After her luck was taken away, she tortured everyone in the sect and cried

Chapter 11 The Supreme Evil Syndicate
It was not just Pei Yuan who noticed the abnormality. Yan Beishu, who was standing among the crowd below, and Jiang Zhanyue, who was on the high platform, also felt it.

It was the same creepy feeling as when the knock on the door sounded in the previous fantasy.

"Close your eyes, close your eyes!" Pei Yuan quickly shouted to Jiang Zhanyue.

He and Yan Beishu have special identities, and they will have more information about the supreme evil traitor than Jiang Zhanyue.Monks with their level of cultivation cannot bear to come into contact with the supreme evil sycophant.If you glimpse his true appearance, you will definitely die.

This is also the reason why so many monks died in this illusion.Obviously, the progress in the illusion was unremarkable, but the monks all died suddenly.

The owner of the Dragon King's Palace seems to have some friendship with the Supreme Evil Syndicate, so the projection of the Supreme Evil Syndicate will appear in the illusion in the Heavenly Palace.The projection in the illusion is naturally not the slightest bit different from its original form, but even so, it is not something that ordinary monks can peep into.

Jiang Zhanyue didn't listen to Pei Yuan's advice. Not only did she not close her eyes, she turned around and desperately searched for the existence of the supreme evil sycophant.

Pei Yuan didn't dare to open his eyes to see anything, so naturally he didn't know about Jiang Zhanyue's behavior of seeking death.

Even Yan Beishu closed his eyes. If he had anything to ask, he could ask it with his eyes closed. He was very eager, but he would not risk his own life.

But once they closed their eyes, when they opened them again, they had already left the illusion, and the time to react was over.

"It won't work this time either..." Yan Beishu has returned to the round platform before entering the illusion.He felt regretful in his heart, but there was really nothing he could do about it.

Beside him, Pei Yuan was frowning slightly.

Pei Yuan had already looked around. There were corpses on the circular platforms. Almost all the monks who had entered the illusion but did not have the key were spared.

Apart from him and Yan Beishu, there was only one monk alive on their floor. The monk followed them in and became the fourth person.

But Jiang Zhanyue, who should have come out alive, was nowhere to be seen.

"Senior brother, have you seen Jiang Zhanyue?" Pei Yuan couldn't find Jiang Zhanyue no matter how hard he searched, so he asked Yan Beishu without any hope.

"She should be dead." Yan Beishu was still heartbroken that he had missed the opportunity, so he had no time to care about Jiang Zhanyue's affairs.

Pei Yuan clenched and unclenched his fists slightly under his sleeves, and murmured in a low voice: "I hope she will be okay."

"Huihui!" Someone shouted in panic from the round platform on the highest level.

Yan Beishu subconsciously glanced in the direction of the sound, and at this glance he caught a glimpse of the familiar sword.

"Pei Yuan! I want to go to the highest floor. Lend me your magic weapon!" Yan Beilu shouted to Pei Yuan casually.

"What do you mean? Why go up there? Even if you go up there, you can't enter the illusion again." Pei Yuan was not in a good mood at the moment, so he did not lend the magic weapon to Yan Beishu directly.

"It's the sword I was looking for, the sword from eight years ago. It took no effort to get it. Pei Yuan, I found it!"

"Seriously?" Pei Yuan became interested after hearing what Yan Beishu said.

The two of them risked their lives to break into the Dragon King's Palace just for the sword that Yan Beishu was looking for. It would be great if they could find the whereabouts of the sword without going through the Supreme Evil Nie.

Pei Yuan immediately took out the magic weapon and took Yan Beishu up to the highest level. After coming up, he could easily identify the sword in Yan Beishu's mouth.

The sword was unsheathed at the moment, and the snow-white sword body had a faint reddish glow. If it had been drinking blood for a very long time, it would not have this luster.

The owner of the sword is an attractive female cultivator. The female cultivator has fair skin and affectionate eyes like autumn water. She is very young. She seems to be fifteen or sixteen years old. She is wearing a light-colored dress and cannot tell. Wherever she is not in good health, she always has a delicate temperament. "Are you looking for a sword or a person?" Pei Yuan couldn't help but ask Yan Beishu.

He always heard Yan Beishu talking about a sword that changed his life eight years ago, and he must find that sword.

Pei Yuan thought that Yan Beishu was just looking for a sword as a sword cultivator, but Yan Beishu already had his natal sword, and now it seemed that the sword he was looking for also had its own owner.

Yan Beishu worked so hard to find the sword, not just to snatch the sword from others.

Yan Beishu did not answer Pei Yuan's question. He quickly walked up to the female cultivator holding the sword.

Yu Xuehui was raising her sword to stab her heart, but Yu Tianhao was stopping her.

"Brother, Senior Sister Jiang doesn't want to save me, and I won't get the inheritance. My heart will soon be completely eroded. Instead of being eroded, it's better for me to gouge out the part eroded by the demonic energy myself." Yu Xuehui said. He made great determination, and was soft yet ruthless.

"Are you the owner of this sword..." Yan Beishu asked uncertainly after standing in front of Yu Xuehui.

"Are you... Fellow Daoist Yan, the Little Sword Immortal of Yujing Mountain?" Yu Xuehui recognized Yan Beishu after seeing his appearance.

Yan Beishu's reputation and his handsome appearance were spread throughout the world of cultivation by Jubao Pavilion. His appearance was so outstanding that it was naturally easy to recognize him.

"Yan Beishu?" Yu Tianhao also immediately confirmed the identity of Yan Beishu, "I remember that the little sword fairy of Yujing Mountain is an innate Taoist body, invulnerable to all poisons, no injury or pain..."

A surprising thought flashed through Yu Tianhao's mind, "Fellow Taoist Yan, I have something to ask of you!"

Yu Xuehui's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, she had finally reached this step, with so much foreshadowing, the real success or failure lies here.

She has done so much to make things develop here smoothly. From the moment she joined the Kunlun Sect, she started planning. The plan has been laid out for a long time, and Yan Beishu should also jump into it. .

"You haven't answered my question yet. Are you the owner of this sword?" Yan Beishu persisted in asking his own question.

Yu Tianhao only felt that Yan Beishu was confused. Of course his sister was the owner of the sword. Is it necessary to ask such a question?

"Yes." Yu Xuehui answered.

When Yan Beishu heard this answer, he didn't have much reaction, as if he was not the one who insisted on asking this question.

And Yu Tianhao anxiously expressed his request, "Fellow Daoist Yan, can you please guide the devilish energy from my little sister to you, and use the method of yin and yang to cultivate together!"

In the illusion, Jiang Zhanyue, the only one with her eyes open and not sent out of the illusion, had blood oozing from her eyes at this moment.

Her vision became very blurred due to bleeding, and she could only vaguely see a man wearing a white mask walking towards her in the distance.

"Your Excellency, how can I escape from the constraints of heaven like you!" Jiang Zhanyue asked loudly towards the figure.

She didn't know if she could hold on until the man approached. If "Jiang You" hadn't been powerful enough, her consciousness would have been annihilated by the sight of the man. She didn't have much time to continue standing here, so she had to hurry up.

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