mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 546
As the stone slab covering the entire hall burst open, three ray of light instantly appeared in the middle of the hall.

The light dissipated, revealing three figures in green robes.All of them have the cultivation base of the middle stage of alchemy.

"What's going on here?" The middle-aged man standing in the middle widened his eyes in disbelief.His cultivation base is the highest among the three, and he has reached the peak of the middle stage of alchemy, but he is completely unable to understand what he sees in front of him.

The five old men in purple robes fell to the ground, their eyes were wide open, and they looked at the top floor of the palace with hideous and distorted faces.And the lofty Yuehuang looked like a frightened wretch, knocking his head on the ground non-stop. If it wasn't for his extraordinary physique, he would have knocked himself to death by now.

Following the terrified gazes of the five old men, the three of them looked at the ceiling on the top floor of the hall.

I saw that the top of the huge suspended crystal lamp for lighting was densely covered with hideous corpses!

They were dressed in the clothes of palace guards and eunuchs, and seemed to be hung upside down from the ceiling by some kind of invisible rope. They stared down with blood-red eyes that almost protruded from the eyeballs, making the scalps of the three demonic knots a little numb.

"There is no trace of the formation being triggered, and there is no warning of the internal prohibition." A thin and gloomy old man stood behind the middle-aged monk and said slowly: "It looks like an illusion, but this kind of illusion is simply unheard of. Those who are not good."

The other person is a tall, thin, pock-faced young man. Since entering the palace, he has put on a suit of armor without saying a word. A magic weapon shaped like a crescent moon is slowly rotating around his wrist, emitting a weak sound. humming.

The middle-aged monk's face darkened, his spiritual sense swept around, and he shouted coldly:

"Since your Excellency is here, don't hide your head and show your tail, come out!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged monk suddenly heard two heavy objects falling to the ground behind him.

Two fresh corpses fell to the ground, the gloomy old man and the pockmarked young man with protruding eyes and twisted faces on the ground, two pairs of bloodshot protruding eyeballs fixedly staring at him, as if they were silently telling the story of what happened just now. In an instant, what a terrible thing they had encountered.

'Plop'!
Without the slightest hesitation, the middle-aged monk directly knelt down, knocking his head firmly on the ground, and the sound he made was clearer than that of Yue Huang beside him.

"Senior, please calm down! This junior is under the sect of Daoist Broken Soul. I didn't know that senior was here before, so I said nothing, so please spare my life!"

'Snapped'!
The middle-aged monk trembled, and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ghost Soul Broken Master, is that your master?"

"Yes! It's the tutor!" The middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "So the senior and the tutor are also old friends! Senior don't have to worry, it's just a few mortals, I can make the decision to control the mortals. Change them all over again! The master will never offend seniors for such a trivial matter!"

The man behind was silent for a while, then slowly took his hand away, and stood in front of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk lowered his head firmly, for fear of seeing this person's face.

"Go back and tell your master that I'll be waiting for him at the Yue Palace."

The middle-aged monk trembled all over, and quickly responded: "Yes! This junior will definitely bring this word to you!"

"get out."

Not daring to hesitate, the middle-aged monk immediately turned into a ray of light and went straight to the main altar of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Lu Yunze stood in the center of the palace hall, watching his leaving figure expressionlessly, and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, Wen Siyue came in from outside the hall, followed by two snake guard puppets who were at the peak of alchemy in the middle stage.

"The immortal cultivators around the palace have been cleaned up, but there are too many mortals in the palace, and they may not be able to clean up for a while." Wen Siyue breathed out and said softly.

Lu Yunze nodded, the five colors streamed in his eyes, and an invisible force instantly spread to the entire palace.

In an instant, everyone in the palace felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if they had encountered a man-eating tiger head-on in the wild. The instinctive fear drove everyone to flee the palace at an extremely fast speed.

It didn't take long for the entire palace to become empty.

Lu Yunze closed his eyes, and rubbed between his brows wearily.

At this moment, a pair of soft hands pressed onto his temples, and with soothing and skillful techniques, rubbed the acupuncture points on his head.

Lu Yunze instantly felt his headache relieved a lot.

"Thank you." Lu Yunze said with his eyes closed.

Wen Siyue shook her head with a smile, with a flash of spiritual light in her hands, combing the meridians on the top of his head bit by bit.

"Why are you still so polite to me, sir?"

Lu Yunze smiled, but did not speak.

This kind of secret technique that integrates the power of Lu Yunze No. [-]'s inner demon into his consciousness and uses it to influence and control others on a large scale is still an incomplete idea, and today is the first time Lu Yunze uses it.

There is no doubt that the use is still rough, so that there are some side effects.

After slightly relieving the stinging pain of his consciousness, Lu Yunze turned around slowly, looking expressionlessly at Yuehuang who had woken up from the hallucination.

At this time, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were tree gods, and a large amount of blood was oozing from his forehead. He looked extremely embarrassed, and he didn't have the air of an emperor.

Lu Yunze walked in front of him, squatted down slowly, and was at eye level with him.

"You should know me, right?" Lu Yunze asked calmly.

Yue Huang trembled, lowered his head, and respectfully knocked his head to the ground.

"Meet Immortal Master Lu!"

Lu Yunze remained expressionless, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

"It seems that you really know me, very good, this saves me a lot of tongue." Lu Yunze stood up, looking down at this man who seemed to be only in his forties, his eyes glistened with white light.

"The art of blood sacrifice, Ghost Spirit Sect is enough money, and you are just using this method to prolong the life of a mortal. It seems that the relationship between you and Ghost Spirit Sect is far closer than I imagined."

"Master Lu! I...I have no choice but to!" Yue Huang said tearfully as he almost crawled to Lu Yunze's feet.

"I also did it to preserve the strength of the Immortal Slaying Society, and I had to do it! Now Master Lu is back! Deserving Immortal Master Lu, take back the Immortal Slashing Society! I am willing to lead all the members of the Immortal Slashing Society to pledge allegiance to Master Lu!"

Lu Yunze looked at him, a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Slaying the Immortals... I have seen it, a total of 80,000 people."

"Senior..." Yue Huang hadn't finished speaking, and his whole body was instantly covered in blood.

Lu Yunze wiped off the blood on his feet, and walked out of the hall with Wen Siyue.

Those mortals who fled the palace in a hurry woke up suddenly as soon as they escaped from the palace, their eyes were full of confusion, and they didn't know how they ran out.

Until one of the guards looked towards the palace and saw a wisp of green smoke rising.

"Not good! The palace is on fire!"

　I have something to do tonight, the second one will be a little later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)