Chapter 2382 Demon Sect Elders Sacrifice

The demon sect elder sacrifices

The angry and unwilling dragon roar continued to circle and spread in the Demon Sect's territory.

Each surging sound wave shattered a mountain range.

The trembling wails of monsters kept coming from the mountains.

The entire Demon Sect showed a scene of defeat.

All the demon sect disciples were full of sorrow. Looking at the sect with their families and families destroyed, they all looked at Zhang Xing angrily. They all wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Even if he was cut into pieces, they could not relieve the hatred in their hearts.

However, what they see more deeply is helplessness and fear.

The master of the sect is still missing. The treasure that holds the mountain is Zhang Xing. Who can suppress him?

At this time, many demon passers-by who were watching in the distance began to gloat and ridicule.

"You, the Demon Sect, have this day too!"

"Yes! I think back then, millions of members of our Black Fox Tribe were killed by the Demon Sect overnight, and less than a hundred people managed to escape."

"Isn't it true that our Jingzhe Sect is like this? All eight million of our disciples died overnight. What a tragedy!"

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When the Demon Sect was first established, it was the time to establish its prestige.

Those unconvinced demon clans and tribes are their targets to scare the monkeys.

The demon clan is cruel to the human race, but even more cruel to their own clan.

They captured other demon clans who opposed the demon sect. It would be light to dig out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and cut off their limbs, but what would be more cruel?

Hanging them at the gate of the mountain, extracting their souls and refining them, they suffered from pain all day long.

Among the disciples, hall masters, and elders of the Demon Sect, all of them are not burdened with blood debts, and all of them are not full of evil deeds.

Now in the past thousands of years, the demon clan has been unified, and they have transformed one by one into a large number of sanctimonious and benevolent disciples.

But how can these blood feuds be made forgotten by the descendants of the demon clan? They just don't have the ability to take revenge.

Now that they see the Demon Sect in trouble, there is no reason why they should not be happy.

"Kill, kill, it's best to kill the entire Demon Sect, don't let anyone go!"

"Puff puff puff..."

At this moment, seventy-two demon sect elders and a deputy sect leader spurted out several mouthfuls of blood essence into the dragon-marked sacred jade.

"Ouch!"

Just when the seventy-three people had finished spraying blood and their bodies were haggard and crumbling, an even more angry roar sounded.

At the same time, the golden dragon claws pressed down sharply.

Zhang Xing's body suddenly sank!

All the Demon Sect disciples who saw this scene suddenly became energetic.

"Zhang Xing has also reached the point where he has run out of gas and energy. He can't hold on much longer!"

The deputy sect master summoned his energy and shouted loudly.

"Elders, if we work harder, we can kill Zhang Xing!"

"Work harder?"

The seventy-two elders smiled miserably at the same time. They had already used up all their blood and essence, so what else could they do to work harder?

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The deputy sect leader also had a dark look on his face, so he wasn't like that either!

But when he gritted his teeth, a look of madness appeared in his eyes.

"For the tens of thousands of years of Demon Sect's foundation, we can only sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice?" When the other elders heard this, they couldn't help but trembled, with a look of horror in their eyes.

Sacrificing a sacrifice means losing one's soul. Who wants to die?

Even if they lose to Zhang Xing and the mountain-holding treasure is useless, they still have a chance to survive. Isn't it too early to die now?

No one wants to push themselves into a dead end until the last moment.

"Elders, do you think Zhang Xing will let us go? If we can't suppress him at this time and let him recover, we will all die!"

The seventy-two elders all know this truth, but they have been pampered for hundreds of years and have long since lost the passion of their youth.

They fell silent, and no one responded.