The devil has too many vests

When "Xu Yuan" and Xie Qi "fortunately" escaped from the underground palace and were discussing with great interest the "adventure" that happened to him, many members of the Blood Refining Sect were attracted by the explosion of the Blood Refining Pool. , had already arrived before the palace and saw a scene that shocked them.

The place that was supposed to be the gate of the palace was just piles of stones piled up randomly on the ground, and through the empty "gate", the first thing everyone saw was the boy in black standing in the center of the palace.

His hair was dark black, his face was pale, and his facial features were handsome and sharp, giving his facial features an aggressive aura.The most palpitating thing is the young man's dark eyes that are deep and calm, but seem to see everything in front of him as nothing.

Even though he looks ordinary, has never shown the slightest vicious and terrifying aura, and his appearance can be regarded as the most favorable in the public's aesthetics, but these eyes just look at him calmly, and everyone can't help but look at him. He held his breath, only to feel that he seemed to be just a moving corpse in the eyes of the other party, no different from all dead things such as dust, gravel, and weeds.

The young man's sense of existence was so strong that everyone directly ignored the other two big living people in the hall, and they were completely quiet for a few breaths before turning their eyes and noticing the already cold corpse at the other's feet.

The next moment, someone recognized the identity of the corpse.

"Is it the suzerain?!"

I don't know who yelled first, which immediately reminded the others, and they all looked over.

"Is it really the suzerain?"

"The suzerain is actually dead?!"

Or surprise, or shock, or disbelief, and of course anger, secret joy, resentment... Many voices containing different emotions sounded at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a question arose in everyone's mind: Who killed him?

And the answer is not hard to understand.

After a while of turmoil, these members of the Blood Refining Sect who had been ruled by Zhao Zhongzhi's powerful strength and ruthless nature had to admit a fact.

——The helmsman who ruled the secret organization of the Blood Refining Sect is dead. He was killed by an unknown stranger in the Blood Refining Sect's lair, and died in front of them!

Then, will these former subordinates want to avenge the dead suzerain?

In the chaotic crowd, many people looked at each other tacitly.

Do not make jokes!They are neither loyal ministers and filial sons who follow the way of emperors and ministers, nor those who pay attention to orthodox names and orthodoxy, they are people in the way of demons!

In the magic way, strength is respected, and interests are the first.The so-called righteousness, fame, and morality are not enough to serve as a criterion to restrain their actions.

Facing the nominal leader's death, except for a few of Zhao Chongzhi's direct descendants who were filled with resentment and sadness, the others became excited instead, especially the eyes of the two sect elders who had only recently broken through to the second level of condensed reality. ambition.

The two of them suddenly realized: Since the suzerain is dead, as the existence with the highest cultivation level in the Blood Refining Sect, don't they have a chance to take the position?

They are all veterans who have been in the arena for many years. Those present can tell at a glance that Zhao Zhongzhi's injuries did not come from a frontal fight, but more like a sneak attack from behind the scenes.Therefore, they concluded that the cultivation level of the person who made the attack was comparable to it, or even a little lower, otherwise why didn't they dare to confront it head-on?

The logic makes sense.Even though they were shocked by Yan Weilou's aura not long ago, after inferring his true strength, the fear in these people's hearts dissipated immediately, and their confidence doubled: it turned out to be a paper tiger, a bastard!

After figuring out that Yan Weilou is just a paper tiger, questioning voices followed: "You killed our suzerain?"

"it's me."

Many murderous eyes shot over, and the black-clothed boy looked calm, and casually flipped the hilt in his hand. This was another ordinary long sword he just took out from the Qiankun Ring.Immediately, he shook his sword flower.

"I fell in love with the blood refining sect, so I killed him."

His tone was too flat, too arrogant, and too taken for granted.So much so that everyone almost didn't react.After waiting to realize the meaning of his words, everyone laughed out of anger.

"What an arrogant boy! Want to take my blood-refining sect away? You really think we're all for nothing!"

Amidst the anger, more than a dozen warriors in the Insight Realm made a decision at the same time.

——Take out this outsider first, and then compete for the suzerain position based on strength.

So, they rushed up aggressively.

Then there is no more then.

