"Fenghua, Changsun Luocang is ambitious. Once he gets this holy pattern and Qianqiuxue, Wuji Shengtian doesn't know how many people will be killed by him. He must not lose his big mistakes because of the small." Liu Sanjue naturally would not
Understanding what Gu Fenghua and others thought, seeing that they didn't speak, they couldn't help but urged them.
He forgot that in fact, for Gu Fenghua and others, he was also a weak person and a target for sacrifice. But then again, even if he really wanted him to sacrifice for this, it would probably be natural in his opinion.
The strong are respected, and this is the truth that the Wuji Holy Heaven will never break forever.
"Master, please spare me, please spare me!" Before Gu Fenghua could speak, there were miserable pleas in the Cangling Formation.
The Holy Spirit root was forcibly stripped away, and severe pain poured into my mind one after another. A disciple of Luo Cangfeng looked full of pain.
Among the people, only five or six other disciples, including Han Qingxue, were safe and sound. Because of their excellent qualifications, Changsun Luocang did not use the technique of taking away the spirit to help them temper the holy spirit roots, so they could escape.
However, seeing the miserable scene in front of him, Han Qingxue and others were frightened and quickly escaped from the formation and hid aside.
Changsun Luocang ignored them, nor did he pay attention to the disciples in the formation, but just made a handprint with expressionless face.
"Bang!" The crystal light between the eyebrows of more than ten Luo Cang Peak disciples burst out, and the Holy Spirit roots exploded at the same time, turning into streaming springs, and circulating into Changsun Luo Cang's body at a faster speed.
"Ah!" They let out a short sorrow cry and fell to the ground weakly. Their eyes quickly lost their spirit, but they were full of unwillingness and confusion.
The other disciples around were suddenly shocked. For a moment, they forgot the severe pain in their minds and the begging. They were both strangers and looked at Changsun Luocang in grief and anger.
"Master, we are loyal to you. Do you even want to let us go?" The old man who had blood and tears roared angrily, and blood and tears flowed in front of him again. Wu Guo had a bitter plan before, but this time, it was true.
Sorrow and anger.
Unlike most other disciples who do not know their background and regard Changsun Luocang as their reborn parents, he knows very well what Changsun Luocang did, and even many of these fellow disciples around him were raped by him.
I originally thought that I had no credit and had hard work. My master would not harm anyone, but I never dreamed that this Cangling Array would have been plotted into it with him.
It was not until now that he realized that Changsun Luocang used the technique of seizing the spirit to temper his holy spirit roots, and he had never had any kindness at all.
"I originally wanted you to live longer, but unfortunately, people are not as good as God. I have treated you well over the years. You have enjoyed so many years of glory and wealth, and you should be content." Changsun Luocang finally spoke, lightly
He said, without any guilt on his face, and without any unbearableness.
Although he has been preparing for the spirit-taking action today for many years, there are still some risks after all. Therefore, according to his original plan, he should make some preparations after getting this holy pattern and Qianqiuxue, and wait until he is foolproof and then take action again.
Unfortunately, the appearance of Gu Fenghua and others disrupted his plan and had to take action in advance.
But no matter what, the fate of these people was destined many years ago, how could he feel guilty about it and how could he feel unbearable?