”then again, shouldn't you get off him?”
yan zun lit the last disciple of wanjianzong, burned to ashes, and then looked at the hidden respect that ntrolled the body of the disciple of wanjianzong in disgust.
yan zun's voice fell, and the hidden shadow
oke away from the disciple of the ten thousand swords.
”me. what have i done! ”
the disciple of wanjianzong finally escaped from the hidden ntrol, but did not feel the slightest happiness.
he knelt feebly on the ground and looked at his hands painfully, vered with the blood of his own door.
”you killed all these people.”
the hidden shadow floated to him, looked at him, and said in a low but seductive voice.
the other three were just watching and did not attack the wanjianzong disciple.
they've seen this trick many times.
”ah!”
the disciple of wanjianzong roared madly, killing the sin of the same door and pletely crushing him.
after the roar, his hands hung down feebly, and a little blood and tears flowed out of the rners of his eyes.
his soul was pletely killed in this sense of guil