Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his breathing, and tried his best to reduce his sense of presence.
As an old Jianghu, even though he didn't know the complete meaning behind this conversation, he knew very well that this conversation was very important, both to him... and to the righteous monks.
After mastering the core secrets hidden in it, he also had the ability to negotiate with those Demon Sect monks.
Deciding the winner and stopping the Demon Sect's conspiracy is the general direction and strategy.
For now, as the leader of that group of righteous monks, Yin Feiyang's first thing to do is to lead those righteous monks to survive the 'breath' of the Demon Sect monks.
And it is firmly nailed to this world and takes its place.
Waiting for changes in the landscape and changes in world affairs.
"Archbishop! Archbishop!" The man named Matthew kept calling the old man.
But the old man could no longer give any response.
His body has gradually become colder, and his cloudy and old eyes have lost their vitality and aura.
Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, lowered his body, and looked forward through the gap between the chair legs.
On the podium directly in front, an old man in red robe fell on the podium with his head raised.
In his chest was a dagger with a blood groove open for bleeding.
The blood flowed and slid down the body, dripping into a container under the podium to hold the blood.
"He was actually stabbed to death... Was it suicide? Or was it homicide? I didn't even hear it from the conversation before." Yin Feiyang was surprised by the scene before him.
He originally thought that the scene behind the conversation should be an old man telling a young man the secrets behind the world, followed by Dundun's teachings. But because of old age and lack of energy, after telling some secrets, he slowly fell asleep.
But I never expected that it would be such a picture.
A young man with long black curly hair, pale skin and a hooked nose, knelt at the feet of the old man in red, his eyes gazing at the golden goblet that was being filled with blood.
A sudden violent vibration began to spread from the distant surface to this remote church.
The young man named Matthew picked up the golden goblet on the ground.
Then he slowly put down the cross in his hand.
He closed his eyes and faced the cross directly in front of him, under the stained glass dome, symbolizing the crucifixion of Jesus, and raised 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 unparalleled sin from now on. I will become Cain, Judas, Dracula... despised by the Lord. I I will wait for the dawn in the dark night, and look at the lights in the distance during 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 also The guardian is the darkness before dawn and the despair before dawn."
After saying that, Matthew retracted his arm and drank the blood in the Holy Grail.
Amid painful struggles and screams, bloody wings sprouted from his back, and black scales shone with a cold light on the wings.
The slender fangs poked out of Matthew's lips, and his face became even more stern.
Finally, Matthew glanced at the place where Yin Feiyang was hiding.
He flapped his wings and broke through the church. Outside the church, the sky was filled with fire and scorching shock waves, and he disappeared into the darkness.
At this time, an inexplicable melody sounded in Yin Feiyang's ears.
"In the Name of the Father" began to play in Yin Feiyang's ears as the background music.
He still couldn't quite understand it, but he felt inexplicably that he seemed to have experienced something and missed something.
Time goes by, turning the world upside down.
Yin Feiyang held the silver cross and returned to the crowd again, returning to the small square in front of the church.
Before he could recover, the cross in his hand was snatched away.
"Tell me! Where did you go just now? What did you see and hear again?" Xue Wuliang, who had just finished the initiation and obtained the power of the Demon Sealer, kicked Yin Feiyang to the ground and stepped on Yin Feiyang heavily with his foot. Flying Chest asked.
Yin Feiyang felt extremely humiliated.
How many years!
How many years has it been since he was treated like this?
Such powerlessness and weakness, such being at the mercy of others!
The suffocation and depression in the chest made Yin Feiyang feel painful.
What's even more painful is that the disciples who trusted him, worshiped him, and relied on him in the past are all very close to him, looking at him like this.
Their vaguely expectant eyes made Yin Feiyang's heart burn and sting.
"I don't know, what are you talking about." Yin Feiyang said stiffly.
Xue Wuliang is not a kind person.
It was obvious that Song Qingwen and others also wanted to let Xue Wuliang temper Yin Feiyang's temperament first.
I heard Yin Feiyang's refusal to cooperate.
Xue Wuliang showed a ferocious smile, but his chubby face was full of evil and malice.
He stepped on Yin Feiyang's arm, and then continued to increase the force, crushing his hand bones and arms bit by bit.
Severe pain came in waves like a tide.
"Sword Master!"
"Elder!"
"Grandmaster!" Many disciples and comrades began to shout. They wanted to break out of the encirclement and rescue Yin Feiyang.
But facing the overwhelming number of Demon Sect disciples, facing the Demon Sect disciples who had managed to eat some food, were no longer so hungry, and had recovered their physical strength, they faced Song Qingwen and Murong Yunting who had already mastered extraordinary powers. The elders of the Demon Sect are threatening...the resistance of these righteous monks is really too weak and weak.
The bones in half of Yin Feiyang's body were crushed one by one.
But he stood firm, gritted his teeth, and said not a word, not even a word.
He intends to use the information obtained to fight for some rights.
But obviously...it was definitely not said in such a humiliating or coerced way.
What's more, in this state, any word spoken will only help the demon sect's demon bastards, but it will not change the situation and stance of Yin Feiyang and the righteous monks.
"The Master of the Dragon Sword is a tough guy... We all know this!"
"But I heard that his dragon is his beloved one. If you can't torture him, why don't you torture his precious dragon?" An elder from the Demon Sect said with a sinister smile.
Xue Wuliang immediately smiled ferociously and said, "I understand!"
As he spoke, his eyes moved among the crowd of righteous monks.
At this time, the righteous monks... and most of the demon sect monks had already put away their names.
Without the indication of the name on the head, it is still difficult to distinguish who is who if you are not familiar with it just by looking at the 'appearance'.
Xue Wuliang didn't choose, and directly picked out a righteous monk who looked like a girl, then twisted her arms, lifted her up to Yin Feiyang, clasped her forehead with her fingers, and almost inserted her fingers into her eyeballs.
"Is it her?"
"Or... it's not her, but someone else?" Xue Wuliang asked in an excited... or even crazy tone.
He seemed to be looking forward to it more than Yin Feiyang, and it was not the dragon girl Ao Jiaojiao who he caught.
"Quit! Quit this world!" Yin Feiyang squeezed the sound out of his throat with difficulty.
"Quit? Let's see how you withdraw!" Xue Wuliang twisted his arms around the girl in his hand again, and the arms stuck together and twisted into a twist.
The severe pain caused the girl in his hand to completely forget to exit the world and was unable to concentrate on operating the data panel.
At this moment, Ke Xiaoliang also received a large amount of magic value... from the magic value emitted by the group of righteous monks.
Originally, these demonic values should logically flow towards Xue Wuliang.
But who made Xue Wuliang come to this world with just a soul body and not with a demon seed?
Apart from hating and hating Xue Wuliang, these righteous monks should also hate and hate the world that binds them.
And the world is Ke Xiaoliang.
Of course, these magic values are also directed at Ke Xiaoliang.
He was absorbed unceremoniously.
