In the sea of ​​sand, although this ancient city fell, looking up at the starry sky, the stars were still particularly brilliant.

On the same dark night, in the Southern Dynasty, even looking up at these stars on the top of the mountains, it is not as bright as you can see in the sand sea.

Hengshan is also a famous mountain in the south.

There are several sword sects in Hengshan, but tonight it has become history.

A black-robed practitioner was sitting in a stone chamber at the highest point of Hengshan Mountain, and an old man was boiling medicine outside the stone room.

The black-robed practitioner slowly raised his head, and the starlight illuminated half of his face.

He was the most famous figure in the Southern Dynasty and Northern Wei Dynasty at this time.

The one who helped him cook medicine outside was the Cui family who had helped Cui Zhenguan to kill his life before.

"I know you secretly asked Xue Suliu to say something last night. I know you have good intentions to him, but I can't understand why among those people, you just talk to him."

When the Demon Sect raised his head, some pus flowed down his throat and flowed down along the collar of his chest.

The old man from the Cui family who was cooking medicine outside the door suddenly stiffened.

The conversation he had with that man was originally extremely secret. He felt that it was impossible for others in this world to know about it, but he never expected that he would not escape the eyes and ears of the Demon Sect.

"Don't worry I'll kill you."

The Demon Sect laughed and said, "You have done a good job these days. I just want you not to waste your kindness in vain and not to spend your energy on these meaningless things."

"I talked to him because among those people, he knew etiquette the most, respected me the most, and did not pretend to behave. I reminded him not to continue practicing the magic skills you taught them, and because he looked very much like a friend of mine when I was young."

The old man surnamed Cui turned around slowly. He looked at the Demon Sect with great bitterness. He looked at the pus flowing in the Demon Sect's chest and continued, "You can't understand... I just can't understand even more. He knew that practicing this kind of demonic skill would bring terrible consequences, and he might become the object of your absorption of true energy and vitality. Why do these people still become your servants and willingly practice the demonic skill you taught them."

The pus on the Demon Sect’s chest is disgusting and terrifying.

The sticky pus is like the mud accumulated in the sewer of the fish market, like the sticky juice as thick as rice porridge, mixed with countless pieces of flesh and blood.

In the pus, there are many fragments of skin and flesh, and even some things like blood vessels and meridians.

Compared with the time when the Demon Sect first arrived at the Cui family, the sarcoma that had grown on his neck had begun to ulcerate, and even cutting flesh was useless. Even the new sarcoma that grew was like ripe fruits and directly ulcerated.

Although the bottom of his neck was completely shrouded in a black robe, the fishy smell that could not be concealed by the thick medicinal energy could make people think of how terrible the rotten tumor in his area was.

"How can a person like you understand the desires of young people?"

However, the Demon Sect looked at him with a smile and said, "You are too old and don't have many years to live, and you can't improve your cultivation much more. But compared with these young people, the most different thing is experience. You have experienced many things, and you have no interest in many things. But these young people are different, and they have not experienced many things. Now even a beautiful young girl falls naked in your arms, you may not be moved, but these young people are different. Some of them have not even tasted the taste of women.

Although some people have tasted women, they have never even possessed a woman of high-quality beauty. Many of the things you have experienced are still in their crazy imagination full of desires. Some of these young people, as long as you give them two or three young girls in one night, may feel willing to die and will not think about tomorrow's things at all. You cannot empathize with this desire from the bottom of your heart, so how can you understand their thoughts? Just tonight, the few female cultivators in the Sword Sect are already like carnival for these people."

"For you, female practitioners only have more identities and have no special interest, but for them, they think that if they didn't follow me, if they hadn't practiced the martial arts I taught them, how could they have female playthings that are cultivators? It would be difficult for them to practice in small sects to become cultivators. They follow the rules all their lives and need to act according to the teacher's face. Even if they have countless fantasies and countless desires in their minds, they can kill people at will and be able to desecrate the women they like at will?"

The Demon Sect looked at the old man of the Cui family who was slowly stunned, paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "This stone chamber originally belonged to the leader of the Hengshan Cave Heavenly Sword Sect, and was his special cultivation quiet room. In the era of abundant spiritual energy, there was a red fruit tree outside this sect, which could produce many red fruits containing a lot of spiritual energy every year. But two years ago, with the thinning of spiritual energy, the red fruit tree had already died. In fact, the final outcome of this red fruit tree is the ending of most of the practice sects and practitioners in the world today. Even without me, these sects would disappear, and these practitioners would die. The spiritual waste will continue for many years. Even if a few years later, most of the practice sects and practitioners will not be able to replenish spiritual energy. Their true energy is consumed.

After the purgation, in a few years, they will completely lose their power, no different from those ordinary warriors. They may not even be able to compete with those warriors who cannot practice but have been practicing martial arts. They once reached such a peak, overlooking the vast majority of people in the world, but fell back into the dust, making them willing to do so. What's more, even when they reach the peak, they dare not act recklessly. I can let them practice now, and make them act recklessly. If you are not happy, how can you understand their happiness? Since these people choose to live in drunkenness and die, even if they die, they may only regret it at the moment of death. Therefore, whether in the past or now, my Demon Sect has never lacked the Demon Sect followers."

The old man in the Cui family looked a little pale, but listening to the crying and moans of a woman coming from the mountain stream, and listening to the devilish young practitioners who had been gathering around the Demon Sect during these days, he was speechless.

"Actually, you should change your mind. They should thank me. It was me who made them truly know that practitioners should be like stars in the sky. No matter what they do, since they are practitioners, they should always be watched. Whether it is killing or escaping, whether it is good or evil, practitioners should always be at the forefront of this world. Otherwise, even if they practice diligently and live a life of timidity, they will be no different from mediocre men."

"Sir."

A young practitioner with a thin body but agile figure rushed up from the mountain road. The practitioner's face was flushed, his nose was covered with sweat, and his eyes were full of excitement. "Wei Rui's whereabouts have been found."

"Okay, tell them and set off tomorrow morning." The Demon Sect nodded.

"Wei Rui?"

The old man of the Cui family looked at the Demon Sect in disbelief. He wanted to say something else, but because he was too shocked, he opened his mouth and spit out the name, but couldn't say the second sentence.
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