"No, it's a woman?"
At the last moment of her life, the "oiran" woman only wanted to curse. Her eyes widened and she stared at Mo Shang in disbelief.
Not a woman? Not a woman? !
Are all the people in the Demon Sect a bunch of idiots—? You didn't even know the target's true gender and just called her over to seduce someone? ! I fuck your uncle! !
The "Oiran" woman's lips wriggled a few times, but she didn't have time to be afraid of the constant loss of life. Instead, she felt endless irritability in her heart!
Her body fell softly and her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Fuck... At the end, the "Oiran" woman stared steadily at the back of the tulle. She knew that there were many magicians standing behind it, planning to watch a bloody show.
A sly smile appeared on her pale face - Let's all die! Let's all die!
What a bunch of idiots! !
"Is it done?" Through a layer of curtain, most of the demon cultivators could not tell the specific situation, but they detected the demonic energy and vaguely observed a figure falling down.
This should be the scene where the "sweetheart" is killed, it should be done!
They immediately let out bloodthirsty laughter, their faces twisted like evil spirits, and waves of demonic energy rose up, as if they were preparing for the feast of dismembering Mo Shang.
The demon cultivators felt a clear murderous intention coming from behind the curtain. A few of the vanguard took the lead in showing their weapons and cut the curtain in half with a few swipes!
The demon cultivators became more and more excited, and the sound of tearing cloth sounded to their ears like a rehearsal for tearing apart Mo Shang's flesh and blood. They all took a few steps forward, all wanting to be the first to share the cup. Soup person.
Killing Mo Shang is a surrender to the Demonic Alliance, and devouring the flesh and blood of powerful monks is a shortcut for some demonic cultivators to increase their strength.
How could this not drive them crazy? !
The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect was reminded by Yu Shi and deliberately placed all the people he brought outside the reception banquet. This "shrunk turtle" appearance had long aroused ridicule from the sects who were not in harmony with the Scarlet Blood Sect. The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect took a deep breath—
But now, as he looked at what happened at the Jie Feng Banquet, he felt that his heart was even more congested.
"Didn't you say that Mo Shang is very powerful? But what happened now?! He was tricked into this by the people from the Demon Sect Alliance!"
The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect already regretted it. He should not have listened to Yu Shi's words at all. He noticed the contemptuous look cast by an opponent in front of Jie Feng Banquet and hated Yu Shi to death.
If it weren't for him, why would he be hiding so far behind? Now it’s no longer possible to join the first batch of crusade against Mo Shang and surrender to the Demonic Alliance!
He grabbed Yu Shi and was so angry that he said, "Follow me and we will deal with Mo Shang together. I don't want our sect to become the laughing stock of other sects!"
"No!!" Yu Shi looked at the excited and bloodthirsty expressions of the demon cultivators around him who took a few steps forward, and took a few steps back like a clear stream of water.
He gritted his teeth and fought desperately against the demonic energy of the leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth: "You can't be the one who stands out!"
Under the pressure of the demonic energy that was stronger than his own, Yu Shi finally let out the secret: "There is no dead woman that Mo Shang likes at all. The person he has been mourning is his master, a woman who likes to wear clothes." A man wearing women's clothes! His master is truly Mo Shang's reverse scale, and the Demonic Alliance has been madly trampling on his bottom line from the very beginning!"
"Gah...?"
The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect was stunned, and a blank expression appeared on his face, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
As soon as he let go, Yu Shi, who was inferior to him in cultivation and physique, dragged him far back like a willow tree.
The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect: "???"
Damn it...
"Well done." An elder from the Demon Sect walked in first and was about to help the "Oiran" woman who was lying in a pool of blood.
"The task has been completed, there is no need for you to pretend, we will definitely remember your contribution." He sighed at the superb acting skills of the "Oiran" woman, and was filled with emotion.
But then... the elder touched a hand of blood, and the "oiran" woman turned her body as he caressed her, revealing her bloodshot eyes.
Elder: "!"
Only then did he realize that the "oiran" woman was not acting well, but was actually dead! Her throat was slit with a sharp weapon and she died on the spot. However, the elder was so close to the woman, but he still couldn't feel any blood on her body from being killed.
why is that
"Who told you that Master is a woman?"
A clear and cheerful voice came from behind the elder's head. His brain short-circuited and he replied: "The woman Mo Shang likes is still his master? - Master and apprentice have incest, so they deserve to be killed!"
The elder raised a sly smile as he spoke. Although the master-disciple falling in love was nothing in their magic world, there were still some die-hards who thought it was treasonous. He was also happy to pour another bucket of dirty water on the dying Mo Shang.
They had the intention of stepping on Mo Shang's corpse and ascending to the throne!
