Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 375: Conspiracy
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Chapter 375 Conspiracy
Elder Huang smiled coldly in his heart.
Although Wushuang has not participated in the competition now, he can pass the tragic situation of the disciples of Qingyun Jianzong who participated in the competition, let this ignorant Wushuang know and offend him Huang Yongliang’s fate.
Although Qingyun Jianzong has a backer, who cares about the life and death of several disciples!
The calculation flashed in his eyes. After all the participating disciples of the sect entered the cave, Elder Huang closed the door of the cave.
“Look! The name of someone on the stele is dark!”
At this moment, someone exclaimed.
So fast? Someone died?
Everyone was surprised, just as soon as they entered, a disciple of the sect died!
Sure enough, on the huge stone stele, a person’s name became bleak, indicating that he had died in the cave.
“Should be killed.”
Long Mo said in a deep voice.
Mu Wushuang nodded, so early, the disciples should have not encountered a monster beast, even if they encounter a monster beast, the monster beast at the outermost level is definitely a monster beast of very low level, which can be sent by the sect. The disciples of the competition, it is impossible to kill even the low-level monster beasts.
So, obviously, the disciples started fighting each other before they killed the monster.
The competition this time looked fierce and cruel.
It is estimated that in the end, there will not be many disciples who can survive.
Because this game has more monster cores than who kills more monsters.
Even if there are not many monsters killed by a disciple, but he finally robbed other people’s monster core, that monster core is also his.
If you want to win the top three, you must grab more demon cores!
Mu Wushuang looked at the front of the cave with a sneer on Huang Yongliang’s face. He felt that things were definitely not easy. Huang Yongliang came prepared and targeted her deliberately. If she did not enter the game, the target would fall on Cangyang. They are waiting for someone.
“Don’t worry.”
Long Moshen shook her hand and said, “I taught Tang Wen, and his formation is easy to deal with the siege.”
Even if someone yells at them, they can go back.
What they learned this year is more than practice.
Mu Wushuang smiled happily: “Of course I am not worried, you said, Uncle Emperor, they want to get first.”
This time the competition was as expected by Mu Wushuang and the others. From the beginning, it was full of blood. After only half a day, there were 30% fewer people on the stone tablet.
This makes the faces of the elders of the various sects in the stands unsightly. The good seedlings of their own sects just died. Isn’t it ugly?
As time passed, there were fewer and fewer disciples on the stone tablet. By the afternoon of the next day, almost all of the sects had their disciples dead, and several of the sects’ disciples had not survived.
There have been voices of despair and anger in the stands.
“There is a problem with the game! There must be a problem!”
“How could so many disciples die!”
“No more! This year our sect is no longer comparable, we only have two people left! I don’t want to lose these two people too!”
……
Mu Wushuang, the head of the family sect and the elders sitting next to them, have red eyes. All of their sect disciples are dead. Hearing the choking voice, it seems that one of the dead disciples is the head of the family. son.
But the elder Huang outside was indifferent and even sneered:
“The game cannot be terminated before the time is up. You little sects can’t compare with each other. Don’t compare it next time. It’s a shame!”
He felt distressed and thoughtful for his disciple. He was actually embarrassed in his eyes, which made countless people angry.
But what can they do? Elder Huang is the elder of the first-class sect Guiyuanzong, they are only seven sects, and when facing Guiyuanzong, it is an egg and a stone!
Now everyone knows that there is definitely a problem with this Zongmen Grand Competition, and it is not necessarily related to this elder Huang!
“Uncle Emperor, have you noticed?”
Mu Wushuang pointed to the huge stone monument.
“Well, the Silver Ring Sect is no less alone.”
Long Mo said deeply.
Except for the Twenty people of Qingyun Sword Sect, all of them are still alive, and this is the Silver Ring Sect.
The rest of the sects are more or less damaged.
There is no problem with their sect. Cangyang and the others will not deliberately kill the disciples of other sects. Then, it is very likely that the disciple of the Silver Ring Sect has a problem.
Wujizi said with a heavy face:
“The Silver Ring Sect fell from the Liuliu Sect last year. The strength of their Sect is not weak, and the old man just inquired that this Silver Ring Sect has recently received five or six disciples with talents and good cultivation. , The cultivation base is in the later stage of the spirit king.”
“Received not long ago? The cultivation base is still high?”
Mu Wushuang sneered suddenly and glanced coldly at Elder Huang underneath.
It seems that this elder Huang must have done something.
How can ordinary sects receive disciples with very high cultivation bases? Silver Ring Sect is only a seven-liu sect, how can it be possible to receive disciples with high talents and still in the late Spirit King realm?
Huang Yongliang is too blatant!
Sure enough, this man is sinister, dormant for a whole year, just for today!
It’s a pity that his wishful thinking was wrong. She didn’t participate in the competition. Moreover, their Qingyun Sword Sect was no longer the small sect of last year. He Huang Yongliang thought that this would damage their sect’s disciple?
Innocent!
Mu Wushuang clenched his fists, and Huang Yongliang should have broken his body for the other sect disciples who died for these innocents!
Only half an hour before the end of the game, the names on the stele dimmed faster than before.
Wuji Zi is in awe, for fear of problems with his disciples.
However, his worries are unnecessary. Mu Wushuang and Long Moshen are not worried, because they believe that Cangyang and others must unite and deal with the people of Yinhuan Sect.
“Hi! Qiu Yu was seriously injured!” Wuji Zi stood up, very nervous.
The hearts of many juniors were also fiercely tugged, for fear that something might happen to the seniors.
On the stone tablet, the light on the words Qiu Yu of Qingyun Jianzong is a bit dim, but it is not completely gloomy, indicating that he is not dead yet.
“Brother Qiu, hurry up, swallow this pill! This is the sixth-order blood rejuvenating pill refined by the master sister!”
In the cave, Cang Yang took out a pill and stuffed it into Qiu Yu’s mouth.
Qiu Yu was caught in a plot and almost died, but their current situation is not very good either. They are closely surrounded by a group of people, all of whom are disciples of the Silver Ring Sect.
Several disciples of the Silver Ring Sect with advanced cultivation have cold faces, and their temperament is exactly the same as that of Elder Huang. They are not like disciples of the Silver Ring Sect, but more like disciples of the Guiyuan Sect.
“Tsk tusk, such a good medicine was wasted on a dying person, extravagant! Your Azure Cloud Sword Sect is really rich! Well-deserved reputation! Hahaha!”
“Jiejie, after taking their lives, their wealth is ours!”
“It is said that every disciple of Qingyun Sword Sect has a lot of pill and spirit stones, please give me up!”