Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

At this moment, Wujiyuan was experiencing a great chaos. Wen Bumian absorbed the Phoenix Fire in advance, which caused the strange beasts in Wujiyuan not to be burned by the Phoenix Fire, but to pour out. The hundreds of disciples who came in later not only failed to find anyone, but also encountered an unprecedented crisis because of treasure hunting.

The entire Wuji Abyss was filled with a thick demonic aura, accompanied by shouts one after another.

It's not just because of the monster, but also because of the sword that suddenly appeared behind him.

After the teams of two or three worked together to eliminate the monsters, the treasures that appeared before their eyes betrayed them. In the end, only one person stood among the fallen corpses, covered in blood, staring at the bright red flowers blooming in the canyon.

The smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of flowers filled the air and reached the noses of the three people along with the rising air flow.

Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang looked at the scene below with indescribable shock in their eyes.

They have witnessed such scenes several times in the past few months.

But today's battle was the most special. It was special because they were from the same school, and after fighting together against all the dangers in the Wuji Abyss, after killing monsters and eliminating traitors in the team, the most inconspicuous one killed his two senior brothers.

"This is Wujiyuan. Even fellow disciples cannot be trusted." Liu Yunzi coldly pronounced the outcome of the battle. He was already accustomed to such scenes.

Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang looked at each other. After experiencing what happened in the past few days, even their state of mind had changed greatly.

At the beginning they still wanted to help, but as time went on, they could only force themselves to learn to be indifferent, because now they were no different from the treasures that could turn them against each other.

During the two months of following Liu Yunzi, no matter whether they gained anything or not, the news that Liu Yunzi had survived in Wujiyuan for three thousand years spread. Everyone who saw Sanyuan Sect looked as if they were looking at a huge Qiankun bag filled with countless treasures.

The only living disciple of Xuanfeng Sect in the canyon stood there for a long time, the bloodshot in his eyes still not fading. The red flowers in the canyon became even more red under the nourishment of blood, swaying back and forth with the wind in the canyon, like a group of elves dancing with the wind.

Behind him, the flowing blood seeped into the ground little by little, spreading a red spiritual power and approaching the remaining corpse of the monster.

The soft flesh and blood disappeared bit by bit, leaving only a few hard scales and complete monster bones.

The green scales were surrounded and entangled by the red power, as if they were woven together bit by bit by a red silk thread, gradually taking the shape of armor.

Such a scene attracted the attention of the three people on the mountain.

Liu Yunzi saw the corpse of the monster in the canyon that seemed to be refining itself. The green spiritual light and the blood-colored power were entangled with each other. Above the canyon, there were dense thunderclouds, as if responding to the abnormal phenomenon in the canyon. As the thunder sounded, the lightning intertwined in the clouds, and a bolt of lightning struck from the thundercloud and headed straight for the canyon.

The lightning struck the scale armor that was taking shape, instantly releasing a powerful energy wave.

"It's the beast armor!" Liu Yunzi suddenly laughed, his eyes flashing with excitement, "No wonder they fought for it, it's worth it, so worth it!"

Mo Shaoyu and the others did not expect Liu Yunzi to say such words. After seeing the look in Liu Yunzi's eyes, they were extremely puzzled. He had been walking in the Wuji Abyss for a thousand years. What a treasure it must be to be able to make him look like this.

"Uncle Master, what is the secret of this beast armor?"

Liu Yunzi stared at the blue-red armor that was forming below him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable joy.

"Most demon bone scales require the power of true fire to be refined into the main part of a magic weapon, or to integrate the demon power attached to it into it. This is human power. But what you see now is a set of beast armor that was refined automatically. This is the power of heaven and earth, formed naturally, and it is rare to see it in ten thousand years. This is a true magic weapon of heaven and earth, and it can be called an immortal product. If you can get it, not only can you practice with the master, but you can even resist the thunder tribulation of ascension."

Liu Yunzi took a step forward excitedly, re-examining the location and layout of the valley, and suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. This valley is a natural furnace for refining weapons. The creatures that die here are natural sacrifices. When enough blood is shed, a suitable treasure will be refined."

"You've made a fortune, little brat. You just happened to witness this moment. This set of divine armor is more valuable than the entire Wuji Abyss. With it, Sanyuan Sect will have the hope of crossing the gate of ascension and becoming the only sect to ascend in tens of thousands of years."

Liu Yunzi turned around and faced the two juniors behind him. The expression in his eyes was no longer indifferent as it had been for a long time. Even the vicissitudes of life on his body disappeared at this moment.

He was excited, thrilled, and even a little ambitious.

"kill him!"

Before Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang could react, they heard a sentence that was like a thunderbolt.

"Kill him! This immortal artifact belongs to the Sanyuan Sect. Take it back, and the thunder tribulation will no longer be an obstacle to your ascension."

"Master-uncle!"

Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang looked at the person in front of them in horror, unable to believe what they heard.

They traveled through the Wuji Abyss for several months, witnessed dozens of fights, and were wary of all the sects, but they never thought that they would become the active hunters.

"Can't do it?"

Liu Yunzi saw their hesitation and said, "You are too soft-hearted. If you don't kill him, they will kill you. Even if you get this divine armor, Sanyuan Sect will become the target of public criticism. Only by killing him can we preserve the peace of the sect."

Liu Yunzi seemed to have suddenly become a different person. His originally clear eyes became more fierce at this moment. From his perspective, the Sanyuan Sect must obtain this set of armor, but no one could be left alive.

"Uncle-master." Mo Shaoyu understood the significance of this divine armor to the Sanyuan Sect. For some reason, he also felt a murderous intent in his heart. If he wanted to obtain the treasure, he had to kill someone.

Mo Shaoyang on the side had the same feeling. It seemed as if something was pulling him in his heart. He even wanted to take the divine armor for himself. He had a desire.

In the extreme silence, Mo Shaoyu took a step forward, and Mo Shaoyang followed him. They looked at the Xuanfeng Sect disciple who was covered in blood at the bottom of the canyon.

He stood motionless, around him were red flowers dancing in the wind, gorgeous and redder than blood, behind him was a blue-red armor that was taking shape.

Kill him and you will get it.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Suddenly, several intertwined seductive voices rang in the ears of the two.

"Don't do it yet."

Finally, after Liu Yunzi gave an order, the two flew down the canyon, summoned their swords, and walked towards the man.

But as soon as he landed on the ground, the man knelt down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was also because of this mouthful of blood that the two men saw clearly the situation of this man. After the fight just now, he was not far from death. He had used up all his strength in killing his two senior brothers, and now he had no power to resist at all.

Even so, when he saw Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang, he still tightly grasped the sword in his hand and waved it at the two of them, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He's dying, he's going to die soon, so it's okay to kill him.