Devil Seeds

Chapter 73 – Drink The Blood Of Sin

Chapter 73 Drinking the blood of sin

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his breathing, and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence.

As an old Jianghu, although he doesn’t know the full meaning behind this dialogue, he is very clear that this dialogue is very important.

Having mastered the core secrets hidden in it, he also has the capital to negotiate with those monks of the Demon Sect.

To determine the outcome and stop the plot of the Demon Sect, that is the general direction and strategy.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Yin Feiyang, as the leader of the group of righteous monks, must first lead those righteous monks to survive under the “breath” of the demon monks.

And firmly crucified in this world, occupying a place.

Waiting for changes in the pattern and changes in the world.

“Archbishop! Archbishop!” The man named Matthew kept calling the old man.

But the old man can no longer give any response.

His body has gradually become cold, and his cloudy and old eyes have lost their spirit and aura.

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his body, and looked forward through the gap between the chair legs.

Right in front of the podium, an old man in a red robe fell on the podium with his head up.

In his chest, there was a dagger with a blood groove open and bloodletting.

Blood flowed down the body, slipped down, and dripped into a container used to hold blood under the podium.

“It turned out to be stabbed to death… Was it suicide? Or homicide? I didn’t hear it from the conversation before.” Yin Feiyang was surprised by the scene in front of him.

He originally thought that the picture behind the dialogue should be an old man talking to a young man, telling the secrets behind the world, followed by the teachings. But because of old age and lack of energy, after telling some secrets, he slowly fell asleep.

But I never thought that it would be such a picture.

The young man with slightly long black curly hair, pale skin and hooked nose, knelt at the feet of the old man in red, staring intently at the golden goblet that was being filled with blood.

Sudden and violent vibrations began to spread from the distant surface to this remote church.

The young man named Matthew held up the golden goblet on the ground.

Then slowly put down the cross in his hand.

He closed his eyes, facing the front, under the glazed stained glass dome, which symbolized the cross of Jesus’ crucifixion, and held up the golden cup in his hand.

“I fill the Holy Grail with the blood of the saints. Tonight… I will drink the wine in this cup and bear the incomparable sin from then on. I will turn into Cain, Judas, Dracula… cast aside by the Lord. I I will wait for the dawn in the dark night, and look at the lights in the long night. I will be reduced to ashes in the first ray of dawn. I will bring terror and despair to this world, and cleanse the filth. I am a betrayer, and I am also a The guardian is the darkness before the dawn, the despair before the dawn.”

After finishing speaking, Matthew withdrew his arm and drank the blood in the Holy Grail.

Amidst the painful struggle and hissing, blood-colored wings sprouted from behind him, with black scales on the wings, shining with a bleak light.

Slender fangs protruded from Matthew’s lips, and his face became even more stern.

Finally, Matthew glanced at Yin Feiyang’s hiding place.

Then he vibrated his wings and broke through the church. Outside the church, amidst the flames and scorching shock waves, he disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, an inexplicable melody sounded in Yin Feiyang’s ears.

“In the Name of the Father” as the background music began to play in Yin Feiyang’s ears.

He still didn’t quite understand, but he had an inexplicable feeling that he seemed to have experienced something and missed something.

Time flows, turning the world upside down.

Yin Feiyang held a silver cross and returned to the crowd again, returning to the small square in front of the church.

Before he came back to his senses, the cross in his hand was snatched away.

Obviously, during the period of his disappearance, it is absolutely impossible for those Mozong monks not to notice his disappearance.

And this way of disappearance is too familiar to the monks of the Demon Sect.

The moment Yin Feiyang returned, he found the cross he was holding in his hand, and naturally knew that it was a necessary prop to travel through time and space.

“Say! Where did you go just now? What did you see and hear?” Xue Wuliang, who had just obtained the power of the Demon Sealer, kicked Yin Feiyang to the ground and stomped on Yin Feiyang with his foot. Fei Yang asked with his chest.

The orthodox monks around were also crowded up, suppressed by the demon monks who were several times their size.

Yin Feiyang felt extremely humiliated.

How many years!

How many years has he been treated like this?

Such powerlessness and weakness, such being slaughtered!

The feeling of suffocation and depression in his chest made Yin Feiyang feel painful.

What is even more painful is that those disciples who trusted him, worshiped him, and relied on him in the past are all close at hand, just looking at him like this.

Their vaguely expectant eyes made Yin Feiyang’s heart burn and sting. Even though they both know each other, if they don’t get out of this world, and they don’t master the extraordinary power, they can’t do anything.

But it is inevitable that because of the trust in the past, at this time, it has evolved into expectation.

At this time, Yin Feiyang’s emotions finally surged with huge waves.

In this wave, it is inevitable to generate a large amount of magical value.

Conflicts arise and conflicts are created.

This is Ke Xiaoliang’s original intention, and it is also an important means for him to collect magic points.

If it was just to promote the world storyline, then why did he bother to get such a group of orthodox monks in? Is it really just for balance?

