Those who can truly survive must be truly strong and ruthless enough, and will do whatever it takes to crave the sweetness of survival and power.

In a world where the jungle prevails, there are wolves everywhere waiting for an opportunity to peep. There is no sympathy, pity, privilege, or face. As long as there is a little bit of relaxation, the "partner" from the previous second will be cut off without mercy.

Your head, send you to hell.

Those who choose to join the Demon Cult are either full of evildoers or are forced to have no other choice. There are too many such people and it is impossible to kill them all. Therefore, there is always an endless stream of new members joining the Demon Cult every year.

The cruel laws of survival create strong strength. Strong strength builds strict hierarchical relationships. No matter how fierce the internal fighting is, there is absolute unity externally. No wonder the number of people that Mingmingdao has is dozens or hundreds of times that of the Demon Sect.

He is always beaten to pieces. It is as easy as pulling up radish to destroy a family.

Most of the brutal fighting occurred among the Tsing Yi sect members and Chome. It was more difficult for people above the twenty-eight disciples to change positions. When it came to the position of the four elders, all of them were human beings. Their kung fu and intelligence were far superior to ordinary people. There was a huge gap in level between them.

Xiao. If you are not sure about the ninth level or above, it is better for everyone to continue to make mistakes.[

However, in just ten days, the two Venerables Water and Earth were seriously injured. They retreated to their respective water caves in embarrassment to recuperate. The Blood Frost Meridian, the fifth among the Seven Killers, was completely severed. All four limbs were disabled. When he was unconscious, he was killed again.

Angry Yama seized the opportunity and killed himself with a single blow. Only two of the four elders were still alive. There were several vacancies among the twenty-eight disciples because the original local people had gone to report to King Yama.

Even when the Jianghu gang jointly launched an encirclement and suppression campaign twenty years ago, none of the masters in the Demon Cult suffered as heavy a loss as this time.

So many masters were killed and injured, but no one mentioned revenge. Because they all asked for it. They were willing to admit defeat. If they lost, they would have to lose their lives. For the Demon Cult, it is quite natural.

If possible, Tu Zhigang would never voluntarily go to see the new Zuo Zuo.

Using his superb flying sword skills and the poison produced in the Xilian Mountains, he successfully killed eighteen black-clad cultists who were interested in competing and filled the vacant position of Lou Su.

According to the rules of the sect, the right protector is in charge of punishments, the left protector is in charge of people, and anyone above twenty-eight disciples must be personally interviewed by the left protector. Although Tu Zhigang thought that the left protector, who had a weirder and more perverse temperament than the leader, would not do it at all.

He didn't care who got up and who got down. But the rules were there, and no matter how reluctant he was, he didn't dare to openly disobey them.

Yinwu Hall, a place even more deserted than the main hall. Not even the person responsible for serving tea and pouring water could be seen.

Tu Zhigang stood there for a long time before he saw someone walking out. He was dressed in eye-catching white clothes. He quickly knelt down on one knee, lowered his head and clasped his fists. He said respectfully: "My subordinate Tu Zhigang has seen the right protector!"

Ji Wuyan motioned for him to get up, and when he saw his rough and dark face turned red from holding back: "You've been waiting for a long time?"

"No, it's okay. My subordinates have just arrived."

He forced an awkward smile, trying to prove that he really didn't mind.

Even if I mind, I don’t have the guts to say it.

"Guardian Zuo doesn't like to be touched by others, so no one is usually left here." Seeing the token on Tu Zhigang's waist, he showed a gentle smile like a nobleman, took out his bone fan and pointed to the inner room: "It's the new successor.
Chapter completed!