Chapter 84: Two Realms (13)

"No, a woman?"
The "Oiran" woman only wanted to curse at the last moment of her life, her eyes widened and she stared at Mo Shang incredulously.
Not a woman? Not a woman? !
Are the Mozong's all idiots? Ask her to seduce people without even knowing the true gender of the target? ! I your uncle! !
The "Oiran" woman squirmed her lips a few times, and she was too late to fear the constant loss of her life, but she felt endless irritability in her heart!
Her body slipped softly, and there was a lot of bloodshot eyes in her dead eyes.
Grass...In the end, the "Oiran" woman stared at the back of the tulle, she knew that there were many magic modifiers standing behind it, planning to watch a good show.
There was a sly smile on her pale face-all die! All die!
Damn a bunch of idiots! !
"Is it done?" Across the curtain, most of the demons couldn't tell the specific situation, but they leaned out the demonic energy and vaguely observed a figure falling down.
This should be the scene where the "sweetheart" was killed, it should be done!
They immediately uttered bloodthirsty laughter, their faces twisted like evil spirits, and waves of demonic energy rose up, as if paving the way for the next feast of their dismemberment of Mo Shang.
The magic repairs felt a clear killing intent from behind the curtain. Several pioneers showed their weapons first, and cut the curtain off with a few brushes!
The demons became more excited. The sound of fabric tearing sounded to their ears like a preview of shredding Mo Shang's flesh and blood. They all took a few steps forward, all wanting to be the first to divide this cup. People with soup.
Killing Mo Shang is surrendering to the Demon Dao Alliance, and devouring the flesh and blood of powerful cultivators is also a shortcut method for some Demon Cultivators to increase their strength.
How can this not make them crazy? !
Under the reminder of the time, Sect Master of Scarlet Blood deliberately placed all the people with him on the outside of the banquet. This "head-shrinking tortoise" has attracted the ridicule of the sect who is not compatible with Scarlet Blood Sect. Sect Master Scarlet Blood suffocated a sigh of breath--
But now, watching what happened at the reception banquet, he felt more panicked.
"Didn't you say that Mo Shang is very powerful? The result is now?! He was calculated like this by the people of the Demon Sect Alliance!
The Scarlet Blood Sect Sect Master had already regretted it. He shouldn't have believed Yu Shi's words at all. He noticed the contemptuous eyes cast from the opponent directly in front of the Fengyan, and hated Yu Shi to death.
If it weren't for him, how could he hide behind this? Now I want to follow the first batch of crusade against Moshang and surrender to the Demon Dao Alliance!
He grabbed Yu Shi and became angry with anger: "Follow me and deal with Mo Shang together. I don't want our clan to be the laughingstock of other clan!"
"No!!" Yu Shi watched the exuberant and bloodthirsty look of the demons around him stepping forward, and took a few steps back like a clear stream.
He gritted his teeth and fought desperately against the devilish energy of the Scarlet Blood Sect Master, with a mouthful of blood stasis in his mouth: "You can't be this early bird--!"
Under the pressure of a devilish energy stronger than himself, Yu Shi finally let out his secrets: "Mom, there is no dead woman that Mo Shang likes. The person he has been mourning is his master, who likes to wear clothes. The man in women's clothes! His master is really Mo Shang's Ni Lin, and the Demon Alliance has been trampling on his bottom line from the very beginning!"
"Hey...?"
Sect Master Scarlet Blood was taken aback for a moment, a blank space appeared on his face like a bolt from the blue sky.
As soon as he loosened, Yu Shi, who was cultivated and inferior in physique, dragged him a long way back by pulling up a willow.
Sect Master Scarlet Blood: "???"
Fuck...?
"Good job." An elder of the Demon Sect walked in first, and was about to help the "Oiran" woman who had fallen in a pool of blood.
"The task has been completed, you don't need to pretend, we will definitely remember your contribution." He sighed at the superb acting skills of the "Oiran" woman, feeling deeply moved.
But immediately after... the elder touched a hand of blood, and the "oiran" woman turned her body over by such a caressing, revealing her bloodshot eyes.
Elder: "!"
He only discovered that the "Oiran" girl was not acting well, but really dead! Her throat was cut with a sharp weapon, and she died on the spot, but the elder was so close to the woman, but she still couldn't feel any blood generated by her being killed.
Why is that?
"Who told you that Master is a woman?"
A clear and happy voice came from behind the elder's head, his head short-circuited, and he replied: "The woman Mo Shang likes is his master?-Master-disciple incest. So you should kill!"
The elder raised a smirk as he spoke. Although the love between master and disciple was not a big deal in their magic way, some old stubborn people felt that it was a big deal. He was also happy to pour another big bucket of dirty water on the dying Mo Shang.
