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Helang worried that if he went to the Demon Cult rashly, he might be regarded as a person with bad intentions, but wandering outside had a great possibility of being chased and killed, and even staying in an inn was dangerous.
After thinking about it, he rummaged through the valuables on his body, pawned the jade pendant and girdle, prepared some money, and prepared a horse, and headed to Pingling Mountain, the center of the Demon Cult.
This Pingling Mountain was a cemetery decades ago, and it is shrouded in yin all the year round. Except for the occasional people who come to worship during the Qingming Festival, almost no one will approach this area.
I don't know when, the Hunyuan Demon Sect rose overnight, occupying several hills centered on this place, and this area became the land of the Demon Sect as a matter of course.
There are few people here, and there are dry land and sparse old trees at a glance. Although the scenery is bleak, calm down, ride a horse, and walk slowly through the entrenched mountain road, which is a bit clean and comfortable.
Passing a very clear stream, Helang took off his disguise, let down his long hair, washed himself, and looked at his own shadow in the water. His face was like a jade crown, his eyebrows were multicolored, and his eyes were like stars. An excellent skin.
However, a beautiful woman's face suddenly appeared behind him in the water.
Helang was slightly startled, and the woman giggled lightly, "What a handsome little brother."
Her attire and face are extremely sexy and glamorous, the loose collar reveals her fragrant shoulders, the wide sleeves and long skirt look graceful, her lips are thick black, like seductive and dangerous black rose petals.
Such a woman appeared out of nowhere, and Helang sensed something was wrong, and his body was able to take a defensive posture.
The woman covered her mouth slightly and pretended to exclaim, "Yo, I'm still a martial artist."
Helang took a deep breath and asked politely, "Is the girl a member of the Demon Cult?"
"So what?" The woman shook her wide sleeves, brought out a cool breeze, and smiled at him, "Why, there is no fear at all? Don't you all say that we can eat people's hearts?"
As she spoke, the woman stretched out the tip of her bright red tongue, licked the corner of her mouth, and threatened him as if she was about to eat.
Helang touched the sword behind him and felt that the woman in front of him was very dangerous.
This seemed to be her territory, but helplessly, he couldn't remember how to use a sword for the time being, and there was no chance of winning with bare hands.
A well-dressed man hurried up behind him, Xu was the woman's accomplice, he looked at He Lang, slightly startled, and said to the woman: "This man is the one who was hunted down by Bai Dao recently, why did he come to our Pingling Mountain?" ?”
The woman's beautiful eyes slightly opened, "Could it be that Zhuo Shulang who has achieved great success by relying on the Void Spirit swordsmanship?"
She smiled even more, she casually bowed and introduced herself: "Little girl Ge Rulan, you're being polite here."
Seeing that the two had no intention of killing him, Helang was finally able to get along with them.
The man didn't speak, but only looked at him seriously, but Ge Rulan asked frequently, "It is rumored that you are in collusion with our demon way? Hehe, it's really interesting."
Helang was full of smiles, squeezed his sweat, lowered his eyes, and said sadly: "I have been extremely disappointed in Baidao's sanctimonious people."
"Honest? That's a good word, how do you describe it?" Ge Rulan was a little excited when Helang belittled the people of the Baidao, and wanted to hear the truth.
He Lang was half true and half false, telling her how he broke through Ren Bozhong's plot and was hunted down by them, and how Ren Bozhong's master and apprentice had an ugly and vicious face, and finally framed him for collusion with the devil.
Ge Rulan listened, and asked with a smile: "Then how about making the rumors come true?"
Helang thought about it, pretending not to understand.
Ge Rulan's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she said, "Seeing that your cultivation level is not low, I can recommend you to join the Hunyuan Demon Sect, follow the leader's footsteps, and unify the great cause!"
Helang's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to be struggling, thinking for a long time.
"I have heard of the leader's reputation for a long time, but..."
"It's just how?! The master of martial arts is great, and my Hunyuan Demon Sect will dominate the world just around the corner! You are still hesitant?! Stupid!" Ge Rulan tried to brainwash Helang. , Responding one by one, and by the way, a few words "Long live the leader."
Seeing him on the road, Ge Rulan nodded in satisfaction.
"My second brother, Ge Wenjing, is one of the hall masters. You are lucky to have met our siblings. If that's the case, follow us to Islam."
Ge Wenjing didn't speak, just nodded in acquiescence, and Helang repeatedly said yes, and followed them away with a docile appearance.
Why does this person from the Demon Cult not feel bad? To believe him that much? In this way, it was really a blessing in disguise for him to be chased and killed. After running around for a few days, he finally got it without any effort.
Although the stronghold of the Hunyuan Demon Sect is hidden deep in the mountains, it is as luxurious as a palace. The paintings and carvings are all beautiful, and the trees and flowers are also unique. No wonder the people in the Demon Sect are so It is so proud that it is called the underground palace.
When Helang came, he started as a disciple of the lowest level of the Devil's Cult, and every day he had nothing to do except obey some orders, watch some exercises and practice martial arts by himself.