Although he had already regarded these people as his future coolies, and he didn't want to kill too much and waste resources, since they didn't know what to do, Yan Weilou would not soften his heart.In his past and present lives, what he was best at was killing people, and he never showed mercy.

The moment they rushed up, the young man who had been standing in the center of the palace with a calm expression finally moved.

He took a step forward.

It was as if thunder rumbled in the sky, the wind split the clouds and mist, and endless murderous intent suddenly appeared in the quiet and peaceful palace-it was clear that nothing happened, but an illusion seemed to appear out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes.This is due to the fact that the two sides are too powerful due to the soul gap.

Yan Weilou no longer intentionally concealed the aura of spirit and soul, and immediately suppressed the spiritual will of these people, resulting in frequent hallucinations, and the weak and weak even became dizzy.

Zheng——

The long sword is unsheathed.

If it is said that the previous moment he was like a calm deep sea, suppressing all dangers, only showing a deep breath to warn the weak not to provoke.

Then when those people rushed up beyond their limits, the next moment he was like a sudden storm in the silent deep sea, turning the howling wind and roaring ocean currents into incomparable power, destroying everything along the way. All obstacles were shattered in the blink of an eye, attacks from all directions.

The boy's figure was so fast that there were many afterimages in the space, and each afterimage was facing a person.The siege they thought was extremely powerful turned into a joke the moment the unknown boy in black made his move.

This young man looks young, but his combat experience is extremely rich, as if he has experienced hundreds of battles. Although the material of the weapons in his hands is average, he is constantly pulling out various weapons from the Qiankun Ring, and each of them is flexible. Using it, it seems that all kinds of weapons are omnipotent.

Even if he used up too much weapon later, he simply faced the enemy empty-handed, and he did not lose the wind in the slightest.The youth's fists and feet with a layer of true energy are the sharpest weapons, and they can always accurately find everyone's weaknesses.

The more the people fought, the more frightened they became.

... It is really hard to imagine that this gesture of incomparable proficiency in the weak points of the human body, and the ruthless posture of making moves and attacks come from the hands of a young man.It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the top killer of the Dark Pavilion.

A martial artist with a good vision can tell at a glance that what he uses is not a powerful martial art, but is closer to the method of fighting on the battlefield.There is no specific move, every move and every move is like a killing technique that has been honed over thousands of years. It does not pursue gorgeousness and good looks, but only pursues the fastest and most concise way to kill the enemy.

For a moment, everyone was at a loss.Are they in the way of the devil, or is this the person in the way of the devil?

In less than a quarter of an hour, a group of Blood Refining Sect warriors who rushed forward flew out in various postures and in different directions in all directions.

Temporary fractures and ruptured internal organs were only minor injuries, and not all had severed hands and feet. The few people who were loyal to Zhao Chongzhi and whose resentment could be seen at a glance were even beaten to death on the spot. generally.

This is also because Yan Weilou abandoned the sword halfway and used fists and kicks instead.Otherwise, there will be more casualties.

It was simply a textbook-level slap.

When the group of people lay on the ground, moaning and chirping, unable to utter a single word, Yan Weilou changed into a clean and tidy outer robe leisurely, and looked around.

As the victor, the young man proclaimed of course: "From now on, together with you and others, the Blood Refining Sect belongs to me."

Others naturally didn't dare to say another word. Instead, many flatterers immediately struggled to get up from the ground, endured the pain and knelt down on one knee, proclaimed their lord, and swore allegiance.

"Haha, the strong prey on the weak, the winner is the king and the loser."

Yan Weilou raised his eyebrows and laughed heartily.

"The rules of magic way, I like it!"

He didn't care whether these people were sincere or not, anyway, as long as he was always better than them, they would not dare to betray.And if he is lazy and slack in strength and is surpassed by others, and finally suffers backlash, he is also seeking his own death, and he is no different from others.This simple and crude rule is actually much more reliable than the kindness and morality he once believed in naively.

Through the fight just now, Yan Weilou also understood the strength of these people, he stretched out his fingers and pointed to everyone: "No matter what happened before, you, and you, from now on, you two will be the left and right guardians of the sect, you, You... you can wait for the new hall master..."

"Yes, Sect Master."

"Thank you Sect Master!"

