The villain leader always likes to die

A few years ago, the whereabouts of the Nine Dragon Xuanjie was discovered, and everyone was eager to try to possess this artifact.How much effort was wasted by many heroes, but the Nine Dragons Xuanjie finally fell into the hands of a young man.Many people secretly tried to snatch it by all means, but they failed to succeed and even lost their lives. They never imagined what this once humble young man had grown into now.The rank of the young Martial Emperor alone is enough to trample everyone under their feet.

After all, there are not many people who know the inside story. Things in Jianghu always happen suddenly and then disappear suddenly.People only need to follow a rule, don't talk too much about what you know, and don't talk nonsense if you don't know. This is the most basic rule of walking in the rivers and lakes.But there are very few who can do it, so gossip is the most indispensable thing in the world of martial arts.

Now everyone is talking about the unicorn bead. It is said that this unicorn bead is in the hands of the leader of the Demon Cult.This news is absolutely true, because the person who released the news is a member of the Demon Cult, since it is the information that was personally disseminated internally, it could be false.With a chasing wind, one spreads ten, ten spreads hundreds, and the matter of the Qilin Pearl is no longer a secret.

This time, there was another upsurge, and there were hundreds of sects that were unhappy with the Devil's Cult.All the heads don't want the Qilin King to be owned by the Demon Sect so easily. The Demon Sect is already powerful. If they get the artifact again, won't this disturb the peace of the world?

With such a big turmoil, everyone is also curious about how the mysterious organization looks at it. The Qilin Pearl is extraordinary, and there are naturally many people who want to get it.People don't believe that this organization, which has never been exposed to the public, will be able to withstand it, and it will probably take action in secret.And just as they expected, this seemingly peaceful and law-abiding organization was already about to move.

All the secret operations arranged in the Devil's Cult are also planned to take action.

Different from the past, the man is no longer wearing all kinds of white robes, but simply dressed in green clothes, and even his long snow-white hair is not tied with a headband, but is casually worn.Those silver eyes, which looked like snow leopards, also looked a bit enchanting under the faint moonlight.

I looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and watched the moon in the sky gradually hide in the dark clouds, and the earth became much darker in an instant.

The atmosphere became very strange, and it was so quiet that it seemed that one could hear the beating of one's own heart.

At this moment, I need to add another sentence: the night is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to kill and set fire!

I seem to be able to smell the faint smell of blood lingering in the air right now, which is chilling.

The atmosphere is rendered so heavy, isn't it true!

So the leader of the church decided to...

go to bed!

Nima!Labor and management have been standing at the window like this, waiting like an idiot for several nights!But why those idiots haven't shown up yet!Could it be that my plan is wrong?how can that be possible!Flip the table!

How could such a perfect plan fail to attract this group of hungry humans! (But not) Or is it that their concentration is really strong to the point of being abnormal!After monitoring labor and capital for so long, the master of the nuns will not arrange for the nuns to get some benefits!It’s no use just staring at me with a feather!Guys, take action!action!Take action!make a fist!

It's annoying... If you talk too much, you will cry...

Broken sleep!Broken sleep!

On the other side, on the roof of the hall, a young man in flying clothes was standing on the edge of the hall with his toes, his eyes were full of excitement.

The crescent moon slowly crawled out from the dark clouds, and the moonlight poured down, covering the entire magnificent Demon Cult in it.The huge Demon Cult is more like a city, with a gate in the east, south, west and north.There are many beautifully decorated sleeping halls in the layout, and looking all the way to the center, the iconic hall is even more gorgeous.Everything was carefully crafted extravagantly, and it also proved the noble status of the leader of the Demon Cult.

A cloud of mist appeared on the high city wall, and then a figure gradually appeared.I saw that the visitor was dressed in black, with the hem fluttering in the wind, which looked extremely cold under the moonlight.And on his face was a mask with odd-shaped patterns printed on it, revealing only a pair of icy pupils.

On the roof not far away, the same person in black with a white patterned mask appeared again.

With the appearance of the cloud and mist, more people in black came out of the cloud and mist one after another. They seemed to be copied people, and even their eyes were completely indifferent and without any emotion.

Immediately, the sleeping hall, the hall, and the city walls were sparsely populated by this group of uniformly dressed masked men.The breeze was bleak, and the crescent moon entered the cloud and mist again. The Demon Cult that had lost its light became dark, and a strange and tense atmosphere filled the air.

One of the masked men in black flew lightly from above the beams to the trees, and then danced like a dance, twirling lightly and slowly falling to the ground.

They seem to be the result of training, and they seem to be carefully arranged content.Everyone's movements are as gentle and euphemistic as dancing, which seems to be out of touch with their indifferent eyes.But that seemingly gentle strength should not be underestimated. It is the softness that overcomes the rigidity, which can be used to confuse people's minds.

