Devil Seeds

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his breathing, and tried his best to lower his sense of existence.

As an old Jianghu, although he doesn't know the full meaning behind this dialogue, he is very clear that this dialogue is very important, for him...for monks of the righteous way.

After mastering the core secrets hidden in it, he also has the capital to negotiate with those monks of the Demon Sect.

To decide the winner and stop the plot of the Demon Sect is the general direction and strategy.

For now, Yin Feiyang, as the leader of the group of righteous monks, the first thing to do is to lead those righteous monks to survive under the "breath" of the demon sect monks.

And firmly crucified in this world, occupying a place.

Waiting for changes in the pattern and changes in the world.

"The Archbishop! The Archbishop!" The man named Matthew kept calling the old man.

But the old man could no longer give any response.

His body has gradually become cold, and his cloudy and old eyes have lost their spirit and aura.

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his body, and looked forward through the gap between the chair legs.

On the podium directly in front of him, an old man in a red robe fell on the podium with his head up.

But there was a dagger with a blood groove in his chest, which let blood out.

The blood flowed down the body, slipped down, and dripped into a container used to hold blood under the podium.

"It turned out to be stabbed to death... Was it suicide? Or homicide? I didn't hear it from the conversation before." Yin Feiyang was surprised by the scene in front of him.

He originally thought that the picture behind the dialogue should be an old man telling a young man the secrets behind the world, followed by the teachings. But because of old age and lack of energy, after telling some secrets, he slowly fell asleep.

But I never thought that it would be such a picture.

The young man with slightly long black curly hair, pale skin and hooked nose knelt at the feet of the old man in red, staring intently at the golden goblet that was being filled with blood.

A sudden violent vibration began to spread from the distant surface to this remote church.

The young man named Matthew held up the golden goblet on the ground.

Then slowly put down the cross in his hand.

He closed his eyes, facing the front, under the glazed stained glass dome, symbolizing the cross of Jesus' crucifixion, holding up the golden cup in his hand.

"I fill the Holy Grail with the blood of the saints. Tonight... I will drink the wine in this cup and bear the incomparable sin from then on. I will turn into Cain, Judas, Dracula... cast aside by the Lord. I I will wait for the dawn in the dark night, and look at the lights in the long night. I will be reduced to ashes in the first ray of dawn. I will bring terror and despair to this world, and cleanse the filth. I am a betrayer, and I am also a The guardian is the darkness before the dawn, the despair before the dawn."

After finishing speaking, Matthew withdrew his arm and drank the blood in the Holy Grail.

Amidst the painful struggle and hissing, blood-colored wings sprouted from his back, and the black scales on the wings shone with a bleak light.

The slender fangs protruded from Matthew's lips, and his face became even more stern.

Finally, Matthew glanced at Yin Feiyang's hiding place.

Then he shook his wings and broke through the church. Outside the church, amidst the sky filled with flames and scorching shock waves, he disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, an inexplicable melody sounded in Yin Feiyang's ears.

"In the Name of the Father" began to play in Yin Feiyang's ears as the background music.

He still didn't quite understand, but he had an inexplicable feeling that he seemed to have experienced something and missed something.

Time flies and the world turns upside down.

Holding a silver cross in hand, Yin Feiyang returned to the crowd again, and returned to the small square in front of the church.

Before he recovered, the cross in his hand was snatched away.

Obviously, during the period of his disappearance, it is absolutely impossible for those Mozong monks not to notice his disappearance.

And this way of disappearance is all too familiar to the monks of the Demon Sect.

The moment Yin Feiyang returned, he found the cross he was holding in his hand, and naturally knew that it was a necessary prop for traveling through time and space.

"Say! Where did you go just now? What did you see and hear?" Xue Wuliang, who had just obtained the power of the Demon Sealer, kicked Yin Feiyang to the ground and stomped on Yin Feiyang with his foot. Fei Yang asked with his chest.

The orthodox monks around were also crowded up and suppressed by the demon monks who were several times larger than them.

Yin Feiyang felt extremely humiliated.

How many years!

How many years has he been treated like this?

Such powerlessness and weakness, such being slaughtered by others!

The suffocation and depression in his chest made Yin Feiyang feel painful.

What is even more painful is that those disciples who trusted him, worshiped him, and relied on him in the past are all close at hand, just looking at him like this.

Their vaguely expectant eyes made Yin Feiyang's heart burn and sting. Even though they both know each other, if they don't get out of this world, and they don't master the extraordinary power, they can't do anything.

But it is inevitable that because of the trust in the past, at this time, it has evolved into expectation.

At this time, Yin Feiyang's emotions finally surged with huge waves.

In this turmoil, it is inevitable to generate a large amount of magic value.

Conflicts arise, conflicts arise.

This is Ke Xiaoliang's original intention, and it is also an important means for him to collect magic points.

If it's just to promote the world's story line, then why did he bother to get such a group of orthodox monks in? Is it really just for balance?

The contradiction and conflict between the righteous and the evil is his perpetual motion machine for creating magic value.

