Time flies, and in a flash, a year has passed.

In a cave deep in the Donghe Canyon, Dong Changsheng looked at his body. His bones were pale before, but now his limbs have become smoother and tougher.

Dong Changsheng stretched out his hands, and with a thought, he saw a large amount of gray-white dead energy surged out from his limbs, then gathered around him, covering his body.

After doing this, Dong Changsheng walked out of the cave. At this time, a full moon hung in the night sky. He walked north along the canyon in the moonlight.

Time passed minute by minute, and Chen Ziyang was still wandering around the place. He didn't know if the senior of the Blood Demon Sect would come to see him. Although he had left a message for the meeting last full moon night, they had never even said a word. Every time on full moon night, they would bring people here, then put away the blood beads and buried a person's corpse, and then left immediately.

In fact, he also likes this method. After all, no normal human would want to see a demon who practices with living people. However, as more and more missing disciples in the sect, he is forced to become tighter and tighter. Now he urgently needs a way to improve his strength, so this time he has to come to see this senior.

Generally, the people brought by Chen Ziyang are in a coma, but this time the person next to him is just tied up his hands and feet, and his mouth is blocked. The person is still awake and he is still struggling.

Chen Ziyang was filled with fear at this time. The bodies he had buried kept appearing in his mind. He was afraid that he would become that ghost after tonight. Now he urgently needed to pass on his inner fear.

The best way to cover up one's own fear is to bring it to others. Chen Ziyang suddenly stopped and squatted in front of the person beside him. The man was still struggling just now, but he didn't dare to move at this moment. He quietly watched Chen Ziyang take off the strip of cloth that stuffed his mouth.

Then he shouted softly: "Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Ziyang suddenly chuckled and asked with a teasing voice: "Oh! Junior Brother Qin, why? Why do you call me Senior Brother Chen now? Didn't you always call Senior Brother 19 before? Don't change your words! Senior Brother 19 will listen to it."

When Qin Fei heard this, he said with a little crying voice: "No, no, Senior Brother Chen, you have a lot of me, so don't bother with me. The past was the seventh brother, no, Senior Brother Song, no, Song Yingxing asked us to do it."

Chen Ziyang laughed for a while before asking, "Do you know where all your friends have gone?"

Qin Fei shook his head with an ugly expression.

Seeing this, Chen Ziyang smiled and said, "You guess? I'll give you a hint, it's nearby."

Qin Fei's face became even more ugly. He looked at the obviously digging ground around him with trembling all over, then looked at Chen Ziyang with a begging gaze and said, "Senior Brother Chen, you must be joking, right?"

Chen Ziyang grabbed his collar suddenly, stared at his eyes and said, "You guessed that, they are all buried here, and you will go with them later."

After saying that, he let go of his collar and stood up, recalling all the bullying he had suffered over the past year, and listening to Qin Fei, who was crying hysterically, he felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

At this moment, a familiar and fearful voice came to his ears.

"Although I don't mind you using my hand to get rid of your enemies, it's so noisy and chaotic that it really makes people feel uneasy."

While hearing this sound, Chen Ziyang saw a gray mist floating in front of his eyes. He felt that his body and soul seemed to have begun to wither and wither as the gray mist passed by.

The next moment, Qin Fei's hysterical voice in his ears came to an abrupt end. Chen Ziyang quickly turned around and looked, but at this time there was nothing but a skinny corpse.

Fear suddenly filled his heart, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead one by one. Then he heard a "cracking" sound not far away. He turned his head stiffly, and then he saw a man wrapped in gray mist walking towards him step by step. As the man approached, he clearly felt the breath of death.

Chen Ziyang's body began to tremble. After a while, the man stopped not far away. Then he vaguely saw the man lifting his right hand through the gray fog. At this moment, Chen Ziyang felt that he was standing on the verge of death, and his heart seemed to have temporarily stopped beating.

But when he saw a cloud of gray mist floating past him and flew towards the man, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: "It seems that I have survived."

Then a cold voice came to my ears.

"What's the matter with me?"

Chen Ziyang quickly whispered: "Senior, because there are too many missing disciples in the sect, the young man is also suspected. It is difficult now, so the young man wants to get some small help from the senior."

When Dong Changsheng heard this, he snorted coldly and said in a bad tone: "Help? If you hadn't kidnapped your fellow disciples, how could others have doubted you?"

Seeing that Chen Ziyang lowered his head and did not speak, Dong Changsheng paused for a moment before continuing, "If you weren't a little smart, you would have been with your junior brothers of the same school. Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

Chen Ziyang was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said, "I want to improve my strength as soon as possible. I wonder what you can do with me, senior?"

Dong Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "There are ways to do it, but the most suitable thing for you at present is to find someone with a similar level of cultivation as you. I can transfer his qualifications, practice skills, and experience and insights to you."

Chen Ziyang was a little disappointed when he heard this and asked softly: "Senior, is there any easier way?"

Dong Changsheng snorted coldly: "Yes, of course there are. If you are not afraid of death, or want to never stop practicing in the future, I can help you now. The short-sighted guy, my method can be reused, as long as you can find someone with your cultivation level."

Chen Ziyang suddenly became excited and said quickly: "What I taught to you is that you are young and have no knowledge. Please don't be angry." He also thought in his mind that if he could repeatedly superimpose other people's qualifications, skills and experiences, how could his cultivation speed be slow?

Dong Changsheng snorted coldly, then turned around and left.

At the same time, Dong Changsheng's voice came from Chen Ziyang's ears: "After finding the right person, bring him here next full moon night."

After walking not far away, the mental power realized that Chen Ziyang had left, and the gray fog on his body instantly returned to his body, and the mental power was quickly retracted, and then he lay in the grass on the side.

The next moment, Dong Changsheng returned to the soul space, where his mental power recovery speed will be accelerated.
Chapter completed!