Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

It doesn't matter, this is to help him.

Mo Shaoyang thought so in his heart.

But after killing him, what about the remaining two people?

How could he kill them and obtain this supreme treasure?

Mo Shaoyang glanced at the person next to him, only to see that person was looking at him with the same eyes.

He thought so too, he also wanted to kill himself, he felt it.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him... this treasure is yours..."

Mo Shaoyang heard the voice next to him again and smelled a sweet fragrance, which was the smell of blood.

He suddenly realized this. It was clearly the smell of blood, but he felt it was sweet. He was affected by something.

The red flowers under his feet were swaying, and he found the source of the sound. It was the flowers, they were talking.

No, no! There is something wrong here.

"Don't struggle. You also want that heaven and earth treasure, right? Kill everyone and you can get it. Mo Shaoyang, don't you always want to be the best disciple in the sect?"

"Are you willing to be suppressed by Meng Ziyuan for the rest of your life?"

"We are obviously your master's disciples, why does he get all the favor from your master, why should you give all the resources to him?"

"No, you are not willing to give up. You want to become excellent. You still want to stand in front of your master?"

"Become the first immortal to ascend to heaven in ten thousand years, and your master will only have you in his eyes..."

"You love her, we all know that..."

"Mo Shaoyang...don't suppress yourself...Mo Shaoyang...Shaoyang...Shaoyang..."

The complex interweaving of voices around him disturbed Mo Shaoyang's mind. He even heard Gu Qingman's voice. He seemed to see her, she was standing among the flowers and smiling at him.

"Shao Yang, if you get that treasure, you will be my only disciple..."

Mo Shaoyang saw her. She had never smiled at him like this before. He wanted to go towards her, but before that, he had to kill everyone.

His sword glowed with dangerous light, and his consciousness was almost lost.

“No, no…” That’s not it…

He staggered to his knees, trying his best to calm the voices in his head, but they kept coming one after another until another voice in his head rang out, "Desire itself is not scary. What's scary is that you hurt yourself and others in the name of satisfying desire... No matter what kind of desire it is, let it exist. As long as it's within the limit, there's nothing to be afraid of..."

That was Jiang Tingwan's voice. Yes, desire is not terrible. What is terrible is being driven by desire and doing more terrible things.

Just now he actually wanted to kill his brother and take the treasure for himself.

Mo Shaoyang came back to his senses and realized that this valley had a kind of bewitching power, and what affected their minds were the blood-red flowers in the canyon.

He held his breath at the first moment and also pulled Mo Shaoyu beside him.

"Brother, wake up. We have been bewitched by these flowers."

But Mo Shaoyu took his action as an attack, and swung his sword with a backhand, swinging it at him with a sharp sword energy.

Mo Shaoyang didn't dare to fight back and could only look up at Liu Yunzi above, but he saw him standing idly by. They were not the only ones affected.

"Fight, fight."

The flowers under my feet swayed wildly, as if they were alive, cheering for this fratricide.

"Brother. Look who I am?"

"No one can snatch it from me!" Mo Shaoyu swung his sword, aiming directly at the vital point.

Mo Shaoyang knew that the real danger was not his brother, but the out-of-control Liu Yunzi. If a fight really broke out, they would not be able to withstand a single blow from their uncle-master.

Therefore, he directly used his body to block Mo Shaoyu's sword, counterattacked with the sword, and blocked his breath with magic.

As the scent of the flowers disappeared, Mo Shaoyu saw the person in front of him clearly, "Shao Yang?!!"

He drew his sword in horror, "How could this happen? What did I do?"

The sword didn't penetrate deep enough, so Mo Shaoyang was still able to stand. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "These flowers can bewitch the mind. We have all been affected. The fight between fellow disciples just now might have been caused by this. The most important thing now is to leave this place quickly. We are not the only ones who have been affected."

Mo Shaoyang covered his wound and looked up, but Liu Yunzi was gone.

The next moment his face changed, and Mo Shaoyu also reacted. The two of them jumped at the same time and jumped towards the mountain wall, avoiding the fatal blow.

But the Xuanfeng Sect disciple who was kneeling on the ground had his body split into two halves.

Liu Yunzi appeared in front of the two men with a sword in hand.

"Uncle Master! Wake up quickly and don't be deceived by evil things."

Mo Shaoyu shouted, but Liu Yunzi could not hear him at all. Instead, he looked at the blue-red armor that had never been fully formed, and said to himself, "The divine armor is not complete, which means that the blood shed is not enough."

He turned his head and looked at the two people opposite him. "Little kids, I have been wandering in Wujiyuan for three thousand years just to find opportunities for Sanyuan Sect. Now is a godsend opportunity. This divine armor still needs sacrifices, it needs your blood. As long as we get it, Sanyuan Sect will become the number one sect in the world, and from now on, the hundreds of immortal sects will never dare to look down on us. You should feel honored to sacrifice your lives for this."

Liu Yunzi didn't hesitate at all and swung his hand with another sword, but this sword split into two the moment it left his hand, heading towards Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang respectively. It was not a sword shadow, but a real entity, carrying a sharp sword energy that left no room for maneuver.

Mo Shaoyang and the other man retreated step by step, and Liu Yunzi appeared beside Mo Shaoyu and grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Uncle-master!" they both shouted at the same time.

"Three thousand years! Do you know how I survived these three thousand years? You will never know..." Liu Yunzi's wrist trembled slightly, and the red in his eyes became more obvious, and even more filled with a kind of luster. It was the loneliness and solitude of being the only one in the three thousand years of life and death. "Sanyuan Sect is my only belief, because of it, I can survive, and I am willing to give everything for it."

"Brother!" Mo Shaoyang shouted as he saw Liu Yunzi controlling a flying sword towards Mo Shaoyu's body.

Mo Shaoyu was strangled to the point of suffocation, but after seeing the tears in Liu Yunzi's eyes, he loosened his struggling hands. At that moment, he felt that perhaps he could accept it.

So, the moment the sword energy approached, he closed his eyes.

In a flash, several sword energies suddenly came together, one sword blocked the flying sword, another sword forced Liu Yunzi to let go of Mo Shaoyu, and an extremely domineering palm forced Liu Yunzi to retreat again and again.

When they stood still, dozens of figures suddenly fell in the canyon.