Um… ? Why is this voice so young and yet so familiar? Isn't there just a few cooperative elders around him? Whose young demon cultivator is so ignorant that he dares to take credit from them? !
The elder squinted his eyes, and then realized something was wrong - he turned his head with murderous intent, but cut off his voice the moment he saw the scene behind him clearly.
His cooperating elders all fell down quietly, with very thin traces of blood on their throats, and a smile frozen on their faces.
Every knowledgeable demon cultivator is well prepared for today’s feast. These elders who plan to come out on top take this very seriously.
Therefore, they put on the most gorgeous and expensive robes, with light golden thorn flowers tattooed on the black and dark blue bottoms. Even the low-level demon cultivators would be blinded by the abundant light above them if they took a second look at them.
At this moment, they died with their clothes still intact, as if they had no time to struggle or activate the defense of their robes. Their hands even invariably placed their hands firmly on their abdomens, like, like...
The elder's breath suffocated, and he suddenly remembered the way people in the mortal world look like before they are taken care of and put into coffins after death.
Applying thick powder, wearing a "relieved" smile before death... hands close to the abdomen, wearing a shroud -
He finally realized where this strong sense of horror came from. The appearance of these dead elders was as if they had originally planned to go to his own funeral!
"Lah, haha..."
The elder had no time to make any more noises. After he was briefly freed from this terrifying fear, he saw the demonic cultivators' expressions as if they had seen ghosts at first sight.
A faint voice came from his ear, like a deep spring, pleasant to the ears, but it was a life-threatening sound -
"You guessed it right, this is a funeral—the funeral I prepared for Master. You are still missing."
There was a bone-chilling chill on the elder's neck, and before he could make a sound, the line was disconnected.
His last thought... was that he recognized the person speaking in his ear as Mo Shang. And then there's... some inconsequential stuff.
Arranged in this way, the cassocks of the dead elders formed a huge, blooming thorn flower, but one petal was missing to make it complete.
—Isn’t the missing petal the same one wearing this kind of robe
Isn't it just that he is still missing
This is really a "welcoming banquet". The hospitable host welcomes these guests with evil intentions, but is not prepared to be slaughtered by them without knowing it. Instead, he decides to make the guests into funeral sacrifices.
All the noise that filled the group of demon cultivators was forced to stop. They were like ducks that had their throats strangled. Such a huge demonic energy could not be squeezed into a ball, and they even thought about fleeing in all directions.
The leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect, breathing heavily from behind, patted Yu Shi's shoulder heavily, and said in a pleasant manner: "... You are right, we, no, what kind of terrible evil god have they provoked? !!”
In front of everyone's eyes, all the beautiful dancing witches had died. Their deaths were not as peaceful as the deaths of the first group of elders who broke in. Perhaps it was because they were not selected for funerals. Sacrifice.
... Blood poured out continuously from under their bodies, staining the soil red, and after tearing the curtain to pieces, the demon cultivators breathed in the blood that was so rich that it could make people faint.
Every inch of the ground seemed red and they couldn't even find a place to stay. The blood is like blood flowers blooming one after another until they become rotten, like the colorful tail of the oiran's skirt.
And on top of the red soil, there was a man neatly dressed, with a sword that was silver and sharp.
Mo Shang stared at these demon cultivators and suddenly smiled slightly. He had a nice smile and didn't look like a lunatic at all.
But no one present dared not think of him as a madman. Not to mention, countless demon cultivators sprang out from the shadows at this time, and their targets were very clear, which were some elders of the Demon Sect Alliance.
They were like a ghost, finally showing its fangs. The demon cultivators present recognized them and their eyes were split open: "It's you! The remnants of the Xuanwu Sect!! You are actually still alive!"
They quickly realized what was happening and looked at Mo Shang in front of them in shock: "You have colluded a long time ago! Those blind guys from the Demon Alliance actually led the wolf into the house!"
Mo Shang looked at the restless demon cultivators below with a calm expression, and this glance silenced them.
They had no choice but to fall into endless fear, whether it was Mo Shang or the remnants of the Xuanwu Sect who suddenly attacked.
They were frightened out of their wits.
Mo Shang spoke at this time: "I am not familiar with them. I will kill you just because you are wrong and should not pretend to be my master!"
"—Deserves to be killed!"
As soon as he spoke, Lin Xuan made a gesture and killed these elders on the spot.
Some people who wanted to defeat the enemy rushed towards Mo Shang like crazy, but he penetrated these people's bodies without even looking.
From the beginning to the end, Mo Shang kept his head lowered and his eyes were indifferent. There seemed to be a sadness hidden in his eyes that was not easy to be discovered. It's like killing these people doesn't give him much pleasure.
As he said, it was a funeral.
In this way, he told Mo Dao what his reverse scale was.
-Touch it and you will die!
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