Of course, the Demon Sect is not afraid or afraid of killing, and he doesn't know how many people he has killed, but it is difficult for an existence that is too strong to be interested in killing an existence that is too weak.

The feeling of killing these cavalrymen was not much different to him than when he was a child and he stepped on a snail on the road.

Stepping on a snail to death, listening to the crisp sound of the snail's shell and flesh being crushed like a ripe berry, a child may have a sense of freshness at first, and will enjoy it, but no child will always be interested in this kind of thing.

He was not interested.

Not to mention that the continuous killing of people will also make him feel tired and tired.

It's just that he doesn't have a choice.

The mysterious cultivator called Yuwen Hunt perfectly controlled the power of the Heavenly Mandate Blood Box, the kind of mysterious and powerful power that even he couldn't understand, controlled the erosion of the Heavenly Mandate Blood Box on his body within a certain range, and even made his body no longer diseased and corroded, but at the same time, his life and death were completely controlled in the hands of Yuwen Hunt.

Yuwen Hunt can make the power of the Heavenly Destiny Blood Box explode at any time, making him completely turn into a rotten mushroom.

No one wants to be completely controlled.

But for him and Yuwen Lie, it's like a tacit game.

Of course, he was not willing to die, for him, the only chance to exist was to find and penetrate the law of vitality that controlled the power of the Heavenly Mandate Blood Box in this kind of control, and find a way to crack it.

It's just that for Yuwen Hunting, the Demon Sect is like a big fish that always swallows a hook, and this big fish is still swimming in the water at this time, but as long as the fisherman lifts the fishing rod at any time, the big fish will be thrown to the shore.

If a big fish that always swallows a hook reaches the shore, can it still bite the fisherman with the fishing rod to death?

Demon Sect has long been a household name in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and his portrait is also widely circulated in the Northern Wei Dynasty, when the heads of these cavalry soldiers burst open, the early morning sun illuminates his face, and many of those cavalry soldiers recognize who he is.

"Demon Sect... My lord?"

Many voices rang out.

The Demon Sect is his name and identity, but the word "adult" means respect and dignity.

At this moment, in the first exclamation of the Northern Wei border army who reacted, they subconsciously called him Lord Demon Sect instead of Demon Sect, which made him even more unable to afford the idea of killing these people.

It's just that he has to kill.

In return for the subconscious respect of these cavalrymen, the only way he could apologize was to let them die simply, quickly.

He looked at the cavalry, bowed slightly, and seemed to salute.

With his jaw bowed, a piece of his qi was missing from the depths of his sea of qi.

A mass of extremely condensed true elements disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, a curtain of gray vitality fell from the sky, enveloping all the cavalry in the camp.

Countless light smoke burned from the bodies of those cavalrymen.

Their hearts and pulses came to a halt instantly, and the vivid vitality quickly detached from their bodies.

These cavalry were like felled logs, constantly falling to the ground.

Numerous cries of terror rang out in the market town.

Many people subconsciously closed their doors and windows and locked themselves in the space they were most familiar with, and some put down what they were doing and ran towards the fields outside the market town.

The Demon Sect entered this market town, he walked into a noodle shop that didn't have time to close the door, and let the owner of the noodle shop who was shivering next to the stove give him a bowl of noodles, he ate the noodles, and then casually waved his hand to smash the door of an inn, got into a carriage, and found a random person to be a coachman, and then pointed to the direction where Luoyang was, and sat in the carriage.

Near noon, the carriage arrived in Pingshan County.

The Peng's gate valve in Pingshan County was famous in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Not because the Peng family has a lot of power in the court, but because the Peng family is loyal to the martyrs.

The three generations of the ancestors and grandchildren of the Peng clan lords produced a total of nineteen border generals, of which seventeen died on the border of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Dynasties.

In Peng Village, Pingshan County, where Peng's family is located, there are many women and few men.

Officials of any rank in the Northern Wei Dynasty had to dismount or walk out of the carriage before entering Peng Village, so when the carriage where the Demon Sect was located arrived at the archway at the entrance of Peng Village, it was naturally stopped.

The chauffeur who helped the Demon Sect drive was just an ordinary caravan driver, and the Demon Sect was in the carriage behind him, although he only occasionally indicated the direction along the way, and there was no other sound, but this huge psychological pressure had already made him always in great fear, and at this time he was stopped by several sergeants, the coachman's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he almost fainted directly.

His strange appearance made these sergeants even more vigilant, "Who is in the carriage?"

Accompanied by the cheers of one of the sergeants, a Peng's offering also came from not far away.

A sigh rang out from the carriage.

"I'm just passing through. The Demon Sect said.

Peng's worship, who was still more than ten zhang away from the carriage, felt something strange, and immediately waved his hand to signal the sergeants to step aside, and then bowed respectfully to the carriage and asked, "I don't know which senior?"

The Demon Sect sighed again.

If he doesn't say it, he will kill people directly, but having said that, with the temperament of those people in the Peng family, he still won't let him pass through here directly.

Left and right are troubles.

So he started killing.

That Peng is a swordsman.

Just as the Demon Sect sighed, a tremor sounded from the sleeve of the Peng Clan's worship.

A small handleless sword like white jade, hidden in the sleeve of his coat, flew up.

This Peng worshipper looked at this little sword in disbelief, he couldn't imagine that this little sword of his own would be completely out of his control.

The five fingers of his right hand subconsciously opened, and the five true elements surged out sharply, falling towards this small sword.

He wanted to control his flying sword.

However, in the next moment, his right hand was slightly cold.

His five fingers were first easily cut off by the flying sword, and the crisp radish fell from his palm.

He watched as his flying sword stabbed into his chest, and then, with a chill through his body, flew out of his back and landed on the sergeants.

"Let's go. ”

Demon Sect said to the coachman who was already frightened.

The blood of several sergeants was dripping on the carriage of the carriage, and the flying sword hung quietly in front of the carriage.

Countless siren sounded.

The whole Peng village became agitated.

When some gray air currents flowed out of the body of the dead Peng Clan Worshipper and fell towards the traveling carriage, some people reacted, "Demon Sect!"

Several old women resolutely stopped in front of the carriage.

These old women were also the highest cultivation beings among the Peng Clan's sect valves, but even so, they were not able to cross the threshold of the peak of the Chengtian Realm, and they did not step into the Divine Mind Realm at all.

They knew that they couldn't stop the Demon Sect, but as long as they were alive, they wouldn't allow the Demon Sect to pass through them.

Looking at the old women blocking the road, the coachman in the carriage subconsciously wanted to stop the carriage, but at this moment, the bodies of these old women exploded directly.

Warm blood clots spilled out in all directions, and some of the flesh fragments were like real arrows, piercing through many of the running and rushing figures.

The coachman's hands froze, and before he could react, the carriage had passed through a warm and bloody gas.

Tiny drops of blood poured down on his face like spring rain.

The driver finally couldn't bear it, he couldn't breathe, his heart felt clenched by an invisible hand, and he finally fainted.