in the name of calamity

In the main altar of Qixuemeng, Luosha was already red-eyed, but there were still dozens of people surrounding him, and the three elders in front of him were looking at him angrily.

"Kill, you actually betrayed the organization." The elder pointed at him and cursed.

Luo Sha didn't answer, but just calculated how he could solve them without dying.The wounds on his body were so painful that he was numb, and the only thing that survived in his mind was the order from his master.

Luo Sha was holding on to not let himself fall, he knew that as long as he fell, all opportunities would be gone.

Seeing that he was seriously injured, the Great Elder gave an order, and when he looked at the person who charged towards him, Luo Sha felt a little annoyed, master, Luo Sha might not be able to serve you.

"If you want to kill him, you still have to ask me, the master, if he will agree?"

The cold words, accompanied by a white shirt, had arrived in front of Luo Sha in an instant.Raksha was lifted up, looked up and saw Qian's serious face, and that Qingyun who had betrayed his master and the old bustard of Xishuilou, he opened his eyes wide, fearing that he was in a trance for a while.

Mo Houjun still came, and he said to let him wait and see how the situation changed, but he didn't care about the time.

To be honest, he was worried about Yue, and he also wanted to see how things developed.

"Who are you?" The Great Elder looked at the modest and gentlemanly person in front of him and asked.

"The Lord of the Absolute Heaven Pavilion."

"Tianjue Pavilion?" The three old men looked at each other, they had never heard of such an organization in Jianghu.

"You are a nobody, yet you dare to come to the Blood Alliance." The Great Elder stared at each other with forgiveness.

Yue smiled coldly, "You can ask Hades for advice!"

"What an arrogant little student, come here..." Before the words were written, the world was suddenly dark and chaotic, only the eyes slowly turned a strange purple.

The wind is surging, and the stumped limbs and broken feet are scattered all over the ground densely. Maybe someone's broken hand or broken foot is under my feet accidentally.Originally healthy people were all human pillars who had lost their limbs and fell to the ground at this time, and their faces became painfully distorted due to the loss of limbs.The momentary wailing in that patch of land turned into intermittent humming.

The white color of the original moon face was stained gorgeously by blood, and rounds of blood-colored confusion flashed under the moonlight in the dark night.No one saw his weapon, and no one saw him make a move. It was almost completed in a flash of lightning. When they realized it, the ground was covered with a sea of ​​blood, and the remnant body made them sick for a while.

Even Luo Sha and Mo Houjun, who were used to seeing dead people, lost their peace by this sudden image of hell.The timid Xiaomo supported Ling with a sassy face, and vomited violently.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't move his footsteps. He wanted to close his eyes, but he was overwhelmed by the chaotic bloody scene. The blood-soaked youth, dressed in white, absolutely felt pure.

A piece of darkness, a piece of light, a piece of blood, a piece of purity

Obviously very contradictory opposites, but they really exist in this scene, imagining a strange beauty!

Ling's body trembled violently, and even his heart trembled violently. Is this person the pure snow-like Jing he knew?So arrogant, so arrogant, that glamorous face under the blood is so frozen that even the moonlight is inferior.

Someone held her hand tightly, and Qianmian realized that her hand was icy cold, and the hands she held couldn't feel the warmth at all. Although Mo Houjun was calm, but his eyes were probably clear, Qianmian was so joking. , now he will not laugh at him.He was thankful that his master was not really angry with him, otherwise it was not because he was afraid, he was cold from head to toe, as if he had fallen into a spring of ice, sinking downward, and it was impossible to come up again.

As for those who died under his hands, fear was something that could not be described, the hell on earth was nothing more than that.

My limbs were broken, but I didn't die all at once, I just watched my blood flow slowly to all directions, quickly dyed my eyes red, no one came to save me, and then I felt pain inch by inch, and my heart was full of fear Incomparable, even more terrified than losing limbs, not even knowing how he died.

Facing such a situation, the smile on the corner of the death messenger's mouth slowly unfolded, strange and beautiful.It turns out that the blood stimulation of human instinct is natural, although it is a bit difficult to understand, but he doesn't hate it.

Xiao Mo suddenly remembered what he once said to himself, "These eyes are beautiful when they are bleeding!"

Yes, those pure and colorful eyes are not blood-colored, but dark purple, beautiful.No one dares to look into such eyes, for fear that if they fall into it, they will lose their soul, the purple color of blood and soul.

"You are a devil, you are a devil, a devil, a devil..." The Great Elder regretted that he angered this devil, but his face that looked like a fairy turned out to be blood-drenched cruelty, and there was nothing he could do about the destruction of the Blood Enlightenment Alliance.

Such a person is not human at all, with those mysterious purple eyes, the power to destroy everything with bare hands, and that extraordinary face, this person is bloodthirsty even when he smiles.Such a person, what is not a devil?

"So what if I'm a devil? You shouldn't have offended me." The cold voice revealed too much contempt for everything.

"Rakshasa."

"Master." Luo Sha came back to his senses, and did not look at the several elders who fell on the ground. At this moment, the Enlightenment Blood Alliance had disappeared from the rivers and lakes, so he quickly calmed down, and returned to his original calm when he said, "Please give orders, Master."

Very good, Yue nodded. When facing Rakshasa, he was no longer as cruel and ruthless as when he killed people just now, and returned to his original calm. "Clean it up, and I don't need to tell you how to do the rest, right?"

"Yes, this subordinate understands." He knew that what the master was talking about was also about the internal rectification of the Blood Enlightenment Alliance.In fact, there are some old stubborn people in the headquarters. Now that they have been cleaned up, they can handle things very well.

"Go down." He waved to him, looked at the blood stains all over his body, frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Go back and take a bath." Mo Houjun had already regained his composure.He nodded towards them, leaving a sea of ​​blood behind him, and left the main altar of the Blood Initiation League.