All the masked people looked at each other correspondingly, as if communicating something with their eyes, they took out a handful of white feathers from their inner clothes and threw them into the sky.The evening wind blew by, and feathers were flying everywhere, implying the coming of a murderous opportunity.

The white feathers all over the sky fluttered unhurriedly.The masked people seemed to have timed it right, a sharp sword appeared in their hands, the moonlight emerged from the clouds again, the sword edge reflected the light of closed eyes, and crises abounded.

At the same time, the hidden guards hiding in the dark appeared one after another, flying poisonous darts at the group of masked men without saying a word.The poisonous dart thrown out by the group of demons was blocked by the masked man with a sword. In almost a second, a sword pierced into the heart of the dark guard, and the same was true on the other side.This group of masked men quickly dealt with the hidden guards...

The sword was pulled out uniformly from the body, and the splashed blood stained the flying feathers red, and immediately a strong smell of blood permeated the air, and the whole Demon Cult was enveloped in a breath of death.

This group of masked people are much stronger than ordinary people in terms of speed, strength and hearing ability.Even the trained hidden guards couldn't keep up with their speed. They looked soft and slow, but when they fell, they were fatally injured.

The blood-stained feathers fell on the shoulders and clothes of this group of masked men. The dull atmosphere made them look like ecstasies from hell, killing everything in seconds.

Shang Wujuan reached out to catch a blood-red feather, and the corners of his lips gradually curled up, with a hint of arrogance and evil. The pupils of the young man constricted and instantly turned bloodthirsty red.

He blew lightly, and the blood-colored feather in his hand flew across a graceful arc, slowly drifting away.

Shang Wuqian took a step forward, opened his arms, and leaned forward, the whole person actually fell from the top of the hall like this.

The moment he was about to touch the ground, the black mist emanating from Shang Wugao's body supported his body, allowing him to fall to the ground without any damage.

Shang Wuyu was surrounded by black mist from top to bottom, revealing his frightening figure and those blood-colored pupils indistinctly.

He quietly appeared behind one of the masked men, and the masked man didn't seem to notice the youth's existence at all.

After a while, the other party felt that something was wrong, and the moment he turned his head, a black mist that turned into a wind blade slashed straight at him.In an instant, the white mask was broken from it, and the man in black was cut in half by the wind blade.

The internal organs burst, and the dark red hot blood spilled on the white mask that was split in two, with a little bit of visceral slurry.

The young man's smile deepened, and he licked his lower lip with his tongue.

What a beautiful scent...

The masked man on the opposite side noticed something, leaped gently, touched the ground with his toes, and landed right in front of the broken mask.

The bloody and disgusting scene in front of him did not instill any fear in the flying masked man, and his still indifferent eyes met the young man's gaze.

Shang Wuqian smiled and said, "Don't you feel sorry for your companion?"

The masked man didn't speak, the sword was already aimed at the young man's heart, and stabbed quickly and accurately.

Seeing that he was about to pierce, unexpectedly Shang Wuqian suddenly grabbed the flying sword with one hand.Blood flowed from the cut palm, and the young man didn't seem to mind it at all.He threw away the sword casually, put his hand near his lips, and licked away the liquid dripping from his palm bit by bit, so that his lips were stained with blood.

Seeing that his form was not good, the masked man planned to summon other companions, but before he could turn around, his head fell to the ground and his body was separated.

The falling feathers were dyed dark red, and the viscous liquid made the feathers shrink into tiny bits, blending into this mess.

Gu Qingming, who was standing on the tree, looked disgusted: "Can't you use other methods to kill people?"

After so many years, he still can't accept such a disgusting method of killing people, not to mention that this person has a quirk of eating human flesh, it's just... disgusting...

Shang Wuqian raised his head, greeted the not-so-pleasant eyes with a smile: "It's faster and more convenient, isn't it?"

Gu Qingming looked away: "It's disgusting to me."

The young man was still smiling, his eyes fluctuated, but it wasn't because of Gu Qingming's words.He was wondering if that person would find him disgusting if he found out about all this...

Will Luo think he is disgusting...will he hate himself from now on...will he abandon him for this...or will he be killed like a monster...

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly couldn't laugh at all, his blood-red pupils were as terrifying as Shura's.

Absolutely can't... can't let this happen...

If in the end, the man can't accept him...

He doesn't mind using another method so that the man can be with him forever, just with him...forever...

Gu Qingming flicked out the whip and whipped it towards Shang Wu Prison.

The extremely lethal python whip was pulled away, and it landed right behind the young man, and a deep gash was cut on the masked man who was about to attack.Even so, the masked man refused to groan in pain.

Gu Qingming was disdainful, and sarcastically said to Shang Wuyu: "Don't expose your breath too clearly when you are in a daze, or you will die faster."