"I really want to see the sea of ​​flowers on the other side with the leader again."

Mo Yang still remembers what Youdie said last.

I am not your leader of the Demon Sect, and I cannot take you to see the sea of ​​flowers.

Since you saved that person and was the leader of the Demon Sect, I will become the leader in your mind.

This is Mo Yang's last consciousness...

The River Styx crosses the entire Immortal City, surrounding the Immortal City, resentful souls emerge and struggle in the River Styx. Blood-red lotus grows on the River Styx. Taking the River Styx as the soil and resentment as the nutrients, there are clothing of the disciples of the Demon Cult squatting on it, and resentment spreads in the Immortal City. The entire Immortal City is filled with dark mist in a blink of an eye, and all the righteous disciples feel extremely uncomfortable.

The River Styx!

That is the symbol of the Lord of the Demon Sect.

But unlike the former leader of the Demon Sect, there is a dark karma sun hanging in the air above the River Styx.

At this moment, everyone in the Dao Alliance was extremely ugly.

When he came to the peak again, he did not successfully poison the leader of the Demon Sect, but instead helped him to return to the peak again.

Daoxianweng retreated, and he realized that he had taken off the game.

The old man Xingmang's body was trembling. He was defeated by this power and scene back then. He laughed to the sky and raised his courage: "Hahaha, only in this way can he deserve to fight. It's too boring to kill a seriously injured leader of the Demon Sect. Only by truly defeating you can I overcome my past nightmare."

The old man Xingmang spoke, his spiritual power soared into the sky, and the stars shone in the sky.

Heart Shadow and Taoist Image!

The Tao Alliance calls it Tao!

When you reach the sect leader level, your own mind and shadow will appear directly, affecting the world. According to the Tao Alliance, if you appear in the world, that is Tao.

The strong man at the sect leader level will rise directly from simple spiritual power to the level of heart-shadow collision.

"bring it on!"

The spiritual power of the old man Xingmang was raised to its limit, and the stars in the sky shone like daylight.

The dark sun devoured the light from the sky. Mo Yang stretched out his hand and tore the sky off directly. The stars were scattered all over the sky, and the fragments of the sky were like glass, and more like snowflakes flying down from the crowd.

The old man Xingmang vomited blood and stepped back: "It's impossible, tore the way with bare hands."

Mo Yang pointed earlier, and the Styx changed the route to cover up the Starbuck Old Man. The Styx wanted to escape. Millions of resentful souls in the Styx caught the Starbuck Old Man and pulled his soul into the Styx. The Styx struggled while screaming. His face was frightened and found that there were many righteous acquaintances in the Styx, and the entire Styx was composed of righteous monks.

"Let me go, you guys let me go!"

Under the continuous resentment of the soul, the old man Xingmang resisted in vain and was directly dragged into the Styx.

The old man Xingmang was pulled into it, his soul was eroded by millions of resentful souls, and finally turned into a member of the Styx.

When the Taoist clerk saw the old man Xingmang in a blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the Styx River, he wanted to escape. The Styx River swept over, and all the righteous monks fell into the Styx River...

He had a dream, a very cruel nightmare.

He became a child, a very thin child, living in a village. His parents were taken to the mountain a few years ago and never came back.

He had a sister who was very nice to the two brothers and sisters, but the village was very poor, and all the harvest in the village had to be supplied to the Immortal Sect, and the remaining villagers could only go hungry.

Every time the Immortal Sect sends people down the mountain to take away the harvest and some people from the bottom of the mountain.

The village chief could only hide the children in the village.

"The Immortal Sect obviously does nothing, does not care about wild beasts when they come, does not care about disasters, and sometimes plunders from our village. They are more vicious than jackals, so why do they use food to supply jackals?"

The village chief pressed him into the rice jar: "Shh, don't say such words, it will be bad if anyone hears them."

At that time, I was still young and didn't understand the world at all.

Only power has no truth, and people with power can bully the weak at will.

I?

Who am I here?

He and his sister hid in the rice jar. The rice jar was empty and clean, and you could see outside through the cracks in the rice jar.

I faintly heard the sound outside.

"Why is there only a little food? Did you hide it secretly?" Hearing the voices from strangers, he was very arrogant.

"How dare the immortal? The harvest this year is not good, we have nothing left." The village chief hugged the other party's thigh and begged.

"I thought I wanted to come to a dirty and bad place, and there was a lot of tasks here. There was not enough food, so I could only catch a few people and go back to pay the job." The fat-headed and big-eared monk said.

Suddenly, another fat monk shouted: "Here, those damn mortals really hide their food."

The monks on the other side found the food buried in the soil.

The fat-headed and big-eared monk raised the old man angrily and said, "Old man, what are they?"

The village chief begged: "The fairy begs to leave some food for us to spend the winter."

The fat monk threw the village chief out: "Who cares about you? Not all mortals can eat anything. Just find some grassroots and bark, and you can always get through it, right?"

In the rice jar, he clenched his fists tightly and endured the anger in his heart.

The village chief fell to the ground, his head was bleeding, and his teeth were lost. He was carrying his mouth and nose. He crawled over the ground without regard for his injuries, hugged the fat-headed and big-eared monk's thighs, and his voice was hoarse: "Immortals, don't take away the food. There are not many people in the village. If we take away the food, we can't live the winter."

The Taoist robe was stained with blood, and the fat-headed and big-eared monk kicked away unhappy: "Get out of here!"

He finally couldn't bear it and jumped out of the rice jar: "Don't beat the village chief."

He rushed out in one breath and bit the fat-headed and big-eared monk's thigh. The monk screamed in pain and cursed: "Little bastard dares to bite me."

The fat-headed and big-eared monk kicked away, swung his fist and beat it up. The village chief threw himself on his body. The monk's fist fell on the village chief, like a drum sound, and blood spurted out from the village chief's mouth.

"The fairy is just a child, please let him go."

The fat monk with big ears could not hear it at all, and he beat him like crazy until the village chief had no breath. The monk came over and said, "It's almost done, I have to go to the next village."

The fat monk stopped, spit hard at the village chief, turned around and left.

Climb out from under the village chief and asked worriedly: "How is the village chief, village chief?"

At this moment, the village chief had no breath. The villagers came over one after another, their eyes were numb, their faces were pale and thin, without any sadness. They were obviously alive, but they were like dead people.

He suddenly became very scared.

It is not the village chief's death and fear, but the fear is the world, the numb villagers, fearing that one day they will become like them, he takes a step back and steps on something.

He looked down and saw that it was a secret to practice.
Chapter completed!