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"Junior brother, why do you bother begging him? He has already slaughtered my Jidao Palace. Is he still going to kill a few of us?"

Yang Lin snorted coldly. At this moment, he was filled with righteous indignation. He didn't want to compromise, let alone Chen Muyu's plea for mercy and humiliate him.

Chen Muyu felt like he wanted to cry without tears. Senior brother, senior brother, why don't you live a good life? Why do you want to anger him?

I know you are angry, but what's the use of being angry? Only by saving your life can you make a difference.

Looking at the Blood Ancestor anxiously, Chen Muyu's nerves were tense and he was ready to attack with the Daoxin Stick at any time.

"Ha ha……"

The Blood Ancestor stared at Yang Lin for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Boy, do you want to avenge your senior brothers? Or do you want to avenge the 200,000 heaven-level disciples of the Jidao Palace? Or, for yours? Master?"

"snort."

Yang Lin snorted coldly and did not reply.

Revenge for your senior brother?

Let's put it this way, my will is not that strong.

After all, the five senior brothers had taught and helped him over the years, but as he grew up, they were more restricted and suppressed. Yang Lin couldn't tell what kind of feelings he felt towards those five senior brothers in his heart.

Gratitude, resentment?

Perhaps it was because the two completely opposite emotions canceled each other out, so he didn't feel too disturbed by the death of the five senior brothers.

Not only that, after the death of the five senior brothers, he gradually took back control of the sect, and he was even a little happy in his heart.

As for those fallen sect disciples.

Most of them are not related to his interests, but as the leader of a sect, you almost killed all the disciples of my sect, so how can you not feel angry in your heart.

The source of this anger comes more from self-esteem and face than from the pain of cutting flesh and bones.

"If I tell you now that the lives of two hundred thousand heaven-level disciples were promised to me by the Jida back then, what would you think?"

A smile faded from the blood ancestor's face.

What?

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

The lives of the two hundred thousand heaven-level disciples were given to him by the founder of the Jidao for the death of the blood ancestor?

"nonsense."

Yang Lin's face turned red and he angrily scolded the Blood Ancestor.

How is that possible? It's just ridiculous. I've never heard of such a joke.

The Jidao Palace is the direct lineage of the Jidao. The two hundred thousand heaven-level experts are all the elites of the Jidao Palace. What reason does the Jida have to bury their elites in vain to the traitorous Blood Ancestor?

"I know this is hard for you to believe."

Seeing Yang Lin's excitement, the Blood Ancestor grinned, "But think about it carefully. If it weren't for the acquiescence of the Jidao, I could kill the two hundred thousand heaven-level disciples of the Jidao Palace so easily. And today, I would have killed Can I stand in front of you so calmly?"

These words were like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding in everyone's minds.

Yes, how powerful the Jida is. He can watch so many of his disciples, including the five most outstanding direct disciples, being slaughtered by the Blood Ancestor?

The fact is that from the beginning to the end, the Jida did not take any action against the Blood Ancestor.

He was so powerful, and seeing his disciples being slaughtered, why didn't he take action to punish the Blood Ancestor?

Is it really like what the Blood Ancestor said, is there any deal between the Jida and the Blood Ancestor?

At this moment, everyone felt that their faith was about to collapse.

"impossible!"

Yang Lin just shook his head and repeatedly said it was impossible.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yang is an honest man, why do you treat him like this?"

Chen Muyu couldn't stand it anymore and sighed beside him.

"I was as honest as him back then."

The Blood Ancestor stopped smiling, said something incomprehensible, and stopped continuing the topic.

After all, regardless of whether what he said is true or false, his goal has been achieved.

Regardless of whether Yang Lin believes it or not, if a seed is planted in Yang Lin's heart, he will naturally doubt his belief in the future.

But Chen Muyu knew clearly that the Jida might not be unable to take action, but were restricted by something.

However, with the power of Jida, is there anything else that can limit him?

…

The Blood Ancestor ignored Yang Lin, bypassed him and came to Shimen.

"Senior brother, don't listen to his nonsense."

Chen Muyu came to Yang Lin's side, reached out and patted Yang Lin's shoulder, and said through a message, "Don't you know who he is? How can you believe the words of the enemy?"

Yang Lin woke up, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and he looked at Chen Muyu gratefully, "Thank you, junior brother."

Chen Muyu smiled reluctantly, "Look, if you didn't bring me here, I still couldn't escape."

Yang Lin smiled bitterly, the appearance of the Blood Ancestor left them no choice.

"What are you doing here? Let's go."

In front of the stone gate, the Blood Ancestor turned back to look at everyone.

No one dared to move. When Chen Muyu was about to approach, he was held back by Yang Lin.

"boom."

At this time, Shimen suddenly shook.

The arm that had just reached out suddenly again.

It was already so terrifying, and the aura emanating from his arms made Chen Muyu's breath stagnate and his face turn pale.

It turned out that Yang Lin and the others were afraid of this.

The Blood Ancestor was in front of the stone gate, so the arm was naturally the first to grab him.

The Blood Ancestor raised his eyebrows slightly, exuding a hint of blood.

The blood energy was like silk, instantly wrapping around that arm.

Tighten.

Tsk.

That terrifying arm was cut into countless pieces by the blood energy before it even touched the Blood Ancestor.

A strong rancid smell spread quickly.

"Roar……"

Inside the stone gate, there was a roar, mixed with a wail of extreme pain.

"Junior brother, let's go."

The blood ancestor's mouth curved slightly, and he put one hand behind his back. This was the first time he called Chen Muyu his junior brother. Before Chen Muyu could respond, he had already stepped through the door.

"Senior brother?"

Before Chen Muyu could recover, he turned to look at Yang Lin.

There was still fear on Yang Lin's face.

This gap in strength is really huge. Even if he is in the early stage of Breaking the Dao Realm, in the eyes of the Blood Ancestor, he is probably not as good as a reptile.

Master still has instructions.

If the Blood Ancestor takes the lead, how will he explain it?

"Walk."

Yang Lin made a quick decision and took Chen Muyu into the stone gate.

Chen Muyu was named by the Blood Ancestor, so he didn't dare not go in.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

Going in?

How dangerous it is inside, who dares to go in?

All they are thinking about now is whether to wait here or simply run away for their lives?

Wait here? If the Blood Ancestor comes out, will he take their lives?

It's better to take this opportunity to escape.

After all, preserving life is the most important thing. Who would choose to dance with snakes and seek the skin of tigers when they know that it is very dangerous to go in?

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