This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

Ten Thousand Demons Sect, inside the main hall

A man in dark purple robes sat on a high throne, with a dozen skulls suspended beside him, and in front of him knelt a monk tied up with five flowers.

The monk was wearing white clothes with the unique mark of the Seven Saints Immortal Gate embroidered on the chest. He was obviously a monk of the Seven Saints Immortal Gate.

The monk stared at the man in purple robe with wide eyes, his eyes full of anger.

He exudes a powerful aura, and his cultivation is at least at the Soul Formation Stage!

"Mo Jie! If you want to kill, then kill. If you want..."

The monk originally wanted to say something impassioned, but before he could finish his words, the man sitting on the high seat, who was called Mo Jie, stretched out a finger and pierced his throat.

The monk's already round eyes grew a little wider at that moment, as if the whole eyeball would pop out in the next second.

"Noisy."

Mo Jie said, but with an Anomaly smile on his lips.

The next second, his fingers were pulled out from the monk's throat, and with it, there was a streak of blood.

So far, a magic seal has slowly formed in Mo Jie's hand, and the next second, the blood streak suddenly turned into a stream of blood energy, rushing toward his nostrils.

"Hiss~~"

Mo Jie took a deep breath and seemed quite satisfied.

But unfortunately, after only a few seconds, the blood disappeared, and the previous monk had turned into a mummy.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but frown, and seemed a little dissatisfied again.

"Do the monks at the Soul Formation Stage only have this little blood?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound came from below.

"Please calm down, Lord Sect Master."

When Mo Jie heard this, he lowered his head and looked down.

I saw two people kneeling in the main hall.

One is dressed in red bloody clothes, the other in black robes.

The man in red is the person who just spoke, and he is also a Void Refining-stage elder of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, named Blood Without Tears.

The other person in black robe is clearly You Wensheng.

At this time, Xue Wu Lei spoke again.

"Although there are strong men from the Void Refining stage where the Seven Saints are stationed at the Immortal Gate, I am worried that the war is imminent and catching the opponent will alert them, so I specially captured a monk from the Soul Formation Stage."

"In a few days, when our army of Ten Thousand Demons Sect marches towards the Seven Saints Immortal Gate, there will definitely be many Void Refining phase monks from the Seven Saints Immortal Gate taking action."

"At that time, I will capture a few more Void Refining monks from the Seven Saints Immortal Gate for the lord, so that the lord can have a good meal!"

After hearing Xue Wu Lei's words, a smile appeared on Mo Jie's face.

"Why be so careful? If you can capture the monks in the Void Refining stage, just capture the monks in the Void Refining stage and come back."

"As for alerting the snake? Why worry? Didn't you always catch their monks back in the past?"

"It's common sense to arrest him now. If we don't arrest him, it will make them weird."

After listening to Mo Jie's words, Na Xue Wu Lai immediately showed a look of enlightenment.

"The lord of the sect is wise! It's the villain who is short-sighted!"

Looking at the bloody expression, Mo Jie just smiled coldly and didn't say anything.

Was Xue Wu Lei really worried that he might alert someone, so he only captured a Soul Formation Stage monk and brought it back to him?

Mo Jie might believe this if others said it, but when Xue Wu Lei said it, Mo Jie would never believe it.

Among the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, those who can climb to the Void Refining stage and obtain the position of elder are generally divided into two types.

One type is a person with outstanding strength and decisive killing, who can kill all sentient beings in order to gain strength.

This kind of people tend to be more direct. No matter what happens, they just kill them and it's over.

The other type of people are those who are thoughtful, good at using intrigues and tricks, and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

The strength and talent of this type of people may not be as strong and talented as the first type.

But in terms of terrifying level, they are even worse than the first type.

After all, if the former kills you, he is really going to chop you with a knife; if the latter kills you, he may be chatting and laughing with you one second, or even kneeling down to beg for mercy, but the next second, you will die under his knife.

Of course, there are also people who have outstanding strength and are good at using conspiracy and tricks, such as Mo Jie himself.

As for Blood Without Tears, they belong to this second category of people.

He is thoughtful, good at using intrigues and tricks, and is definitely not stupid.

What Mo Jie can think of, he will naturally not think of.

Then why didn't he bring back the monks in the Void Refining stage for Mo Jie?

It's very simple. If you can't beat it, or the risk is too great, you can pass it without tears.

The reason why I said those words was just to please Mo Jie.

Mo Jie knew all this, but he wouldn't say anything more.

After all, everyone has selfish motives. Even those guys at the Seven Saints Immortal Gate cannot be said to have no selfish motives.

What's more, their Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

"You go down first."

Mo Jie waved his hand towards Xue Wu Lei, indicating that he could go down.

Seeing this, Xue Wu Lei nodded immediately, then turned and left.

After Xue Wu Lei left, Ju Wensheng was the only one left in the hall who was still kneeling on the spot.

Only then did Mo Jie's eyes fall on him.

"How are the arrangements for the disciples coming from the South Dust Continent?"

Mo Jie asked. As he asked, he took out a few fingers from the Universe Bag and gnawed them like beans.

"Back to the sect master, the group of disciples from South Dust Continent have all been arranged to the residence under Zhou Leng's jurisdiction."

"Besides, before leaving, I killed a few disciples to give them some authority, so that they would not dare to mess around in the sect."

But after hearing this, Mo Jie, who was chewing his fingers, couldn't help but frown.

"A show of force? Don't you dare to mess around in the sect?"

Hearing Mo Jie's words, You Wensheng vaguely felt that something was wrong with his tone. He was about to admit his mistake immediately, but before he could speak, a bloody light came to him.

"Pfft~"

The bloody light slashed through his left shoulder and cut off his entire left arm.

"ah……"

Ju Wensheng subconsciously screamed in pain, but in just a moment, he was able to react, gritted his teeth and held on, and stopped screaming.

"My subordinates are not doing their job well! Please forgive me, Lord!"

You Wensheng covered the wound with one hand and did not dare to say anything. He quickly lowered his head and began to admit his mistake.

The man in front of him was the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, the most powerful person in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

He holds the power of life and death over all the disciples and elders of the entire sect.

Although You Wensheng still doesn't know what he did wrong, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense or protest for himself.

Among the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, the most powerful sect master can never be wrong.

Even if it is really wrong, it must be right!

If you get beaten, stand upright!