The contradiction and conflict between the positive and the evil is his perpetual motion machine for creating magic value.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And…you know what you’re talking about? Do you know who you’re stepping on? Just to remind you, everyone eats dumplings on New Year’s Eve, but man… ··We have to live in the future. I, Yin Feiyang, have a little trouble in this different world today, but you wait, after I return, will I kill ten demon sects with my sword and cut off yours? head!” Yin Feiyang’s mouth became more determined, and he was not afraid of Xue Wuliang at all.

Xue Wuliang is not a kind person, he is even more arrogant and conceited.

Facing Yin Feiyang’s threat, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, but on the surface he became more and more crazy.

Obviously, Song Qingwen and the others also intended to let Xue Wuliang grind Yin Feiyang’s temperament first.

Heard Yin Feiyang’s threatening words.

Xue Wuliang showed a ferocious smile, but that chubby face was full of evil and malice.

He stepped on Yin Feiyang’s arm, and then continued to increase his strength, crushing his hand bones and arms little by little.

Severe pain came in waves like a tide, but Yin Feiyang didn’t change his face.

This bit of pain, he really didn’t take it to heart.

“Sword Master!”

“Elder!”

“Patriarch!” Many disciples and comrades began to shout, they wanted to create an encirclement circle and rescue Yin Feiyang.

But in the face of the large number of Mozong disciples, the Mozong disciples who had barely mixed their stomachs, were no longer so hungry, and had recovered their physical fitness, faced Song Qingwen and Murong Yunting who had already mastered extraordinary powers. The elder of the Demon Sect, faintly threatening… The resistance of these orthodox monks is really too weak and weak.

Yin Feiyang’s half body bones were crushed piece by piece.

He was stiff, clenching his teeth.

Just looked at Xue Wuliang with cold and mocking eyes, as if looking at a corpse, as if he was the one who inflicted the punishment.

He intends to use the information he has obtained to fight for some rights.

But obviously… never say it in such a humiliating, coercive way.

What’s more, in this state, any word spoken will only help those demon cubs of the Demon Sect, but for Yin Feiyang, the situation and position of the righteous monks will not change in any way.

“The Sword Master Yulong is a tough guy…we all know that!”

“But I heard that his dragon is his sweetheart. Torturing him won’t work, why don’t you torture his precious dragon?” An elder of the Demon Sect smiled sinisterly.

Xue Wuliang immediately grinned and said, “Understood!”

As he spoke, his eyes moved among the crowd of orthodox monks.

At this time, the monks of the Righteous Way…and most of the monks of the Demon Sect have already put away their names.

Without the indication of the name on the head, just looking at the ‘appearance’, it is still difficult to distinguish who is who if you are not familiar with it.

Xue Wuliang didn’t pick anything, and directly picked out an orthodox monk who looked like a girl, then twisted her arms, slipped in front of Yin Feiyang, clasped the opponent’s forehead with his fingers, and almost inserted them into the eyeballs.

“Is that her?”

“Or… it’s not her, it’s someone else?” Xue Wuliang asked in an excited… even crazy tone. He was afraid of Yin Feiyang’s reputation as a deterrent to both good and evil, but he still had a sense of excitement and arrogance to step on the head of this prestigious and powerful man and bully him.

Even though he knew that there would be endless troubles, he was still willing to stand out and be this villain.

Because he is such a crazy person.

At this moment, Xue Wuliang seems to be looking forward to it more than Yin Feiyang, and it is not the dragon girl Ao Jiaojiao who is caught.

“Exit! Exit this world!” Yin Feiyang squeezed his voice out of his throat with difficulty. Of course it wasn’t the dragon girl Ao Jiaojiao who was caught, but Yin Feiyang couldn’t deny this, nor could she admit it.

He just accumulated the killing intent in his heart even more. The powerful avatar of the primordial spirit, which was simultaneously exaggerated by sword energy and dragon energy, was constantly impacting the barrier suppressed by the world. He wanted to break through the barrier and release the unparalleled sword energy. Tear the villain in front of you.

“Exit? I’ll see how you withdraw!” Xue Wuliang twisted the girl’s arm in his hand again with a wrong hand, and the arms fit together, directly twisting into a twist.

The severe pain made the girl in his hand completely forget to exit the world, and couldn’t concentrate and operate the data panel at all.

At this moment, Ke Xiaoliang also received a large amount of magic points…from the magic points emanating from the group of righteous monks.

Originally, these magic points should flow to Xue Wuliang logically.

But who made Xue Wuliang come to this world only with a soul body and not a demon seed?

These orthodox monks, apart from hating and hating Xue Wuliang, the second loathing and hatred should be this world that bound them.

And the world is Ke Xiaoliang.

These magic points are of course aimed at Ke Xiaoliang.

Was absorbed by him unceremoniously.

Sure enough, in the conflict between good and evil, hatred and cruelty can generate a lot of magic points.

Ke Xiaoliang does not need to do too many actions, as long as the conflict itself exists, the magical value will continue to flow.

In this chapter, Waste Paper has been slightly modified, and some details that have been overlooked have been added a few strokes. I hope everyone can understand more clearly what Waste Paper wants to express.

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