The pressure of the Mythological Beast was like the tide of the sea, crashing wave after wave against the Immortal Music Sect. Those with slightly weaker cultivations had already fainted from the pressure, while those with better cultivations, such as Wen Shu, had already involuntarily bent his knees. There was even a faint smell of blood in his mouth. It could be seen that he was already at the end of his rope. If Tao Tie also increased the pressure, he was afraid that he would also faint like those with lower cultivations. 1357924?
Moreover, compared to those disciples who had fainted, the pressure in Wen Shu's heart was like a monstrous wave rolling over and over.
How could he not know who was the one who released Tao Tie at that time?
At that time, he had tricked Wen Mei into helping him keep a lookout. In fact, he wanted to take the opportunity to subdue Tao Tie, but a beast was still a beast.
Even if Tao Tie was weak to death, he was unwilling to be subdued by him. Instead, he escaped with him with injuries on both sides.
At that time, he thought that Tao Tie was on the verge of death when he released him. After not appearing for such a long time, he must have died. But now, seeing the intact Tao Tie, Wen Shu's heart sank. He knew that Tao Tie had come to find him for revenge.
Thinking of some of the methods he had used to make Tao Tie submit, Wen Shu's heart was filled with fear. He could not wait to escape.
But now, under the pressure of Tao Tie's Mythological Beast, he could only bend his knees and tremble.
When the people of the Immortal Music Sect were almost shocked by Tao Tie, Murong Zhao stood up from Tao Tie's body.
At this time, everyone realized that there was a man sitting on Tao Tie.
Mythological Beasts had always been arrogant. It went without saying who could sit on him.
Moreover, the man's aura was unfathomable. There was a strong demonic aura on his body. He must be a demonic cultivator.
Tao Tie was with a demonic cultivator. The people of the Immortal Music Sect instantly thought that their lives were over.
In the past, Wen Liang's face was docile. But ever since he was filled with Murong Zhao's soul, he had become evil and wanton. And because Murong Zhao cultivated demonic arts, his aura had become more brutal and violent. His face had also changed from docile to wanton and evil. Especially the way his eyebrows were slightly raised, it carried a domineering aura that looked down on the world, making people not dare to look straight at him.
Just when everyone thought that this was going to be a disaster, Murong Zhao suddenly spoke.
His voice was low and deep, like the sound of gold and jade colliding. It was magnetic and made people unconsciously indulge in it. "Is the document here?"
In the face of death, people would have a deep-rooted bad habit that could not be concealed. Clearly, the junior brothers and sisters who were looking at the document with admiration just a moment ago, when they heard that Murong Zhao was here to look for the document, they instantly retreated, leaving the document alone in front of Murong Zhao's eyes.
The corners of Murong Zhao's mouth lifted slightly, forming a mocking smile. The way he looked at the secretary was evil and disdainful. Maans said methodically, "Is Wenmei still here?"
The secretary's body trembled when he heard Murong Zhao mention Wen Mei.
Ever since he cooperated with the Devil Dweller, the Devil Dweller told him about the method of absorbing mana. After he practiced it, he didn't pay much attention to it.
But it wasn't until that time when he dual cultivated with Wen Mei at the foot of Tianshan Mountain that he realized the benefits of dual cultivation. Moreover, even if there was no dual cultivation, the feeling of being eroded to the bone was also very good. The two of them often stayed together.
Until 50 years ago, when Wen Mei suddenly vomited blood during a dual cultivation, and the power in her body poured into his body like a flood. At first, the secretary wanted to stop this change, but for some reason, when his power increased little by little, the secretary fell silent.
When Wen Liang left, he was already half a step away from the Nascent Soul stage. Even if he was now the chief disciple, his cultivation was far from Wen Liang's. Although he didn't know why Wen Mei's power poured into his body, in any case, this change was good. Was it uncomfortable?
For the first time, the secretary fell into a strange silence.
He turned a deaf ear to Wen Mei's cries and begging for mercy. Now, he only had the glory and honor of becoming the chief disciple after he succeeded. His eyes had been blinded by those hypocrisy. He couldn't see anything.
When everything was over, Wen Mei was already dead.
The power in her body was all sucked into his body. His cultivation went from the early stage of Deity Stage to about to break through.
When he went back, he casually fabricated a lie about Wen Mei's sudden disappearance.
Because his image in the Celestial Music Sect was too positive, no one doubted him at all. Thus, the secretary got away with it.
After that, the secretary also found other people for dual cultivation and absorbed their power. Because of Wen Mei's matter, he didn't just find people in the Celestial Music Sect. Instead, he extended his hand to other sects. He found women from other sects, rogue cultivators, and even male cultivators who liked men.
Therefore, his cultivation now was the Nascent Soul stage, just like in the plot.
His power was full of the stench of corpses, decayed and dirty.
The secretary bit his teeth and restrained his fear of Murong Zhao. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and asked, "May I ask why senior is looking for my junior sister?"
Murong Zhao still had a faint smile on his face, "There are some things I want to ask her. Is she here?"
The secretary frowned and began to blame Wen Mei for not telling him that she was involved with a devil cultivator. Moreover, it was such a tyrannical devil cultivator. If he knew about this, he wouldn't have killed her.
But now, what was done could not be undone. No matter how regretful the secretary was, he could only pretend to be sad, "Junior sister unfortunately passed away 50 years ago."
"Dead?" Murong Zhao raised his eyebrows in surprise. Although he knew that something would happen to Wen Mei with the secretary's temperament and the danger of the devil cultivation, he didn't expect that she would have died 50 years ago.
It was too easy for her.
"It's really too easy for her." Murong Zhao sneered. He looked down at the secretary and said, "How did she die?"
Hearing Murong Zhao's disdainful tone, the secretary, who originally thought that Wen Mei and Murong Zhao were close friends, was stunned. Could it be that he guessed wrong? This man wasn't Wen Mei's old friend, but came to seek revenge?
Even though there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, the secretary still respectfully said, "Senior, this junior doesn't know."
"You don't know?" Murong Zhao sneered. He looked at the secretary with a mocking gaze and said, "It was you who sucked away her power and let her die. How could you not know?"
The secretary's body trembled. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Murong Zhao. His heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be frightened and waved his hand, "Senior, don't talk nonsense. Junior sister and I are like brothers. How could I harm her?"
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