The bright moon hangs high in the sky, with billions of silver rays splashing across the vast forest stretching for thousands of miles. Occasionally, the night wind blows through, rustling the leaves.
"Whoosh!" The whistling sound came from far and near. Hundreds of thunderous giants cut through the night and passed over the mountains. The fierce wind kicked up cut off the leaves of the towering ancient trees and scattered them in large pieces.
"Faster, faster!" The leader was a middle-aged monk, his eyes full of horror, and an anxious low growl came from his throat, which was the desire for life.
"Ah!" The big hand of spiritual energy reached out and easily grabbed all the twenty people.
In just a few breaths, all the blood and energy in these people's bodies was drained, and each of them had a withered face, with wrinkled skin sticking to the bones, which was extremely tragic.
The three souls and seven souls of the remaining living monks were trembling. They squeezed out all the spiritual power in their bodies, and their speed became faster.
Behind the crowd, around Wan Sheng, there was a strong blood-colored evil energy. The blood was distorted from time to time, revealing hideous and terrifying faces. They opened their bloody mouths and wanted to devour the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, but unfortunately they couldn't do it.
These bloody evil spirits are all wronged souls!
Wan Sheng's injuries have almost recovered, after all, they have devoured the blood of tens of thousands of mortals and more than two thousand monks.
At this moment, in the head of the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, the shrill voices of the souls of the guilty kept ringing. At first it was just one or two, but as the number of dead people gradually increased, the voices became louder and louder.
These sounds seemed to have a terrible magic power, which made Wan Sheng upset. His pupils were as red as blood, and he had a vague feeling that he was about to lose his mind.
"Are you going to become a demon? You can't kill anymore!" This was the first time for Wan Sheng to devour blood and he had never done this before.
The Holy Spirit Religion has been inherited for more than 30,000 years. In history, there were also ancestors who chose to devour the blood of living beings to extend their lives because they did not want to die.
But the ancestor finally went berserk and became possessed. He didn't recognize anyone and went on a killing spree, cutting off the heads of the Taoist companions and several of his descendants who lived with him day and night.
It was the biggest crisis that had erupted in the Holy Spirit Sect in 30,000 years. At that time, the disciples of Bishui Lake suffered heavy casualties. Several highly respected elders mobilized the sect-protecting formation and joined forces to kill the possessed leader.
Wansheng is only half a step into the Nascent Soul, and cannot be compared with the Supreme Being in the Tribulation Realm, the Supreme True God. He has reached the critical point of becoming a demon.
"There's still a little bit left. I have to get back to my peak as soon as possible!" Wan Sheng didn't know how long the divine mind could last in Chen Yu's hands. Just in case, he had to completely heal the injuries in his body.
"Boom!" The big hand of spiritual energy suddenly expanded, glowing brightly, covering the sky, as if it wanted to grasp the sun and moon, and catch all the more than 80 fleeing monks.
With a bang, the big hand exploded, and the spiritual energy stirred and surged like a huge wave, attacking the bodies of more than eighty monks.
Everyone was injured, like a wild goose with a broken wing, or like a dumpling dropped from the pot, crackling and falling from the sky.
In the dense forest, the monks who fell down were coughing violently, and large amounts of blood spilled from their mouths.
"You puny ants, you should feel honored to be the blood food of someone like me!" Wan Sheng stepped on the thick withered leaves and walked towards the panicked monks.
"Master Wanjiao, please spare my life, and I will act as a horse for you!" A young man, with handsome appearance and luxurious clothes, is the young master of a small sect. He is usually arrogant and domineering, but at this moment, he is humble to the extreme.
He went to Wansheng's side, pressed his forehead against Wansheng's boots, and begged for mercy.
"Being like a cow or a horse? Humph!" Wan Sheng snorted coldly and said, "You're not worthy yet!"
The five fingers of Wansheng's right hand were like sharp nails, piercing deeply into the young man's head. He exerted so much force that the poor young man didn't even have time to scream. His whole head exploded with a bang.
The rich blood splashed everywhere and hit Wan Sheng all over!
"Huh!" Wan Sheng sucked in the young man's blood, and his pupils became more and more bewitching, and the scarlet inside them was so sticky that they seemed to flow out.
Taking a long breath of cold air, Wan Sheng forced himself to calm down. At this moment, the crazy murderous intention in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, which was difficult to control.
"Wansheng, you, the dignified leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, do such sinister things, aren't you afraid of the ridicule of the world?" The middle-aged man who was leading the previous scolded him. He is a late-stage Jindan cultivator. Among the more than eighty people,
, is considered to be the one with the highest level and the least injured, but in Wan Sheng's eyes, he is still an ant, just a little bigger.
"Holy Spirit Cult! Haha!" Wan Sheng laughed crazily.
The Holy Spirit Sect has been destroyed by Chen Yu. Today's Wansheng is just like Zhu Shiji, but he is just a polished commander. Even the elders who have been trained with all his strength, don't they all fly away when the disaster comes?
"I Wan Sheng is not afraid of the ridicule of the world, because you are dead and the world will not know what happened tonight!" Wan Sheng said with a ferocious face.
"Zheng!" Suddenly, a bright sword light shone through the forest, and the middle-aged monk held a long sword and rushed towards Wansheng.
"I'm holding him, you run away!" the middle-aged monk shouted, looking forward to death.
"Dad!" a young man yelled, trying to stop the middle-aged monk, but he was tightly held in the arms of a young woman.
The young woman is the Taoist companion of the middle-aged monk, and the young man is their son.
The reason why the middle-aged monk risked his life was just to buy time for his Taoist companion and his son to escape.
"Zheng!" The middle-aged monk jumped up high, and with the force of breaking mountains and rocks, the long sword struck Wan Sheng's head heavily.
Wan Sheng stretched out his right hand, grasped the long knife, and twisted it hard.
Under the violence, the blade of the long knife shattered and the fragments fell to the ground.
Wan Sheng pinched the middle-aged monk's throat with his five fingers, and lifted the man up. His blood-colored pupils were like evil ghosts, "Since you can't wait so hard, I'll send you to hell first!"
"Don't worry, your son and your Taoist companion will be with you soon!"
"Dad, no!" In such a short period of time, the monks had no time to react.
Some people have already started to escape, but because of their serious injuries, they cannot even control the Jinghong, so they can only fly over the walls, but it is too slow.
As for the young man and the woman, they could not abandon the middle-aged monk and remained where they were.
The young man's voice was hoarse from shouting. He broke away from his mother's arms and rushed towards Wansheng, trying to rescue his father.
Unfortunately, Wan Sheng just waved his sleeves and the boy flew away, breaking an ancient tree and coughing up blood. There were even fragments of internal organs in the blood.
"Why are you so weak? It's so boring, you might as well crush an ant to death!" Wan Sheng smiled coldly at the middle-aged monk and gradually increased his strength with his big hands.
Poor middle-aged monk, his face was purple-blue due to suffocation, blue blood vessels protruded from his forehead, and even his eye sockets were overflowing with traces of blood, blurring his vision. yyls
The young man weeps and the woman mourns, this is the world of immortality, where weakness is the original sin!