After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

    These dozens of people who were brought here by Mu Wushuang seemed to be heartbroken, they neither struggled nor spoke, and even their expressions were rigid and rigid, looking dumbfounded.

    They were gagged by Mu Wushuang, but from what they looked like, even if they weren't gagged, they wouldn't make a sound.

    Mu Wushuang glanced over, feeling weird in his heart.

    These people are not in the right state, and even their faces have an indescribably weird feeling.

    Looking closely, Mu Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly.

    Her hand holding the spirit sword was a little trembling, and she looked at the faces of those people one by one in disbelief.

    The empty and lifeless faces matched the faces in memory one by one.

    Their eyebrows, eyes and jaws were all familiar to Mu Wushuang.

    The elders of the Fenglai Sect, Lieyang Fist Cultivator, Leng Hua Xingzhe, Bai Fansheng, the eldest son of the Bai family...

    all of them are powerful cultivators who are well-known and well-known in the cultivation world.

    These cultivators used to be a powerful party with unlimited scenery. No matter where they went, there were crowds of people. Just putting their names out was enough to make many people feel honored.

    But now they sat on the dilapidated and desolate dry soil with numb faces, their eyes were dazed and their mouths were stuffed with rags.

    Mu Wushuang stared at them with a strong sense of absurdity in his heart.

    She felt that the spiritual power in the bodies of these powerful cultivators was brutal and chaotic, it was no longer as pure as before, and mixed with a few strands of strong alien power.

    Mu Wushuang raised his hand towards Tianling of one of them. He stretched out his hand in the air, but was caught by another slender palm.

    Gui Lan pinched her wrist, and lazily said: "Don't look, it's a demon power."

    Mu Wushuang glanced at Gui Lan and grabbed her hand, frowning: "If you don't look at it, don't look at it, you have been holding my hand all the time. What are you doing with your hands?" Hearing this, the

    young man lowered his eyebrows slightly, showing a touching loneliness.

    He looked aggrieved, but he didn't let go, instead he took a step closer to Mu Wushuang.

    "Is it not possible?"

    Gui Lan asked in a very soft voice.

    Mu Wushuang flicked his wrist, and finally felt something wrong in his heart belatedly.

    She asked back with a normal face: "What is the need? Can I get more information by holding my hand?"

    Speaking of this, Mu Wushuang really became annoyed: "These people are all great practitioners in the cultivation world. Why? A look of being brainwashed? His cultivation base has regressed so badly, Ji Yun can have such a means——"

    Mu Wushuang paused, feeling a chill down his spine.

    Ji Yun's bone age is clearly only in his teens, but he is planning every step of the way, and he can even make these all-powerful master cultivators look like this.

    But now, she couldn't even figure out what Ji Yun was plotting.

    ... really terrible.

    Mu Wushuang's thoughts turned back and forth, but Gui Lan didn't seem to care about it.