Randomly selected two Dharma protectors, four hall masters, and several deacons, and simply and rudely assigned these people a rank from ordinary disciples to Dharma protectors according to their different levels of cultivation.

Yan Weilou was about to send them away when he was suddenly taken aback: "I almost forgot, I don't like the name Blood Refining Sect. If you don't know it, you think it's killing people to refine blood. It doesn't sound like a good idea. Change it. !"

Looking at the new suzerain who seemed to be thinking hard about a new name, everyone present was speechless.

...Are we a good way after all, does someone have no B numbers at all?Is it possible that he still wants to deceive himself and call himself the holy religion like Tianzong?

When he was slandering, he saw the young man wave his hand.

"From now on, the Blood Refining Sect will be renamed as the Netherworld Sect, and this seat is the Sovereign of the Netherworld Sect."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and countless pairs of eyes looked at him in disbelief.

The name Huang Quanzong is not special, what is special is another name - Bi Luotian.

800 years ago, the Dayou Dynasty was shattered, the righteous and the evil were suppressed, and the flames of magic swept across the world in Biluotian!

These two names are immediately related, no matter who hears them, they will have associations.Now that the daoist demon is disappearing, Yan Weilou dared to name him like this, he was like a target.

Now it is only hidden in the dark, once it spreads in the future, not only the righteous way will not tolerate it, even the Big Dipper Demon Palace, which claims to be the orthodox descendant of Bi Luotian, will not tolerate it.I'm afraid that if they go out, they will be besieged by the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of this, even the always brave people in the magic way can't help but tremble, and there are many complicated meanings in the eyes of the young man in front of him.It can be said that it is audacious to offend both the righteous and the devil with just one name.

Some people still want to struggle to the death: "Zong, Zongzhu, is this inappropriate? The name Huangquanzong..."

"What's wrong with this name? What's wrong?" Yan Weilou looked at him with a very peaceful tone.

The man twitched his lips and closed his mouth tightly.

... Big fists are the truth, let him go.To die in the future is a matter of the future. If you say something wrong now, you will die now.

So everyone bowed in unison: "The suzerain is wise!"

Yan Weilou was very satisfied with this group of subordinates who were coming, and immediately sent them down first.He still has work to do.

As for whether these people will take the opportunity to escape?

Well, the incarnation of "Xu Yuan" is not far away, waiting to get a few people in the magic way to increase their reputation!

Just thinking about it, a voice came from behind: "Just let them go, don't worry about them going out to spread the news? Or attracting people to deal with you?"

Yan Weilou turned around, and saw Xiao Wuyi looking at him curiously, without the slightest sense of being a prisoner.In contrast, Qu Fang is much more peaceful.

Xiao Wuyi was really curious.

The way of evil is not as good as the way of righteousness, and it is not just a few slogans that can make disciples return to their hearts.

Generally, people in the magic way will have ways to control important disciples, either by brainwashing them from a young age, or by using Gu with medicine.In comparison, what Yan Weilou did just now was too childish.It's just to make those people swear allegiance, and they can turn around and betray.

However, the black-clothed young man remained indifferent, his pitch-black eyes were unmoved, and he just waved his hands indifferently, as if everything was under control:

"Let them go."

This kind of self-confidence and domineering made Xiao Wuyi's eyes shine again and again, and he looked at him more solemnly: "Your Excellency is so courageous! No wonder you are recognized by the holy fire! You are worthy of being the descendant of God back then!"

"???" Yan Weilou was confused, "Holy fire? Heirs from God?" What is this all about?

Xiao Wuyi, on the other hand, was determined: "Your Excellency, why do you pretend to be stupid with me? Just now you used the holy fire just like your arm. What's more, I'm a dead man anyway..."

When he thought about it, he had witnessed the whole process of the simple and rude establishment of Huang Quanzong, and he had also seen the true face of this mysterious person, so how could he still have a chance of surviving?Might as well satisfy your curiosity before you die.

Xiao Wuyi made it so clear that Yan Weilou finally realized it.He stretched out his hand, and a wisp of white flame ignited at his fingertips.

"You mean this? Is this the holy fire?"

"Exactly. One of the most prestigious symbols of the Heavenly God of the Blue Fall. I, of course, the Big Dipper Demon Palace, will not admit my mistake."