[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The next day.

Jiang Wuyuan played with the leader's token, and sat obliquely on the leader's seat. All the congregants below were overwhelmed by a frightening aura. They couldn't believe that Mr. Ke Qing, who was usually so handsome It turned out to be an illusion.

"No matter how many of you are dissatisfied, but the leader's order is in my hands, all of you must listen to me, understand?"

There was no sound, no one moved.

Jiang Wuyuan laughed, the low-pitched laughter was especially clear in the silent hall, everyone shuddered, sweated profusely, and quickly lowered their heads.

Jiang Wuqiu looked at the people below, he knew they were not sincere, so a few strands of black air were pulled out from the palm of his hand and divided into smaller strands, which penetrated into their brows in an instant, and dozens of kneeling people immediately Changed, he raised his head boldly, and looked at Jiang Wureen with respectful and obsessive eyes.

For the first time, he needs to let the wraiths occupy the bodies of people in the world, but this is not considered to destroy the objects in the world, and he doesn't want to spend more time, this is the best solution.

Jiang Wuyuan was very satisfied with this, and the end of his casual tone rose: "In a day, attack the Tianyao faction."

After saying a word, the audience shouted: "Yes!"

Fang Muyu was summoned to the door by the head of the sect, and said that the demon sect had been deceiving people too much recently. The former was as respectful as he listened to the teachings, but he knew the truth in his heart.

The day before yesterday, Jiang Wuyuan told him that he had a plan that he had been thinking about for more than ten years but had never been approved. At that time, Fang Muyu realized that Jiang Wuyuan had made this plan the night after Fang Mushi died. It will take effect only after Fang Muyu is able to take charge of it alone.

Jiang Wuyuan didn't explain the plan itself, but Fang Muyu had already guessed a little bit, and his face was not very good. He guessed that in the original plan, he should be the best candidate to go to the Demon Cult.

But now, it was Jiang Wuyuan.

"So," the sect leader tried his best to keep his voice from trembling, looking more convincing, and persuaded Fang Muyu and himself: "No matter who, as long as he is a member of the Demon Cult, he will be killed without mercy."

After finishing speaking, the head of the sect drove Fang Muyu away. The former couldn't bear to let the person whom the younger brother cherished the most kill him in the end.

The last sigh was not heard by anyone, and no one knew that the majestic head of the past had sat on the seat for a long time, and when he got up, his eyes were red, and his palm was once again bloody.

That afternoon there was news of the Demon Sect Attack Sect, Jiang Wuyuan was the leader, and all the elders and sect masters who knew the plan chose an excuse to avoid seeing them, and the remaining few inner sect disciples with good strength went to defend against the enemy.

However, Jiang Wuyuan was not prepared to let them do it, and he avenged himself. Therefore, 360 people from the entire sect, outside the Tianyao Sect, spent five days and nights setting up the sword formation 15 years ago. Dead without a whole body.

Jiang Wuyuan stood floating in the air, his moon-white robe fluttering with the wind, and his black hair criss-crossed and fluttered behind him, as if he had returned to the peak period of prosperity and prosperity back then. A small smile finally appeared on his face that had been frozen all day long, but he did not People know what he saw in the depths of his pupils when he looked at this scene.

The sword array is mysterious and obscure, and the angle of the mechanism is unexpected. Before the people in the first row noticed it, they were cut into pieces directly. When the place is wrong and you want to retreat, a voice sounds from above:

"Everyone, this is my lifelong wish, and I hope everyone will live up to me."

This voice is like the most powerful drug, and the eyes of the people suddenly become blood red and fierce uncontrollably, swarming up, rushing towards each other, stepping on the bloody beach of the corpses of the predecessors, turning a deaf ear to the self-inflicted danger , even though his body was chopped off by the sudden sword energy, and his head was cut off, he did not stop moving forward.

It's like a controlled walking dead.

Jiang Wuyuan was in the sky, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his smile was sarcastic and relieved.

In the sect, the disciples saw that face and didn't know what to do for a while. It was incredible that the little uncle who disappeared suddenly appeared as the leader of the demon sect. Fang Muyu suppressed the anxiety of everyone and set foot on the road alone. Void, as opposed to it.

Jiang Wuqiu looked at the miserable image of howling ghosts and howling wolves below, but there was no reflection in his eyes: "Your sister's revenge has been avenged, and the future will be peaceful and prosperous, and my wish will be fulfilled."

Fang Muyu trembled a little: "You don't regret it?"

"Regret!" Jiang Wuyuan said with a smile, "Of course I regret it, but what I regret is why I didn't coerce you to call me Master back then."

Fang Muyu pursed his lips, held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and drew the long sword out of its sheath. He didn't practice any other sword skills after that. He had used a set of sword moves for several years. At this moment, Jiang Wuchen understood the moves and was surprised. .

"you……"

Fang Muyu still didn't talk to her, she swayed her sword forward, her figure was swaying, and she was as straight as lightning, and she appeared an inch in front of Jiang Wuyu in the blink of an eye. The two of them were very close, and the atmosphere in Jiang Wuyu's eyes became more and more strange.

But the sword had already sunk into the little martial uncle's chest, and pierced out from behind, dripping with blood.

"Apprentice, you really didn't disappoint me."

Jiang Wuyuan even raised his hand to touch his face.

In the plan, he didn't plan to hide, and he died under the sword of his disciples with those members of the Demon Cult, which can be regarded as the completion of the whole process of atonement.

The cheeks were soft but cold to the touch, Fang Muyu allowed him to stroke his face all over, and the fluctuations in his eyes were well restrained.Killing a person is already a common thing in his original personality, even if the other party is Jiang Wuyuan, Fang He said something softly, only Jiang Wuyuan heard it, the latter was stunned and smiled.

After Yi Han's degree, his soul was scattered, and he managed to keep his body. When his life was in danger again, he couldn't hold on any longer. It was like a tense string breaking suddenly, and it only took a few seconds for him to vanish into thin air and cease to exist.

Really not even ash.

It's just that he doesn't need Jiang Wuyuan to die in his place, his sister is not here, Jiang Wuyuan is not here, his enemies have been wiped out, he has no desire to stay, the reason for cultivating immortals is because he took this path for his sister, now If no one is with him, he will give up.

Fang Muyu landed indifferently, and when all the disciples were cheering and running, he did something that everyone did not expect.

"Senior Brother!!"

"Big Brother!!"

Originally, the smile on his face was filled with panic and panic, but he reached out his hand desperately but couldn't touch the corner of the man's clothes. What was reflected in the sudden constriction of his pupils was the scene of the always cold and silent senior brother swinging his sword and committing suicide.

Blood spattered three feet from the neck, the body fell backwards and splashed a cloud of dust on the ground, but the man did not frown from the beginning to the end, and the expression on that delicate and unparalleled face remained unchanged until death.

Before Jiang Wuyuan dissipated, Fang Muyu said something, he said——

"I admit you, Master."