Devin Cang had long ago taken over the body of the sect leader, and it was he who made the disciples practice mysterious skills. The flute player who escaped from being hunted down was the real Blood Sword Sect leader Cang Xing!
Suddenly, a chill rose from the soles of Nolan Rong's feet. His back felt cold and his hands holding the head trembled slightly. Why did he know such important news? The disciple he killed was Devin Cang's only blood brother!
At the same time, the sect leader who was fighting fiercely suddenly became furious. His cold eyes were like a sharp sword that shook Nolan Rong's soul, and his voice was like thunder: "Junior! How dare you!" In an instant, a huge blood-red palm came down, blocking all directions. Nolan Rong's body was ten meters covered by the giant palm. On the other hand, the flute player had no reaction. The look of compassion on his face was instantly replaced by hatred, and he only focused on killing the furious old man.
This is true. Comparing the two, it is clear who is the real villain. It is impossible for a crazy person who can practice the Hunyuan Devouring Dao to have good intentions. If the flute player really wanted to kill, he would have done it at the cliff of Huanxuemen. But he didn't kill ordinary disciples here. This is obviously abnormal. What is the purpose of Devin Cang doing this?
Countless thoughts filled his brain, and Nolan Rong was struggling. It was useless to think about anything now. He had angered the Spirit Emperor. What should he do? Could he only detonate the Devouring Origin? Under endless pressure, Nolan Rong could not move, and veins on his forehead bulged.
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