"I don't know what you're talking about. And...you know what you're talking about? Do you know who you're stepping on? Just to remind you, everyone eats dumplings on New Year's Eve, but man... ··We have to live in the future. I, Yin Feiyang, have a little trouble in this different world today, but you wait, after I return, will I kill ten demon sects with my sword and cut off yours? head!" Yin Feiyang's mouth became more determined, and he was not afraid of Xue Wuliang at all.

Xue Wuliang is not a kind person, he is even more arrogant and conceited.

Facing Yin Feiyang's threat, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart, but on the surface he became more and more crazy.

Obviously, Song Qingwen and the others also intended to let Xue Wuliang grind Yin Feiyang's temperament first.

Hearing Yin Feiyang's implicitly threatening words.

Xue Wuliang showed a ferocious smile, but that chubby face was full of evil and malice.

He stepped on Yin Feiyang's arm, and then continued to increase his strength, crushing his hand bones and arms little by little.

Severe pain came in waves like a tide, but Yin Feiyang didn't change his face.

He really didn't take this pain to heart.

"Sword Master!"

"Elder!"

"Patriarch!" Many disciples and comrades began to shout, they wanted to create an encirclement circle and rescue Yin Feiyang.

But in the face of the large number of Mozong disciples, the Mozong disciples who had barely mixed their stomachs, were no longer so hungry, and had recovered their physical fitness, faced Song Qingwen and Murong Yunting who had already mastered extraordinary powers. The elder of the Demon Sect, faintly threatening... The resistance of these orthodox monks is really too weak and weak.

Half of Yin Feiyang's bones were trampled to pieces one by one.

But he was stiff, clenching his teeth.

He just looked at Xue Wuliang with cold and mocking eyes, as if looking at a corpse, as if he was the one who inflicted the punishment.

He intends to use the information he has obtained to fight for some rights.

But obviously... never say it in such a humiliating, coercive way.

What's more, in this state, any word spoken will only help those demon cubs of the Demon Sect, but for him Yin Feiyang, the situation and position of the righteous monks will not change in any way.

"The Sword Master Yulong is a tough guy... we all know that!"

"But I heard that his dragon is his sweetheart. Torturing him won't work, why don't you torture his precious dragon?" An Elder of the Demon Sect said with a sinister smile.

Xue Wuliang immediately grinned and said, "Understood!"

As he spoke, his eyes moved among the crowd of orthodox monks.

At this time, the monks of the Righteous Way... and most of the monks of the Demon Sect have already put away their names.

And without the indication of the name on the head, just looking at the 'appearance', it is still difficult to distinguish who is who if you are not familiar with it.

Xue Wuliang didn't pick anything, and directly picked out an orthodox monk who looked like a girl, then twisted her arms, slipped in front of Yin Feiyang, clasped the other's forehead with his fingers, almost inserted into the eyeballs.

"Is it her?"

"Or... it's not her, but someone else?" Xue Wuliang asked in an excited... even crazy tone. He was afraid of Yin Feiyang's reputation as a deterrent to both good and evil, but he still had a sense of excitement and arrogance to step on the head of this prestigious and powerful man and bully him.

Even though he knew that there would be endless troubles, he was still willing to stand out and be this villain.

Because he is such a crazy person.

At this moment, Xue Wuliang seemed to be looking forward to it more than Yin Feiyang, and it was not the dragon girl Ao Jiaojiao who was caught.

"Exit! Exit this world!" Yin Feiyang squeezed out his voice with difficulty. Of course it wasn't the dragon girl Ao Jiaojiao who was caught, but Yin Feiyang couldn't deny this, nor could she admit it.

He just accumulated the killing intent in his heart even more. The powerful avatar of the primordial spirit, which was simultaneously exaggerated by sword energy and dragon energy, was constantly impacting the barrier under the suppression of the world. He wanted to break through the barrier and release the unparalleled sword energy. Tear the villain in front of you.

"Exit? Let's see how you retreat!" Xue Wuliang twisted the girl's arm in his hand again with a wrong hand, and the arms were pressed together, directly twisting into a twist.

The severe pain made the girl in his hand completely forget to exit the world, unable to concentrate and operate the data panel at all.

At this moment, Ke Xiaoliang has also received a large amount of magic points...from the magic points emitted by the group of righteous monks.

Originally, these magic points should flow to Xue Wuliang logically.

But who made Xue Wuliang come to this world only with a soul body, not a demon seed?

These orthodox monks, apart from hating and hating Xue Wuliang, the second loathing and hatred should be this world that bound them.

And the world is Ke Xiaoliang.

These magic points are of course aimed at Ke Xiaoliang.

Absorbed by him unceremoniously.

Sure enough, in the conflict between good and evil, hatred and cruelty can generate a lot of magic points.

There is no need for Ke Xiaoliang to do too many actions, as long as the conflict itself exists, the magical value will continue to flow.

In this chapter, the waste paper has been slightly modified, and some details that have been ignored have been added a few strokes. I hope everyone can understand more clearly what the waste paper wants to express.

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