They had the idea of ​​stepping on Mo Shang's bones!
Ok……? Why is this voice so young and familiar? Isn't he just following a few cooperating elders? Whose young magic repair is so ignorant and dare to take credit for them? !
The elder squinted his eyes, and later realized that it was not right-he turned his head full of killing intent, but cut off his voice when he saw the scene behind him clearly.
His cooperating elders have all fallen silently, their throats have very thin, very thin traces of blood, and their faces are solidified with a smile.
For today's feast, every knowing magic repair is well prepared. These elders who plan to win the top prize even more.
As a result, they put on the most gorgeous and expensive vestments, and the black and dark blue backgrounds were tattooed with pale golden thorns, and the low-level magic repairs would be blinded by the bright light from above.
At this moment, they died without being messed up, as if there was no time to struggle, and no time to activate the defense of the vestments. Their hands even clung to their abdomen firmly in the same dungeon, like, like...
The elder suffocated his breath, and suddenly remembered the way people from the common world were taken care of before being put into the coffin after death.
Coated with thick powder, with a smile of "relaxedness" before death... Hands close to the abdomen, wearing a shroud--
He finally realized where this strong sense of horror came from. The appearance of these dead elders was like their own funeral that they had planned to go to!
"Oh, uh..."
The elder had no time to make any more sounds. After he briefly escaped from this horror and fear, he saw the evil expressions of the demons at first sight.
A faint voice came from his ear, like a deep spring, pleasing to the ear, but it was a desperate sound--
"You guessed it, this is a funeral—the funeral I prepared for Master. You are still missing."
There was a deep chill from the elder's neck, and the line was disconnected before he could make a sound.
His last thought... is that he recognized that the person speaking in his ear was Mo Shang. Then there is...something that doesn't matter.
In this way of arrangement, the vestments of the dead elders just fit together to form a huge, blooming thorn flower, but it is complete without a petal.
Isn't the missing petal the same as him in this vestment?
Isn't he just one of them?
This is really a "feast of the wind", the hospitable host greets these unruly guests, but is not prepared to be killed by them without knowing it, but decides to make the guests a funeral sacrifice.
All the noise that filled the demonic cultivator group was forced to stop. They were like ducks whose throat was only pinched, yet such a huge demonic energy could not be twisted together, and they even wanted to escape in all directions.
Sect Master Scarlet Blood slapped Yu Shi's shoulder with a bit of rapid breathing behind him, and he said with a pleasant expression, "...You are right, we, no, what kind of terrible evil spirits have they provoked? what!!"
In front of everyone, all the demon girls who danced before have died. Their deaths are not as peaceful as the deaths of the first group of elders who broke in, perhaps because they were not chosen for funerals. Offerings.
...Blood continuously poured out from under them, stained the soil red, and after tearing the curtain apart, did the demons breathe the blood that was so strong that they would faint people.
Every inch of the ground looks red, and they can't even find a place to stay. These blood are like blood flowers blooming to erosion one after another, like the color of an oiran skirt.
On the soil that was stained red, there was a man dressed neatly and his sword was bright and sharp.
Mo Shang stared at these magic cultivators, and suddenly smiled slightly. He smiled beautifully, not at all like a lunatic.
But no one in the room dared not regard him as a lunatic. Not to mention, there are countless demons escaping from the shadows at this time, and their goals are very clear, they are some veterans of the demonic sect alliance.
They are like a ray of ghosts, finally showing their fangs. The demonic cultivator present recognized them, and his eyes were split: "It's you! The remnant party of the Xuanwu Sect!! You are still alive!"
They quickly reacted to something and looked at the Mo Shang in front of them in amazement: "You guys have colluded a long time ago! The blind guys in the Demon Dao Alliance actually led the wolf into the room!"
Mo Shang glanced at the restless Mo Xiu with a faint expression, and this glance silenced them.
No way, they had fallen into endless fear, whether it was for Mo Shang or the remnants of the Xuanwu Sect that suddenly attacked.
They have been frightened out of their guts.
Mo Shang spoke at this moment: "I am not familiar with them. I killed you just because you were wrong and you shouldn't pretend to be my master!"
"Kill!"
As soon as he uttered his words, Lin Xuan made a gesture, beheading these veterans on the spot.
Someone who wanted to die and break the net rushed towards Mo Shang madly, but he didn't even look at it, so he penetrated these people's bodies.
From the beginning to the end, Mo Shang lowered his head, his eyes were faint, and there seemed to be a feeling of grief hidden in his eyes that was not easy to be found. It's like killing these people doesn't make him feel so happy.
As he said, this is a funeral.
In this way, he told Modao what his reverse scale was.
-Touch it, you will die!