Of course, the Demon Sect is not afraid or afraid of killing people. He doesn't know how many people he has killed, but it is difficult for a being that is too powerful to be interested in killing a being that is too weak.
For him, the feeling of killing these cavalrymen was the same as when he was a child and crushed snails on the road. There was not much difference.
Stepping on a snail and listening to the crisp sound of the snail's shell and flesh, like ripe berries being crushed, may be novel to children at first and they will never tire of it, but no child will always be interested in this kind of thing.
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He has no interest.
What's more, killing people continuously will make him feel tired and tired.
But he had no choice.
The mysterious practitioner named Yuwen Lie perfectly controlled the power of the Destiny Blood Box. That mysterious and powerful force that even he could not understand controlled the erosion of the Destiny Blood Box on his body within a certain range.
, and even made his body no longer diseased and corroded, but at the same time, his life and death were completely controlled by Yu Wenlie.
Yuwen Lie can let the power of the Destiny Blood Box explode at any time, turning him completely into a rotten mushroom.
No one wants to be completely controlled by someone.
But for him and Yuwen Lie, this seemed like an unspoken game.
Of course he is not willing to die. For him, the only chance is to find out and understand the law of vitality that controls the power of the Destiny Blood Box while being controlled, and to find a way to crack it.
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But to Yu Wenlie, Mo Zong is like a big fish that always swallows the hook. This big fish is still swimming in the water, but as long as the fisherman lifts the fishing rod at any time, this big fish will be thrown away
ashore.
If a big fish that keeps swallowing the hook reaches the shore, can it still kill the fisherman holding the fishing rod?
Mo Zong has long been a well-known figure in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and his portraits were also widely circulated in the Northern Wei Dynasty. When the heads of these cavalrymen exploded, the morning sun illuminated his face, and many of those cavalrymen recognized him.
Who he is.
"Demon Sect...Master?"
Many voices sounded.
Demon Sect is his name and his identity, but the word "Sir" means respect and noble status.
At this moment, the Northern Wei frontier soldiers who reacted immediately exclaimed and subconsciously called him Lord Demon Sect instead of Demon Sect, which made him even more reluctant to kill these people.
read.
It's just that he has to kill.
In return for his subconscious respect for these cavalrymen, the only way he could apologize was to let these people die simply and quickly.
He looked at these cavalrymen and nodded slightly, as if saluting
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As he nodded, a piece was missing from the depths of his Qi Sea.
A group of extremely condensed true energy disappeared instantly.
At the same time, a curtain-like gray energy fell from the sky, covering all the cavalry in the camp.
Countless puffs of smoke ignited from the bodies of those cavalrymen.
Their hearts stopped instantly, and the fresh vitality quickly separated from their bodies.
These cavalry were like felled logs, falling to the ground.
Countless screams of terror rang out in the market town.
Many people subconsciously closed their doors and windows, locking themselves in the space they were most familiar with. Some people put down what they were doing and ran towards the fields outside the market town.
Demon Sect entered this bustling market town. He walked into a noodle shop that had no time to close the door, and asked the noodle shop owner who was hiding by the stove to order a bowl of noodles for him. He ate the noodles, and then
He casually smashed the door of an inn with a wave of his hand, got into a carriage, randomly found someone to be the driver, then pointed in the direction of Luoyang and got into the carriage.
Near noon, the carriage arrived at Pingshan County.
The Peng family in Pingshan County was very famous in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
It's not because the Peng family has great power in the court, but because the Peng family is a loyal family.
The three generations of the Peng family produced a total of nineteen border army generals, seventeen of whom died on the border between the Northern Wei and the Southern Dynasties.
Peng Village, Pingshan County, where the Peng family is located, has many female dependents but few male relatives.
Officials of any rank in the Northern Wei Dynasty had to dismount their horses or get out of the carriage and walk before entering Pengcun. Therefore, when the carriage with the Demon Sect arrived at the archway at the entrance of Pengcun, it was naturally stopped.
The driver who helped Mo Zong drive was just a driver from an ordinary caravan. Mo Zong was in the carriage behind him. Although he only occasionally gave directions along the way and made no other noise, this huge psychological pressure
He was already in a state of great fear, but when he was shouted down by several sergeants, the driver's face turned pale, large beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he almost fainted.
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His strange behavior made the sergeants even more alert, "Who is in the carriage?"
Accompanied by the shout of one of the sergeants, a Peng family member also came from a short distance away.
There was a sigh in the carriage.
"I was just passing by," Mo Zong said.
Peng Shichong, who was still more than ten feet away from the carriage, felt something strange. He immediately waved his hand to signal the sergeants to step aside. Then he respectfully nodded to the carriage and asked, "I wonder which senior it is?"
Mo Zong again
Sighed.
If he didn't say it, he would kill someone directly, but if he did, given the temperament of the Peng family, they still wouldn't let him pass through here directly.
There is trouble on both sides.
So he started killing people.
The Peng family was worshiped as a swordsman.
Just as the Demon Sect sighed, there was a loud sound from the sleeves of the Peng family.
A small white jade-like handleless sword hidden in his sleeves flew up.
The Peng priest looked at the small sword in disbelief. He could not imagine that his small sword was completely out of his control.
The five fingers of his right hand opened subconsciously, and five rays of true energy surged out rapidly, falling towards the small sword.
He wanted to control his flying sword.
However, in the next moment, his right hand felt slightly cold.
His five fingers were crispy radishes that were easily cut off by the flying sword and fell from his palm.
He watched helplessly as his flying sword pierced his chest, then flew out from his back with a chill that penetrated his body, and then fell towards the sergeants.
"Let's go."
Mo Zong said to the frightened coachman.
The blood of several sergeants was sprinkled on the carriage of the carriage, and the flying sword floated quietly in front of the carriage.
Countless sirens sounded.
The whole Pengcun became restless.
When some gray air flowed out from the body of the dead Peng family and fell towards the moving carriage, some people reacted, "Demon Sect!"
Several old women resolutely blocked the front of the carriage.
These old women are also the ones with the highest cultivation level among the Peng family, but even so, they have not been able to cross the peak of the Heaven Bearing Realm, and have not stepped into the Divine Mind Realm at all.
They knew that they could not stop the Demon Sect, but as long as they were still alive, they would not allow the Demon Sect to pass through them.
Seeing the old women blocking the road, the driver on the carriage subconsciously wanted to stop the carriage, but at this moment, the bodies of these old women exploded.
Warm blood clots flew out in all directions, and some of the flesh and blood fragments were like real arrows, piercing through many figures that were running and swooping over.
The coachman's hands froze, and before he could react, the carriage had already passed through the warm bloody smell.
Fine drops of blood sprinkled on his face like spring rain.
The driver finally couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't breathe, and his heart felt like it was being clenched by invisible hands. He finally fainted and died.