Underground at dusk.

The caves are dark and deep, some are filled with fluorescent light, some are dim and dark, and some are dimly lit by candlelight, making it difficult for anyone to understand.

In the deep underground, two disciples of Zhaoye Palace moved forward quickly. There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing behind them, and Loran Hill transformed into an illusory form and followed behind them.

The underground roads are complicated and difficult for ordinary people to enter. There are also various dangers, such as attacks by demons, suffocation and lack of light, rugged terrain, etc.

After advancing smoothly for several thousand meters, the two finally encountered an obstacle.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't we be stationed outside?" A disciple of Zhaoye Palace with a gloomy face stood in a spacious underground hall. There were still some stone carvings and building ruins left here, and several bright lights were lit nearby, making it very bright.

"We..." The shorter disciple concentrated and thought.

"We want to test that secret realm because we're close to a breakthrough now. I think the effect might be much better there."

Although the reason was a bit unexpected, it seemed reasonable. However, the disciple in front of him was not so easy to talk to.

"It's not possible now. Uncle He Ling told us to wait until we seize the core of the dragon vein." The disciple shook his head and looked at the two of them with suspicion.

"You traveled such a long distance from the outskirts to here just for this sudden idea?" He didn't expect that the two would betray him for a moment. After all, they were the ones who had the upper hand in the Sunset Mountains.

Seeing this, the two of them also felt a little awkward, but thinking that the lady behind them would not be so easy to talk to, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to tell the story. However, while telling the story, the two of them also began to prepare secretly.

As the saying goes, if there is a first time, there will be a second time.

Since they have already betrayed Zhaoye Palace, they no longer mind betraying these people.

Just as Master He Ling said, anyone who prevents me from achieving immortality can be killed, isn't that right?

After coming to their senses, the two of them also vaguely felt the changes in their companion's aura, and became more convinced of the legitimacy of such behavior.

I hope this senior brother will take care of himself and not hinder our survival. This thought immediately arose in my mind.

Seeing this scene, the disciple of Zhaoye Palace stationed here also sneered. He also realized that something was wrong between the two of them.

With his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, streaks of dark fire emerged from his side, among which appeared the sounds of human faces wailing, which made people feel chilled.

Loran Hill was hundreds of meters behind, quietly sensing all this.

She naturally knew about the two disciples who were coerced by her. They were not good people. They had their own shortcomings and had made serious mistakes, making it difficult for people to sympathize with them.

But the disciple in front of him was even more outrageous. Those ghostly flames with human faces were made from the soul fragments of other creatures. It seemed that many of them were fellow disciples of Zhaoye Palace.

Deep underground, the battle suddenly broke out. The two men, one in front and one behind, attacked directly towards the inner sect disciple who was stationed there.

The sword flashed, spreading underground, shattering the flickering candlelight and attacking the disciple like a torrential rain. But the other party was also prepared.

The long sword at his waist was drawn out, like a poisonous red letter, stabbing at the attacking opponent. A series of small explosions were heard in the air. Both of them were masters of Jiuyou. They switched between reality and illusion perfectly. Moreover, when competing with the same sect, there was basically no information gap. What they competed for was hard power.

Seeing the two fighting, the disciple behind him once again summoned the evil spirits to his side, chanting the spell continuously. The scattered magic power and mana in the surrounding air gathered together and continuously absorbed into the several evil spirits, strengthening them.

Six skeletal ghosts then surrounded him. These ghosts drew a long breath in the air. Though there was no sound of wind, a formless wailing emanated from their mouths, spreading out in a fan-shaped pattern. This spell wasn't passed down from the Zhaoye Palace, but rather something he had learned from the ruins of the Yama Palace.

Suddenly struck by this attack, the disciple on guard trembled and fell from the air, his body stiffening. Taking advantage of this flaw and opportunity, the sword-wielding disciple beheaded him with a single blow, killing him.

Luo Lanxier, who was waiting in the back, was also a little frightened when he saw this scene. He didn't expect these two people to act so decisively and ruthlessly.

Generally speaking, unless they have to kill on the front battlefield, girls still have some resistance to killing. This is also a subconscious habit developed from past life experiences and education.

But in today's world, whether in the East or West, human life is not as precious as it was in the society she once lived in.

In other words, human life is not priceless, but has a price, and can indeed be bought. Even the entire society, including many people at the bottom of society themselves, believe that their lives are not that precious, and they dare not compare themselves with those chosen ones.

This is also the reason why Tu Haoyang did not care about the deaths of these Youchi people at first. Even for the people of the dynasty, as long as the casualties were not serious, he would not consider them.

Human life is like grass, growing in the wilderness, burned by wildfires, pecked by vicious birds, and trampled by livestock. So many lofty ambitions are shattered and crushed in the dust and mud.

There's no such thing as so much wiggle room in the world; sometimes one wrong step can lead to all the wrong steps. Fellow students who should have supported each other are now forced to kill each other for their own reasons.

Loran Hill walked out slowly from behind, and a ghost fire shot out from his hand, burning the dead disciple in the hall clean and turning him into dust.

"If you encounter this situation again on the road ahead, you can retreat temporarily. I have my own way. There's no need to kill again."

"You have already committed sins, so don't take on more sins." She sighed silently, feeling a little sad in her heart. These disciples of Zhaoye Palace are all outstanding people, and are geniuses selected from millions of people in various states and counties. Why did they come to this point?

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