Unlike other sects, the Hunyuan Demon Sect has a set of martial arts methods, and only gives some mental formulas for the disciples to learn at will. Only when they reach a higher level can they obtain deeper advanced exercises.
Therefore, the practice of martial arts here is very casual, and most people are studying martial arts by themselves. The completely different moves and exercises of each new disciple constitute the style of the Devil's Cult, instead of following the style of the disciples of their own sect. Swordsmanship, heart method, learning martial arts.
Although Helang had some foundations in his original body, he still couldn't figure out the way to practice martial arts. He had learned a few basic exercises and looked at them casually, but he still couldn't find a clue, so he planned to put aside his martial arts training for the time being.
However, there is a struggle among the devil's religion, and there is no harmony and friendship just because they are from the same sect.
Just when Helang entered the room allocated by his disciples to look through the exercises, the weak wooden door crashed to the ground, and a man with dreadlocks barged in, and saw the "Thousand Ren Treasure" in his hand , eyes slightly bright.
"It turns out it's in your hands, so it's easy for me to find!"
Helang knew that his goal was the technique in his hand, so he frowned and became wary.
These exercises are all copied, and the disciples are allowed to choose them, but he was chosen by Ge Rulan in the high-level exercises for him. When Zhi was taken away by such a low-ranking disciple, he became very angry.
The dreadlocks sized him up, with a distorted face, "Oh, isn't this the Zhuo Shulang that everyone is talking about these days! Why did you come to the Hunyuan Demon Sect to disturb me?! It also took over my skills, so let's roll quickly!" Go back to your white way—”
With that said, he started to grab it.
Dreadlocks was carrying a dagger behind him, so it could be seen that Helang was sitting indifferent all the time, and he didn't think of using a knife, so he just slapped him like this.
Helang only remembered the palm he used on Fu Yifei before, he couldn't remember the rest of the moves, so he had to stiffen his neck and use it again.
Fortunately, this move is practical, the palms meet, and the deep internal force bursts out, Helang gritted his teeth, and the dreadlocks moved back again and again.
He is also a bully and fears nothing, seeing this person's expression is indifferent, and he is still safe after receiving his palm, maybe it's because of his hidden strength.
Seeing that he didn't move for a while, Helang's temples throbbed slightly, and a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, but he didn't show any timidity, squinting and shouted: "Get out—"
When the heart left unwillingly, Helang lay down and clutched his stomach with a distorted expression. He only felt that the palm just now made his liver and gallbladder burst. After so long, he didn't even recover.
Such a sudden start of battle was also unexpected to him, and it was really outrageous to strike at will just for the sake of copying a skill.
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When Ge Rulan looked for him the next day, he found that he was wounded and cursed on the spot that he deserved it.
She threw a small bottle of pills from her sleeve to him, and then continued, "When you come to the Devil's Cult, such things are indispensable. If you still reason with him, you are the greatest fool! When you meet such a person, It’s not too much to kill directly.”
Helang took the porcelain vase, and hearing her casual tone, it was a little hard to accept, "Kill...?" Could it be that the same school and the same teacher also wanted to fight and kill like this? No one to restrain and no one to discipline
Ge Rulan nodded, with an air of teaching, "The devil's religion is such a law of the jungle, but it's completely different from your Baidao way. Boy, you still have a lot to learn. The first step is to put your meek If you change your temper, it will be a pain in the ass to ask you to fight, it's so annoying!"
Helang knew that she was doing it for his own good, so he didn't get angry, and blinked at her: "Sister Rulan, don't tell each of you for nothing, now I'm a member of the devil's way."
Ge Rulan was taken aback, narrowed her eyes, and said with a smile, "Tch—this mouth can really speak."
Along the way, Ge Rulan took good care of Helang a lot, which made Helang curious why she would treat him so well for no reason.
But Ge Rulan's answer was also simple and relaxed, "Because you look good."
After staying for just a few days, it is indeed not difficult to find that most of the demon sects are people with facial damage and physical disabilities, and there are also some rough men and people full of evil spirits mixed together.
So here, Helang is the most pleasing existence, white and clean, Yushu Lanzhi, no wonder women like it when they see it.
Therefore, she also loves to get along with him, and will come to pester him when she has nothing to do, and play tricks on him as a tool for entertainment.
Helang has a good temper. Although he can occasionally hear her sarcastic remarks, he is gentle in front of her, and he also likes to hear her talk about things in the Demon Cult.
He found that in this Hunyuan, there are people who are not bad at heart like Ge Rulan, and there are people who are really vicious. This uneven level seems to have no standard for joining the religion.
After hearing this, Ge Rulan answered slowly.
"How can there be any standard? It's just some... abandoned people."
Her voice suddenly became very soft, and Zhang Yang's eyes dimmed slightly for a moment.
"What about the priest?"
Will the high position and weight, the leader of a religion, be abandoned
Helang asked this question abruptly, and Ge Rulan also suddenly fell silent, glanced at him, and left quietly.
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