviously their enemies and they want to kill them. They seem to be the best if these two sides can fight to the death.

But they also don’t want to see who defeated the other side and win... because this means that the balance is broken. Who knows whether the winner will take advantage of the victory and pursue them together to clean up them together.

Therefore, the ideal thing for the children of all families is to wait until these two groups of people are almost done. Both sides are injured, which is the most suitable time for them to come out.

However, now both sides seem to have lost control...

If the fifth son died in the end, then the group of people under him would not have the lead. If both sides lost the lead, the commander... This is different from the mortal war "capturing the king first",

Losing a leader may push things to a worse situation. After all, monks are too autonomous, and even without a leader, they can fight for their own battles.

None of them will think about it well by then.

Therefore, everyone was in a very conflicted mood at the moment. They wanted to die with the fifth son, but were afraid that he would die like this, so they didn't know what they were looking forward to.

"Bang--"

It seemed to be far away in the sky, but also seemed to be in a very close place. This dull sound was like a signal, attracting the attention of everyone in the venue.

Even those guys who have been slashing people silently can't help but look in the direction of making the sound.

The door that was sealed by excuses since the ceremony opened now, and there were vague figures, as if someone had broken in.

The fifth son on the altar had no time to tell the difference. He felt that he was about to be sucked dry. Excessive spiritual overdrawing made him dizzy, and a feeling of exhaustion spread to his heart, and he felt noisy around him.

Someone was screaming, and it seemed that someone was crying, and the ghosts were crying and howling around him, and the mistress was everywhere. He was like he fell from the world and could not be reborn. He knew what he was experiencing and what he should do, but he could not get rid of this long nightmare

Wake up.

The distorted picture was instantly frozen, like an old camera, completely frozen in the memory of the old time.

The five senses returned, the voices were reorganized and combined, and his mind, which seemed to be mixed together, gradually became clear.

He glanced at the palm of his hand blankly, but it was still complete... Before he was completely unreasonable in pain, he had the idea of ​​cutting off his arm at the same time.

Someone seemed to snort coldly, and it sounded a little familiar.

"Home...Master?" The man who shouted seemed disbelief, and his voice changed in a distorted tone.

"Yun, True Lord Yunmao?!" Someone shouted one after another.

Of course, there were also some that were very uncontrollable. They immediately screamed "There is a ghost", and then they rolled and crawled away.

Cultivation:...

This ghost in broad daylight can run out so openly, which is quite amazing... or your paranoia is even worse.

The fifth son was not a slut, but also a clan emblem for the funeral, a coffin carrying or something, but the person was not dead yet?!

Many disciples in the venue felt funny and felt that they had watched a farce this time.

Looking at the chaotic situation in the venue, the blood-stained corpses and the "guests" with all kinds of ingredients, Di Wuying couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that he had underestimated his youngest son's ability.

But equally, it is a talent to make such a thing even if you have this ability.

He looked coldly at someone in the center of the altar. The other party was completely controlled by the out-of-control sect weapon. It only took a little more, and the other party might fall down and give his young life.
Chapter completed!