So the disciples of the Jinlei Sect who did not receive assistance came out alone. In the face of crisis, they could only look around, for fear of becoming unjust dead ghosts. On the other hand, they also had to prevent the followers from becoming monsters when they would become monsters, and it would be bad if they stabbed them.

Seeing the "monster" running around and even being shot down by disciples of other sects because of fierce attacks, I couldn't hide my sourness in my heart.

These people were also brothers and sisters of their fellow disciples. Not long ago, everyone was still talking and laughing and imagining their future, but now they have become like this, life and death are unknown. What they are left is even more lonely and helpless, and they don’t know what the future will be.

The Wuhua Sect noticed that because of the connection between the two factions, they also knew the disciples in the school uniform of Jinlei Sect. But the situation is complicated now, and Jinlei Sect has a crisis. They don’t want to bet on the safety of their disciples, so they can only protect them from afar.

This is also the reason why these Jinlei disciples with low cultivation can survive in such a dangerous situation.

But soon even this kind of safety in the indication could not be maintained. The demon cultivators seemed to notice their side and seemed to have a tendency to call here.

What can the disciples of Jinlei Sect do? They can only run around.

I didn’t want to meet a few disciples behind me wearing Golden Thunder Gate clothes on the way back. Good fortune is unparalleled, and misfortunes never come alone. Can I give them a way out?

"ah--"

During this period, they suddenly heard a junior sister screaming, and the crowd quickly separated, and a black shadow had already floated by, emitting a strong smell of blood, as if it was coming out of the man.

At this time, a little disciple standing behind was already frightened and his calves were soft. Seeing the demon cultivator come to the front and start moving, he could not think of moving at all. He silently thought that my life had stopped, so he couldn't help but close his eyes and accept his fate.

Such a situation is the most enjoyable death with your eyes closed, and there is no need to see how the other party kills you, so as not to have psychological shadows left when reincarnated.

But for some reason, this person had some courage and felt the strong wind on the shop. He couldn't help but open his eyes to see it.

A shadow was overwhelmed at him, and the man murmured with a chilling chill: "This should be OK..."

It's like picking vegetables. What was the last thought of the man before facing death?

But he did not receive the expected pain. The damp and tropical viscous liquid with a strong smell touched his body. His eyes were bright red, and some of them were faintly poured into his mouth and nose, and a strong wind flashed across his face.

The man was stunned for a moment and realized that he was not dead. This was not his blood... After the man turned stiffly, he saw a scene that had become his lifelong nightmare.

It turned out that there was a mutated disciple of the Golden Thunder Sect standing behind him, but at this time it was "short", blood gushed out from the incision, something white appeared faintly, and the head fell to the ground in a strange posture, gradually returning to its original appearance. His body was still standing.

It was him! A senior brother from the main peak took great care of him. Before the banquet, he was touching his head and telling him not to be nervous. He still remembered the warm warmth, and he was the second person after his mother gave him this kind of warm feeling.

But the other party would never comfort him like this again. He died, his body and head were different, and died in front of him, with such an indecent way of death.

The murderer was still standing in front of him, like a frosty face, a different kind of handsomeness, a brow was cruel, and a red light flashed in his eyes. The other party raised it high

His mind was blank, and he didn't know whether to be sad for his tragic brother or for his dying self.

Feeling murderous aura coming to his face, he really closed his eyes this time.

"Bang!" This time the pain and death still did not come. It seemed that the other party was the one who took the first step.

"Shangxian, why are you still standing there? Let's go. It's too dangerous here..." The voice of his fellow disciples rang out from his ears, and someone was pulling him.

He opened his eyes and found that the vicious demon cultivator had fallen to the ground. There was a Yuanying True Lord standing behind him. He didn't recognize him, but only remembered that he seemed to be a true Lord from the Wuhua Sect.

Did he save me?

The True Lord didn't look at him, and withdrew his hand and frowned at the back of him. The body still standing was ugly.

"You leave quickly, this place is more dangerous than any place." The True Lord said to anyone without appointing him, but the disciples of the Jinleimen knew that they were afraid that these were all told to them.

The crowd did not dare to delay, and they pulled away from the same place one by one, not daring to stay.

"Lou Shangxian, why are you still in a daze here? Let's go..." Seeing someone, he seemed to be stunned, and finally grabbed the other person impatiently and pulled him away.

When Lou Shangxian was pulled away, he looked back in a strange way. Seeing the senior brother's body standing there, black and red blood gushing out, covered with the green school uniform of the Golden Thunder Gate.

A white object appeared on the cross-cut neck. The next moment the thing seemed to be squeezed out and flew around in the air, and was struck by a billiard ball and moved wildly in the banquet hall.

Liu Shangxian could see that the True Lord who saved her changed his face, as if he was throwing something at the corpse... No matter how many Lou Shangxian had, he could not see it. He was completely pulled away by his disciples of his fellow disciples, blocked his sight, and could never see it again.

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"The demon seed is mature? How could it be?! Hurry up, don't hit me again. Go back to me and don't walk around. Never be hit by the white unknown object flying all over the sky, that is the demon seed." Zhenjun Yuanheng quickly summoned everyone and opened the spiritual protective cover with Zhenjun Mingyuan, intending to isolate the demon seeds.

Unfortunately, the thing spread too fast and was everywhere. After the two true lords reacted, there were dozens of demon seeds inside the protective cover.

If they were allowed to bounce around in the spirit cover at this time, wouldn’t it be like catching a turtle in a jar and making it easier for the demons to hit their own people?

Before they could give orders, Ningxia and several other foundation-building disciples with slightly higher cultivation levels could not help it.

A white shadow came towards her. At this time, Zhenjun Mingyuan and the others had not yet lit up what this thing was. No matter what it was, they would cut it down.

The sword was unsheathed, and the Chonghuan Sword had been patient for a long time. The white shadow was instantly divided by the snow-lit Chonghuan Sword and fell to the ground with a snap. Ningxia squinted his eyes and found that the white object that could not be seen clearly was originally ovate and soft, with blood red inside mixed with black dirt squirming...

vomit--

The warning from the True Lords came to my ears, knowing that they were the so-called demon species... I even wanted to vomit even more.

What a mess?! It’s disgusting!

Ningxia was so angry that she sliced ​​another white shadow that was attacking from the side with anger.
Chapter completed!