I practice Ten Thousand Soul Banners, but you think I’m a big devil?

On the mountainside of Xuantian Peak, on a wide square platform.

In front of Yingxian Hall.

A man and a woman are suspended in the air, showing no anger or authority.

The disciples of the Ghost King Sect below the two men were all dressed in black. Each of them had an expressionless face and did not make any sound.

On the platform in front of Yingxian Hall, Wu Tian looked ahead solemnly, not daring to look around at all.

Not only him, this quiet and depressing atmosphere made everyone around him nervous, with their heads lowered, waiting for the unknown outcome.

Fortunately, people who are successful in cultivating demons have no fear on their faces other than nervousness, and are relatively calm.

This is different for many people who have not achieved anything famous in their cultivation.

The fear on their faces could not be concealed at all, and their bodies were trembling, obviously anticipating their own outcome.

They were able to come here, just with a little bit of luck in their hearts.

As people arrived one after another, a group of people stood on the platform, estimated to be hundreds.

These are all former handyman disciples of Xuantian Sect, who came here to wait for an unknown fate.

Wu Tian boldly glanced around without leaving any trace.

'The bell has rang twice, and there are only so many people...'

He murmured in his mind.

Wu Tian thought about when the handyman disciples gathered on this platform, there were at least one or two thousand people in the dark place.

Now there are only two or three hundred, and many of them are mortals.

This made him wonder, isn't it quite simple to cultivate demons?

Back then, he had reached the first level of Qi refining in just one month, and he felt quite relaxed!

clang!

A bell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

‘Three rings! ’

Wu Tian looked calm and looked up nervously at the two figures in the sky.

As long as there is the slightest mistake, he will return to Blue Star immediately, but he will never come back within a year and a half.

The people on the platform looked nervously in the air. Wu Tian took this opportunity to take a good look at the people in the air.

However, most of his eyes were attracted by one of the female devils.

I saw the female devil wearing a black gauze dress, with a beautiful appearance, a voluptuous figure, and a cold face with a hint of charm and seductiveness.

Yun Youmeng glanced at the crowd below, her red lips parted slightly: "The time has come, and those who have not arrived here have no chance of joining our Holy Sect."

Her cold voice reached Wu Tian's ears, making him sigh in relief.

It looked like the Ghost King Sect didn't want their lives, otherwise they wouldn't waste any time and just kill them.

clang!

Yun Youmeng shot a flash of light at the Soul Bell in front of her. The bell rang, and a black light instantly appeared on everyone on the platform, which was absorbed by the Soul Bell.

clang!

Another bell rang, and rays of soul light flew from all directions, sinking into the Soul Bell, being absorbed and refined by it, and becoming the nourishment of the Soul Bell.

After dealing with the people who hadn't arrived, Yun Youmeng looked at the crowd below: "From today on, you have officially become my disciples of the Holy Sect. All those who practice Qi should come forward."

As soon as she finished speaking, many people in the crowd hurried to the front.

The people who stayed there looked at each other with panic in their eyes.

For a moment, the group of people split into two waves, with more than thirty people remaining in place.

"Inspire spiritual power."

Following her instructions, Wu Tian and others dared not disobey, and obediently activated their spiritual power, and black demonic energy emerged from everyone's bodies.

but……

Among them was a young girl whose spiritual power was water-attributed. She was neutral and gentle, and she seemed like an outlier among the crowd.

Yun Youmeng raised his hand and waved, and the man floated into the air uncontrollably.

"You don't practice my Holy Sect's skills and you still want to get through. Who gave you the courage?"

She finished speaking coldly, ignoring the girl's begging for mercy. With a squeeze of her jade hand, the girl instantly turned into blood mist and was absorbed by the death bell in front of her.

Then she looked at the people in the Qi-refining crowd who had failed to activate their spiritual power: "Our Holy Sect is the most disciplined. If you are honest, it's okay to spare your life, but now..."

"Death!" After her words fell, clouds of blood mist exploded, turning into blood lines and being absorbed by the Soul Bell.

Her ferocity made the crowd below dare not make a sound, for fear of losing their lives.

Especially the mortals behind Wu Tian and others were trembling with fear, their legs were weak, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Yun Youmeng looked at the people below and said to the person beside her: "Junior brother, I leave this place to you."

"Sister, don't worry, I will take care of it." The man in black next to her said respectfully.

Yun Youmeng nodded, put away the bell, turned into a stream of light and flew towards the peak.

"Farewell to Fairy Youmeng!" the people of the Ghost King Sect shouted in unison.

After Yun Youmeng left, Han Ye looked at Wu Tian and others below: "You are deeply blessed. Not only did you survive, you were also lucky enough to become disciples of our Holy Sect. I hope you and others will cultivate well and strengthen the Holy Sect. ”

"As for those who haven't refined their Qi yet..."

Han Ye looked at the dozens of terrified mortals and hesitated when he thought that Yun Youmeng had not killed them: "That's all, you and our Holy Sect are destined to be together. I hope you will work hard to cultivate and refine your Qi as soon as possible."

Then he stopped talking nonsense, asked Wu Tian and others to be recorded in the book, and gave them a set of Ghost King Sect disciple costumes and disciple tokens.

The most important thing is that he also gave them the fundamental skills of the Ghost King Sect.

Huangquan soul refining method.

Although they were only given part of the Qi refining period, subsequent exercises had to be exchanged for the sect's contribution.

But even so, Wu Tian and others are already very satisfied.

After all, his life was saved, and he officially became a member of the Ghost King Sect. He also changed his practice skills into the mysterious underworld soul refining method.

The demonic essence cultivated by this soul refining method is purer and more powerful, so what else can they be dissatisfied with.

After all, they only had a name before, not even a disciple token.

It's totally in name only.

Now they finally managed to keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight, and embraced the Ghost King Sect.

However, even though they became official disciples, the house they lived in remained unchanged.

The Ghost King Sect believes in the law of the jungle, so you want to live in a good place.

Can,

Go grab it yourself!

As long as you don't kill people in public, it won't matter even if you kill people.

Wu Tian felt that the Ghost King Sect was like a voodoo farm, and their disciples were voodoo insects.

The strong live, the weak die!

Wu Tian didn't know whether it was because the weak and the strong only prevailed here, or whether it was the same in the Ghost King Sect's base camp.

If the golden elixir boss were to attack the Qi Refining disciples at will, wouldn't it be chaos?

Do the disciples who survive under this model really have a sense of belonging to the sect?

Wu Tian couldn't understand, but it didn't stop him from hurriedly returning to his residence.

Even when a charming-looking woman among the servant disciples approached him, he ignored her.

The woman had bad intentions at first glance. She didn't look like a good person. He would not be driven by lust and fall into the trap of gentleness.

In the Demon Sect, he doesn't trust anyone!