"then again, shouldn"t you get off him?"
Yan Zun lit the last disciple of Wanjianzong, burned to ashes, and then looked at the hidden respect that controlled the body of the disciple of Wanjianzong in disgust.
Yan Zun"s voice fell, and the hidden shadow broke away from the disciple of the ten thousand swords.
"me. What have I done! "
The disciple of Wanjianzong finally escaped from the hidden control, but did not feel the slightest happiness.
He knelt feebly on the ground and looked at his hands painfully, covered with the blood of his own door.
"you killed all these people."
The hidden shadow floated to him, looked at him, and said in a low but seductive voice.
The other three were just watching and did not attack the Wanjianzong disciple.
They"ve seen this trick many times.
"Ah!"
The disciple of Wanjianzong roared madly, killing the sin of the same door and completely crushing him.
After the roar, his hands hung down feebly, and a little blood and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.
His soul was completely killed in this sense of guilt, leaving only the body called the body.
"it"s time for the king to come, too."
Yan Zun went over, kicked off the body of the disciple of Wanjian Zong, and looked up at the sky.
"it should be almost there."
Mianjun also stood up from the ground and went to Yan Zun and took care of some messy clothes on his body.
Yin Zun and Lianyuan Zun also went over and stood on both sides of Yan Zun.
The remaining demon soldiers consciously lined up behind their four lords, waiting for their kings to come.
"by now, Zhenghao, they should have died in the line."
The Master Wanjianzong looked back in the direction of Wanjianzong. Behind her, the disciples of Wanjianzong, such as Ye Hanxin and Shangguan brothers and sisters, as well as Lin Hui and other scattered martial arts practitioners who came to Wanjian Zong"s strength, stood there looking in the direction of Wan Jianzong.
Although they retreated ahead of schedule and escaped from Wanjianzong, in order to carry out the plan **oothly, they also had to leave some of the disciples of Wanjianzong as victims, creating the illusion that they were too late to inform all the disciples of Wanjianzong. In order to achieve this goal, even Li Zhenghao, the deacon of Wanjianzong, chose to stay in Wanjianzong.
"if no master stays in Wanjianzong, the play is too fake."
Li Zhenghao said the same thing when he said goodbye to them with his voluntary disciples of Wanjianzong.
"Lord, let me take someone to get them out!"
The upper officials walked to the lord of Wanjianzong with grief and indignation and cried out in tears.
Lord Wanjianzong just looked back and looked at him calmly, without saying a word.
"Lord, are you just looking at deacons and dying there?"
The indifference of the lord of Wanjianzong made the Shangguan more angry.
"that"s enough. There are all the four honors of the demon clan. Do you want to die with more than ten thousand swords?"
Ye Han heart went forward and yelled loudly at the officials.
The sacrifice of Li Zhenghao and the disciples of Wanjian Zong will not be less than that of the government, but their sacrifice is to enable the plans negotiated by several lords to be carried out **oothly.
Lin Hui looked at Master Wanjian in silence, which is a matter for them, and these outsiders are not easy to interfere in. It is just that this woman looks cold and hard as an iron stone, and she is really willing to give up the hundreds of disciples of the ten thousand swords in the songzong of Wanjian.
Shangguan was reprimanded by Ye cold heart, but also silent.
He knew that Ye Hanxin was right with his lord, and that his lord had never missed anything. But he just couldn"t calm down and it was cruel to watch Deacon Li Zhenghao die with so many of them.
"these lives are on me."
Finally, the silent Master Wanjianzong spoke softly. Although there was still such a cold look on her face, it was not difficult to hear her remorse from her tone.
"it"s all because I"m not strong enough."
She didn"t care about the amazing eyes of others, nor did she care about the presence of outsiders.
"if I"m strong enough, I don"t have to sacrifice them."
Wanjianzong majored in the seventh order of the warring emperors, and few people in the underworld were able to do so above her. But in front of the four honors of the demon clan and the king of the unknown, it is still not enough to see.
Hearing this, everyone bowed their heads.
Among them, many are famous strong people in the secluded sky, complacent and their own strength on weekdays. But now in front of this raging genie, we can only watch those compatriots give them their lives in exchange for a chance to turn defeat into victory.
This time, they fully felt their weakness!
"but it is because we are not strong enough that we need to be stronger!"
The tone of the lord Wanjianzong began to become firm, and she looked up as if she had seen the souls of the martyred disciples of Wanjianzong.
"only by winning in the end can we be worthy of them and of the victims who have fallen under the demon sword this month."
The Lord Wanjianzong was right, whether the victims or the victims survived, all for the final victory. Only by winning the demon clan is the best consolation for these martyrs.
Lin Hui looked at the thrilling words on the sidelines. From the beginning of Wanjianzong, he had seen him, and he did not know what the man was thinking about now. His master du Fan, his little sister Li Xuehua and his eldest brother Zhao Qianlei have all returned to Tiandaozong and Tiangge domestic service regiment respectively.
The cooperation between several big families and the great families, and the survival and death of the underworld, are only in this war.
"Lord Wanjianzong, what a powerful woman."
Evil gods.
Luo Yan sat in his chair and looked at the letter in his hand. Even if he had always killed decisively, he had to sigh at the cruelty of the methods of the Lord Wanjianzong.
No matter how cruel he may be, he is only to the enemy, and this woman, even her disciple, can be sacrificed. Such a person has no weakness.
"so many people have been left in Wanjian Zong to be killed by monsters."
The Nangong Xirou now thinks of the decision made by the Lord Wanjianzong, which is also a little timid.
No matter how many times she thought about it, she didn"t think she could make such a ruthless decision.
"come on, let the following people get ready and start as soon as the news arrives."
Luo Yan waved his hand and let the Nangong cherish and soften down and arrange for a counter-attack on those monsters outside.
This time, he also saw how terrible it was when the Lord Wanjianzong took it seriously.
"it seems that she has decided not to succeed and will become benevolent."
Nangong nodded softly, sighed, and disappeared from Locke"s eyes.
"Welcome to my king!"
With a thunderstorm, the sky of Wanjianzong was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and an amazing momentum came out of the dark clouds.
The four honors of the demon clan knelt down together, and piously raised their heads and looked at the center of the dark clouds.
"Welcome to my king!"
Behind the four, the word for word of demon soldiers also knelt down, bowed their heads did not dare to look directly at the arrival of their noble king, the supreme existence of this demon clan, is also the reason for them to fight for it.
"I am glad to be able to take down Wanjianzong."
A voice that sounded weak came out of the clouds to appease the people of the demon race.