Sometimes, a person's figure could make all living beings kneel and prostrate to show their reverence.
Sometimes, a person's words could freeze the souls of all living beings and cause their consciousness to stagnate.
"Didn't, didn't he die a long time ago …"
After saying this in astonishment, the timid blood disciple found that the strange cultivators surrounding him didn't change at all.
The person who asked him the question still had a big grin on his face.
The woman in red on the right held a big saber and frowned slightly.
The one-eyed man on the left had a calm expression.
The woman in white next to the one-eyed man clasped her hands together.
…
Everyone remained motionless.
Only a burly middle-aged man seemed to be absent-minded as if he was cultivating.
But just because he didn't move didn't mean that nothing had changed.
The man with the big grin …
The woman with the big saber …
The one-eyed man with the calm expression …
The woman in white clasped her hands together …
…
Almost all the human cultivators around him had lost their laziness, seriousness, calmness, and nervousness …
It seemed that as soon as he finished speaking, the souls of this group of people had flown away to who knows where.
Only …
The absent-minded burly man's body trembled and a wind of blood and Qi that made his heart palpitate …
While his heart was still palpitating, he found himself suspended in the air. A hand that seemed to contain the power of a volcanic eruption appeared on his throat.
"What, what did you say …?"
"The inheritor of the Evil Emperor died a long time ago …"
Thump …
The hand that seemed to be able to burn the heavens and destroy the earth suddenly lost all its strength. The blood disciple fell to the ground, trembling with fear.
It seemed that his fall had created a huge impact that made the motionless human cultivators around him shake violently …
Some couldn't even stand steadily.
Some staggered and fell.
Some staggered and retreated.
Some staggered and fell to the ground.
Some of them even wailed in despair.
…
They really are a group of strange human cultivators …
The blood disciple shook his head inwardly. After thinking about it, he shook his head again.
"But the most terrifying thing is the Demonic Seed Pearl!"
The blood disciple's body began to tremble involuntarily as he recalled the scenes he had seen.
"Such … such a terrifying Demonic Seed Pearl. Luo … Lord Luo Zheng was actually able to kill it …"
"No, no, no. It's, it's Lord Luo Zheng who first joined hands with the Seed Demon to kill Evil, the successor of the Evil Emperor, and then …"
"What did you say?!"
Hovering in midair, the blood master looked down and saw a pair of eyes that were even redder than his own, eyes that seemed to want to devour him.
The blood in the little tree's eyes had already become somewhat blurry.
However, he tried his best to remain clear-headed so that he could confirm that the person in his hands was the blood disciple who knew of Xie Tian's whereabouts.
"Who killed Xie Tian!"
He enunciated each word clearly.
The Blood Master felt a chill run down his spine.
Suddenly, he understood — — these human cultivators weren't here to find the successor of the Evil Emperor to execute the [Infinite Worlds Wish to Behead], they were here for the successor of the Evil Emperor.
"It's, it's the Seed Demon!"
"It's the Seed Demon who killed the successor of the Evil Emperor!"
"The successor of the Evil Emperor, the successor of the Evil Emperor was supposed to join hands with Lord Luo Zheng to kill the Seed Demon!"
"But, but the successor of the Evil Emperor was killed by the Seed Demon … But, but Lord Luo Zheng already killed the Seed Demon …"
"Yes, Lord Luo Zheng killed the Seed Demon. It's, it's like he's avenged the successor of the Evil Emperor …"
…
"Thump …"
When the blood disciple was tossed to the ground for the second time, the redness in the little tree's eyes turned to blood.
"Ahhh! This is impossible! "
"Bam!"
The frenzied Red Specter stabbed the hilt of his saber into the ground and pulled the blood disciple up. Then, he pressed his left palm on the top of the blood disciple's head!
"If you dare resist, you'll die!"
Using the Will of Time, Red Specter finally extracted the scene from the blood disciple's memories.
When he saw that Xie Tian had been attacked by Rakshasa and the Seed Demon, and that not even his corpse was left …
Red Specter did not cry.
Instead, two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks without a sound.
As the blood disciple fell to the ground for the third time, the people of the Land of the Nine Provinces stopped moving.
It was as if their flying souls had returned to their bodies.
However, what they brought back was not only a return to their senses, but also a pair of widened eyes, silent tears, and a shroud of despair …
The blood disciple finally felt another kind of fear from these strange human cultivators.
This kind of fear was colorless and formless. It was not as shocking as when he saw the Demonic Seed Bead devour living beings. However, it was something that he could not imagine, and it directly attacked his soul.
"These, these strange people …"
As if sensing that his soul was rapidly trembling, the blood disciple, who did not want to be scared to death by the humans, screamed and ran away.
At this moment, he even suppressed his fear of the Demonic Seed Bead …
Because the direction in which he was running was where the Demonic Seed Bead was.
As he ran, the strange fear that the strange humans brought to him gradually weakened.
As the fear of the Demonic Seed Bead grew stronger, his trembling soul began to calm down.
He turned around to look.
There was no movement from the place he was running to.
There was no aura of cultivation.
There was no will to fight.
There was no killing intent.
…
It was like a land of death that could not even be described as barren.
Xie Yue smiled wryly at the sight of this.
When he saw Xie Tian disappear with his own eyes, he could not find Xie Tian's aura. In the end, he could only attribute the key to Xie Tian's survival to the mischievous reactions of the cultivators of the Nine States who had the soul of the Evil Army.
But now, the small tree and the others who had the soul of the Evil Army were so shocked that they even forgot about this point.
This was not stupidity.
It could only be said that the wisdom and temperament that they possessed were almost completely erased in the face of the news of Xie Tian's death …
The little bit that was left behind could only make them ask one more question like the small tree, or use the will of time to trace back to the origin like Hong Yi …
When they saw the scene of Hong Yi crying silently, all the cultivators of the Nine States knew what she had seen. Then, the battlefield that should have been dominated by chaos turned into a land of death.
Lu Xiaoxiao felt a little sorry for her. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Senior, aren't you going to do something about it?"
"How?"
"Senior, you told me on the way here that the Young Master is not dead …"
"So?"
"So, I should tell them …"
"And then be discovered by that demon concubine?"
"Quietly …"
"You can stay here quietly without being discovered by those few. That's already your limit."
…
Lu Xiaoxiao did not speak anymore. Her gaze towards the small tree and the others gradually became complicated.
And among the complicated emotions, the one that occupied the most was a trace of guilt.
At least when he saw Xie Tian disappear and thought that the Young Master was dead, his behavior could be called crazy …
But this craziness was far less than the deathly silence in the distance.
"Am I not as good as these outsiders …"
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