Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Now Murong Lin redeemed the "Soul Seizing Body Formation" and directly arranged it under his body, surrounding all living beings in it, very quickly.

And because he was inputting spiritual power into Cang Zhusheng to recover from his injuries, he naturally understood his whole body's condition clearly, and mobilized the non-life and non-phase energy hidden in Cang Zhusheng's sea of ​​souls.

Then this power, accompanied by the formation, instantly imprisoned the souls of all the creatures. Not only could they not leave the soul space, but they could not even control their own bodies.

In an instant, Cang Zhusheng's life and death was in Murong Lin's hands.

Cang Zhusheng didn't even notice that his power was being absorbed by Murong Lin, and Murong Lin's cultivation level was also rising. He just couldn't believe it.

He thought crazily in his heart: "Lin'er! What are you doing?!"

He didn't know what happened, but now it seemed that his good disciple Murong Lin should have done something to make him unable to resist at all.

But why did Murong Lin do this?

Does he know what he is doing?

The corners of Murong Lin's mouth rose slightly, feeling the rising spiritual power in his body, along with his own cultivation level, which was constantly rising and changing.

He felt the doubts and madness of the people in front of him, so he quietly approached his ear, narrowed his eyes and said, "Master, can't you see? I am killing my master!"

Kill the master!

Kill the master!

Kill!

Cang Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, as if he had suffered a huge blow, but it seemed that because the blow was so severe, his nerves escaped on their own, and he was unable to feel how painful it was.

Murong Lin, what did he just say?

Killing a master?

Is he going to kill his master?

Isn't his master just me?

He wants to kill me?

He wants to kill me!

For a time, it was difficult for Cang Zhusheng, the master of the Moon Worship Tower, to accept that even though he had massacred millions, a single order was enough to lead to the destruction of a small country. The deaths of countless creatures were entangled with him, and he still found it difficult to accept his own fate. The disciple wants to kill himself.

Cang Zhusheng also climbed up from the bottom, and there are many methods used in this. They framed friends, slaughtered relatives, sacrificed lovers, and used all kinds of methods, just to climb up.

But now, after being simply betrayed by his disciple, he had begun to feel that the world was not worth it.

Murong Lin was a little shocked. The inanimate and phaseless energy he controlled sensed great struggle and pain in Cang Zhusheng's body. This feeling naturally blessed him.

He opened his mouth slightly and said with a joking look in his eyes: "No, master, you are also the head of a sect after all. Can't you accept such a trivial matter? I do think highly of you."

Listening to Murong Lin's voice trying his best to ridicule him, Cang Zhusheng felt uncomfortable, desperate, and angry, but he was still affected by Murong Lin's aura of the villain and had some doubts.

Lin'er will not harm herself!

He swore an oath to heaven and earth!

He taught it himself!

right! This Murong Lin is fake, just to break through his own psychological defense!

As if sensing Cang Zhusheng's inner struggle, Murong Lin smiled slightly and continued talking, hoping to break through the last line of defense in his heart.

"You think I'm fake? No, look at my knife. Is it still very sharp?"

Murong Lin directly pulled out his "Nine Kills" and stabbed Cang Zhusheng in the back, directly piercing his body and piercing out of his chest.

Seeing the blade stained with red blood appearing in his sight, Cang Zhusheng became completely desperate this time.

It’s really Murong Lin!

It's really him!

He wants to kill me!

Feeling the extremely powerful artistic conception on the blade, Cang Zhusheng suddenly felt that it was very ironic. He was the one who took a fancy to Murong Lin's sword talent, so he spent a lot of resources to snatch him back from the other nine sects. .

And now, Murong Lin stabbed his chest with his knife.

"Why?" Cang Zhusheng said this with difficulty.

At this moment, his body could no longer be covered by shadows, and his original appearance was exposed, a skinny and stooped figure, with a face full of wrinkles and signs of aging.

His eyes were desperate and sad, and they had left Murong Lin's control.

Because he had nothing left that Murong Lin could continue to plunder.

"Because, I want to."