The old man from the Cui family cannot fully understand the meaning of the Demon Sect.

But the Demon Sect doesn't seem to need him to understand immediately.

After saying these words, the Demon Sect closed his eyes and stopped talking to him at all.

The Demon Sect's breathing was very stable, and it was the same rhythm for a long time.

In the dark carriage, the Demon Sect seemed to have completely entered into meditation.

The old man from the Cui family looked at the face of the Demon Sect that was soaked in darkness. He could not help but want to attack for a moment. He could be sure that the driver was extremely ordinary in his cultivation, but in the end his reason defeated the impulse at that moment.

He calmed down as much as possible, and his eyes once again stopped on the wound on the neck of the Demon Sect.

The wound was very deep.

Even close to the neck bone, it gave him the feeling that someone used a bowl to remove a large piece of flesh and blood from his neck.

Many bloodlines were even cut off directly. When the Demon Sect had just cut off his flesh and blood, he could even clearly see the esophagus exposed under the flesh and blood.

Such wounds are enough to make ordinary practitioners die directly.

Even if a practitioner in the Demon Sect can directly control every thread of flesh and blood, or even stop bleeding with one thought, such injuries are still terrible, and they are even afraid of strong aura fluctuations.

However, in just this moment, he saw that the cut flesh and blood slowly enriched, not fresh flesh and blood, but still purple-black flesh and blood like a tumor.

Just watching those things grow, he feels very terrifying.

He could not imagine what he would feel if such a thing grew on his body.

He felt that his spiritual will would soon collapse.

The more this happens, the more he feels that the Demon Sect is a real monster.

At sunrise, the Demon Sect opened its eyes.

The old man of the Cui family woke up in a drowsy mood. When the carriage curtain was lifted, the dawn of the morning light was followed. He saw that there were no traces of cutting in the wounds of the Demon Sect. The uneven flesh and blood were like many worries piled up together, which was even more shocking.

The Demon Sect still ignored him.

The Demon Sect just stood up calmly and walked out of the carriage.

When the carriage stopped and the Demon Sect walked out of the carriage, the old man from the Cui family suddenly realized that he had arrived at the gate of Jiuhua Mountain Sect.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The old man of the Cui family realized something, and his face turned extremely pale again.

"Actually, you don't have to resist. If you want, I can give you strength." The Demon Sect glanced at him and smiled faintly.

After saying this, he walked straight to the gate of Jiuhua Mountain Sect.

Jiuhua Mountain Sect is the largest sword sect in the Jiuhua Mountain area. Not only does it have many disciples, but it also has two sword-making workshops. The long sword made is very famous in the Southern Dynasty.

"Who!"

The place of practice has its own majesty as the place of practice. When the Demon Sect approached the mountain gate, several loud shouts suddenly sounded from the mountain road.

"The Sword Sect is not in Jiankang... Gushan Sword Sect should be considered the number one. This kind of Shanye Sword Sect not only does not have much background, but also lacks enough eyesight for even the disciples. If any Jiankang practice area is changed, and people like me appear at the mountain gate, they can at least see that my cultivation level cannot be scolded like this." The Demon Sect's voice sounded faintly.

He seemed to be talking to the old man of the Cui family, and seemed to be just talking to himself.

"It's a pity that Gujian Mountain Sect is gone either."

The Demon Sect smiled self-deprecatingly.

He is a disciple of the Holy Sect of Guangming, but he was also a disciple of the Gushan Sword Sect.

It’s a pity that for various reasons, he betrayed these two sects, and both of them led to the destruction of these two sects.

The trajectory of my life seems to be really spent in betrayal, and it seems that it always comes with indescribable misfortunes. As long as there is a place where he exists, there will be no good results.

"Maybe I mean death myself, and I have an indissoluble bond with the power of death."

He smiled with emotion.

In the next moment, the heads of the disciples of the Jiuhua Mountain Sect who were shouting loudly had already flew up.

Countless horrifying shouts suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests.

In the originally quiet forest, countless pine waves suddenly rolled up.

The Demon Sect took a deep breath.

Several strands of vital energy flew up from the disciples of Jiuhua Mountain Sect and poured into his body with his breath.

The power of these practitioners of Shanye Sects is too small, and for him, it is indeed better than nothing.

However, for the old man surnamed Cui behind him and for the many practitioners of Jiuhua Mountain Sect, they had completely different feelings.

The flesh and blood of those disciples of Jiuhua Mountain Sect quickly shriveled, not as if they had just died, but as if they had been dry for a long time.

"Demon Sect! You are the Demon Sect!"

Feeling this kind of death and the power that grew in death, such a voice finally sounded in the Jiuhua Mountain Sect.

Those practitioners finally remembered the recent rumors.

The Demon Sect smiled and said nothing.

His hands bounced in the air with ten fingers.

Under the guidance of his true energy, a mass of air turned into ten sword energy connected to his fingers in the air.

These ten sword auras spread across the sky dozens of feet, as if there were ten big swords killing them.

His fingers only moved a little inch, and the sword energy connected to his fingers had swept through the air for countless feet.

This is the unique secret technique of Gushan Sword Sect. However, although this secret technique of killing is powerful, it consumes too much true energy. He has abandoned it many years ago. It is just that today's feelings are not needed, and he no longer needs to cherish the true energy in his body as before, so he used it.

No one can stop his sword.

Whether it was the true energy, the flying sword, or the sword energy that condensed the true energy and surged from the sword, all the swords were broken under his sword energy.

Broken flesh and blood splattered in the mountains and forests, and many pine forests turned red, leaving sticky blood on the mountain road.

The Demon Sect walked up the mountain, and he killed all the practitioners, and then walked towards the carriage at the foot of the mountain without stopping.

It was not until this time that the old man surnamed Cui, who was standing on the mountain road and soaked in the upper with blood, truly understood the meaning of the Demon Sect and understood what the Demon Sect needed him to solve.

The evil tumors on the neck and back of the Demon Sect are constantly growing, constantly consuming his vitality and strength. However, through such killing, the Demon Sect constantly absorbs the vitality of the practitioners he killed to replenish the loss of its own vitality and strength.

However, in this process, the exchange of vital energy is too intense, and the organs of the Demon Sect cannot get any rest. Whether it is the rapid growth of those evil tumors or the rapid absorption of vital energy to replenish the strength in his body, it is too heavy for his body itself.

The invincible Demon Sect is like a porter who is carrying heavy burdens up the mountain, always carrying heavy loads.

The problem he could solve was that it was similar to serving Cui Zhenguan over the years, so that the burden on his body could be reduced as much as possible, and that the rate of decay of his organs could be slowed down as much as possible.
Chapter completed!