I raised a bunch of monsters in my sect

There was silence in the void, and Mo Sang did not respond to the ridicule of these people.

He...disdains it.

After the group had had enough ridicule, they started to cheer.

"Brothers, there are only three of them still standing. Let's work harder and catch them all!"

When everyone heard this, their emotions instantly became high, and they started to scream and attack Mo Sang.

However, what shocked them was that the spiritual energy in their bodies suddenly seemed to be disconnected and severely blocked.

No matter how lucky they are, they can't cast spells.

Just when he was confused and wanted to ask for clarification, one of them suddenly pointed at a companion and shouted.

"Ah, Ah Huai, your face...the flesh is gone, gone!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Why is there nothing left?"

The man touched his face in confusion.

Then he was horrified to find that the flesh on his face was like powder, falling off with the slightest touch.

Looking at the fresh meat paste in my hand, it is white without any trace of blood, it looks completely cooked, and it still exudes an alluring aroma of meat.

He didn't feel any discomfort, and said somewhat speechlessly: "Did you forget to wash your face when you went out this morning? It's so dirty."

After saying that, he threw away the meat paste and curiously touched his face. He kept pulling and pulling. In one breath, all the meat paste on his face was removed, leaving only a white body. of skeletons.

When the rest of the people saw him like this, it was like seeing a ghost, and they were so frightened that they immediately left him three steps away.

"What's wrong with Ah Huai? Isn't he poisoned?"

"Fortunately, we are fine, it's too scary..."

Everyone touched their faces with lingering fear.

Then, to his horror, he discovered that they had also pulled out countless pieces of meat.

With things like this now, it's impossible to say that everyone is fine.

The casual cultivators present realized belatedly that the flesh and skin on their bodies had already been melted into mud by the white flames, and were not far from being turned into ashes.

The shadow of death hung over everyone's heads, and they all started crying and shouting.

They didn't want to die yet, and still had a great desire for life. One of them saw the opportunity quickly and knelt down in front of Mo Sang with a plop.

"Senior, it was a few of us who offended you without thinking. I beg you to be noble and let us go. We promise that we will never dare to do it again next time."

When others heard it, they immediately followed suit.

"Senior, as long as you let us go, we are willing to do anything. Please give us a way to live!"

"All our belongings, including everything we have in Black Ghost City, are yours to enjoy, and we promise to be loyal to you from now on without any second thoughts!"

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These people really worked hard to survive.

Unfortunately, when the flames burned their bodies, it was already doomed that they had no possibility of continuing to live.

Death is the only outcome after they hurt Yulin Peak people.

There was no sadness or pity in Mo Sang's eyes, and his whole person was in an ethereal state.

He has no feelings for anyone in the world. His only strong feelings are the brothers he grew up with. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on them will be killed without leaving a trace.

This brutal scene frightened everyone in Yulinfeng too lightly.

This second senior brother is too cruel. He kills people without leaving any blood, but the effect is simply incredible.

Gu Qiqi's eyes sparkled and said: "I didn't expect the second senior brother to be so strong. No wonder the senior brother is so partial to him. He looks so manly now!"

Ji Tong looked at Gu Qiqi's nymphomaniac look and knew that this little girl had been fascinated by Mo Sang.

This girl is purely a face-controller. Except for Ji Tong, most of the people in Yulin Peak are handsome and handsome. They are the kind of people who look good at them.

She has no resistance to good-looking people at all, and her eyes are glued to Mo Sang. In a short time, Mo Sang will be entangled with him.

Just thinking about it makes me shed tears of sympathy for that fat, wishful man.

The human form that this guy transformed into is just a child. As long as he looks better, he sticks to Gu Qiqi and will tolerate it because of his nurturing appearance.

The problem is that Pang Pang looks very bad. I really doubt that he is based on a big fat dog. Otherwise, how could he be so fat?

He is ugly, and his personality is boring and dull. I often feel like he is like a little idiot who knows only a little about many things.

This is because he closed himself off for too long, stayed away from the crowd, and did not receive education.

In the end, he was unable to occupy a place in Gu Qiqi's heart. On the contrary, he was angry and could only leave with hatred.

The white flame seems to keep burning as long as the breath of life is felt.

Even if these casual cultivators have become skeletons, they are still not going to let them go. They will burn them all to ashes before giving up.

This technique was not too powerful compared to sword cultivation, and it made An Shiqiu envious for a while.

"Where did Second Senior Brother learn this technique? It seems he has never heard of it."

Ji Tong raised the corner of his mouth and explained: "He realized this by himself, you can't think of it!"

"What? Did you realize it yourself? Oh my God, is he going to be the founder?"

An Shiqiu's voice was so loud that he woke up the other people.

After seeing clearly Mo Sang's strength, everyone lowered their heads in shame.

"I didn't expect that the second senior brother is already so powerful, but we are still like this, alas..."

They are all people with extraordinary origins. Compared with the second senior brother, that is the difference between Haoyue and Yinghuo.

Ji Tong looked at how their self-confidence was greatly affected, and couldn't help but retort back angrily.

"You are all already Nascent Soul, and I am still like this. According to your words, there is no need for me to live."

Everyone was shocked, quickly admitted their mistake, and then comforted the boy.

"Elder brother, we were wrong. We shouldn't underestimate ourselves. We are not bad, and neither are you."

"Haha... We all need to learn from Second Senior Brother, work hard to improve ourselves, and understand powerful techniques that suit us."

Everyone's words of comfort to Ji Tong were not meant to comfort him.

After this enlightenment, everyone no longer bothered about the martial arts, but instead aroused their fighting spirit and started to compare themselves without knowing it.

This kind of thing is the nature of monks. As long as the bottom line is not violated, Ji Tong will generally not pay much attention to it, and will even encourage them to boldly compare.

The journey of spiritual practice is difficult. It is a process of competing with others, competing with yourself, and competing with heaven.

Everything is easy to say if you win, and don't be afraid if you lose. As long as you still have breath, there is the possibility of creating miracles. (End of chapter)