The fifth son didn't expect that he would carry it like this.
When he touched the artifact, he did not feel the same bloodline as he imagined. Instead, he felt an extremely strange sticky feeling, as if a domineering force had stolen through his skin and absorbed strength.
And the speed was extremely fast, but as soon as he touched it, the fifth son felt that a small amount of spiritual power was taken away from his body. And he felt that the overbearing power was quite arrogant, as if it was going to lift him and his foundation away.
He secretly thought something was wrong and quickly tried to take his arm back, but unfortunately it was already too late. He unexpectedly found that his palm was trapped by that "greedy" power, which was sucking his spiritual power continuously, and he couldn't escape at all.
What, what's going on? !
However, in the blink of an eye, his face had been sucked white, as gray as a dead man.
What did that guy do to the Zongqi?
Rao Shi, the fifth son, has always been cold and self-reliant, but when faced with such a situation, he still became confused.
Perhaps it was because he had done too many things that were embarrassing to him that he easily got thrown into disarray.
When people panic, they start to become irrational. The fifth son was no exception. He never asked for help, but he actually yelled at his followers who were not far away.
"Bastard, what do you do for a living? Why are you struggling with them if you haven't come to save people? I'll kill them all!" Xu had foreseen something, and he began to speak incoherently, openly scolding the fifth The children of the family are coming.
The others were already tired of dealing with the disciples of the Mingyue Sect. They were stunned when they heard what the family leader said and didn't know what to do. Should they listen to what the other party says or should they not?
Of course, there are also people who are close and have seen the whole process with their own eyes, so they naturally know the reason. but……
"Master, that's, that's the altar! I can't get in..." The people outside were scared and anxious. Seeing that the fifth son's face was as white as gold paper, they said at a loss while continuing to avoid the attack. Mingyue came over to teach the disciples.
The protection on the altar is not something that foreigners or those with weak blood can touch at will. Not to mention that he did not die at the hands of the Mingyue Sect disciples, but instead died from the backlash of his own restrictions. So seeing the fifth son's current embarrassment, everyone was angry and anxious.
As for the people of the Mingyue Sect...the people of the Mingyue Sect don't care about this at all.
Those people from the Mingyue Sect are killing machines specially trained by the Mingyue Sect. They came here just to kill people. The death of the leader did not have the slightest impact on them, and they were not used to the deaths of other people. They were only thinking about killing one more child of the aristocratic family, and they were completely unmoved. .
But the two groups of people other than them are not stupid, and what they see and hear is not trivial, so they are naturally easily affected. They were all dealing with the people of the Mingyue Sect while paying attention to the situation around them, hoping to find a way to survive in this chaos.
They naturally paid attention to the commotion on the fifth son's side. Seeing this, many people secretly thought "he deserves it", but they could not help but feel a little worried.
Because the current situation is unclear, the Fifth Son and the people of Mingyue Sect are obviously their enemies, and they both want to kill them. They think it would be best if the two parties can fight to the death.
But they also don't want to see which of the two forces defeats the other and wins... because this means that the balance is broken. Who knows whether the winner will take advantage of the victory and clean them up together.
Therefore, the ideal thing for the children of the aristocratic families is to wait until the two groups of people are almost at the same level. When both sides are hurt, it is the most suitable time for them to come out.
However, now both parties seem to have lost control...
If the fifth son dies in the end, then the group of people under him will have no leader. If both parties lose their leaders and commanders... this is different from "capture the thief first, capture the king" in a mortal war. Losing the leader may push things into a worse situation. After all, the monks are so independent that they can fight independently even without a leader. new world
None of them will be able to live well by then.
Therefore, everyone was in a very conflicting mood at the moment. They wanted the fifth son to die, but were also afraid that he would die like this. For a while, they didn't know what they were expecting.
"Bang——"
It seems to be far away in the horizon, but it also seems to be very close. This muffled sound was like a signal, attracting the attention of everyone in the venue.
Even those guys who had been stabbing people in silence couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.
The door that had been sealed with excuses since the beginning of the ceremony was now opened, and vaguely visible figures were moving around, as if someone had broken in.
The fifth son on the altar had no time to tell. He felt that his whole body was about to be sucked dry. The excessive overdraft of spiritual energy made him dizzy, and a feeling of exhaustion spread over his heart. He could only feel the noise around him.
Someone was screaming, and someone seemed to be crying. There were ghosts crying and wolves howling all around, and mourning was everywhere. It was as if he had fallen from the human world into hell and could not be reborn. He knew what he was going through and what he should do, but he couldn't wake up from this lengthy nightmare.
The distorted picture was instantly frozen, like an old camera, completely frozen in the memory of the old days.
The five senses returned, the sounds were rearranged and combined, and his seemingly confused brain gradually became clearer.
He glanced blankly at the palm of his hand, which was still intact... Before he completely lost his mind due to the pain, he once had the idea of cutting off this kind of arm.
Someone seemed to snort coldly, which sounded familiar.
"Master?" The man who shouted seemed to be in disbelief, his voice distorted and changed its tone.
"Yun, True Lord Yun Mao?!" Someone shouted one after another.
Of course, there are also some that are very out of tune. They immediately screamed "there is a ghost" and then ran away crawling.
Practitioners:...
It's quite impressive that a ghost can come out so openly in broad daylight...or maybe your paranoia is even worse.
Didn't the fifth son make a series of tricks before, including the clan emblem for mourning and carrying the coffin, but the result is that the person is still alive? !
Many disciples in the field felt funny, feeling that they had just watched a farce this time.
Looking at the chaotic situation in the venue, the blood-stained corpses on the floor and the "guests" with all kinds of ingredients, Wu Ying couldn't help but sneered. It turned out that he had underestimated his young son's abilities.
But equally, having the ability to make such a fuss is also a talent.
He looked coldly at someone at the center of the altar. The opponent was now completely restrained by the out-of-control weapon. Just a little more, and the other party might fall down and give up his young life.
But he finally took action. Because... he is a sect leader but he is also a father.
