After going deeper for an unknown amount of time, Wang Mazi saw the torches stuck on the walls around him disappear one by one behind him, and finally a huge open space came into his sight.
At this moment, there were at least hundreds of men, women, young and old sitting cross-legged in this open space, practicing the Tianxie Curse. There were clusters of black air floating above their heads, and human faces would appear from time to time.
"Master, are these all disciples of our sect?" Wang Mazi asked.
"Yes, they are just like you, they all joined our sect halfway through. Don't ask anymore, just find a place to sit down and start practicing. When the Left Guard Envoy appears, someone will tell you to get up."
Wang Mazi did not dare to slack off, and immediately walked towards those people. Then he found an open space, sat down cross-legged and began his own practice.
The smile on the black-robed man's face became more cruel, but he didn't say much. Instead, he stood there and waited quietly.
Not long after, a man walked out from a nearby corridor, holding a black umbrella in his hand and a dragon arm in his right hand. It was none other than Xuan Yang Jun himself.
With the arrival of Xuan Yangjun, there was a sudden commotion in the open space. Everyone stood up and looked at Xuan Yangjun, demanding that they must quickly memorize the appearance of this big shot in the Tianxie Cult.
"If we gather everything here, the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella should be enough." Xuan Yangjun looked at Wang Mazi and his gang with extreme indifference. His eyes were full of coldness, and he felt as if he was looking at the beasts he had raised.
An old man following behind Xuan Yang Jun nodded and said, "Xuan Yang Jun was indeed very insightful. He allowed us to recruit disciples everywhere when we first arrived in the Eastern Wilderness Pole, so that we could become part of the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella."
As soon as these words were spoken, the purpose became clear immediately. Wang Mazi and his group were not considered as part of the Tianxie Cult at all. Instead, they were all to become souls on the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella.
In front of everyone, Lord Xuanyang threw the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella upwards, and the entire Umbrella began to spin in the air.
For a moment, the place was filled with cold winds and gloomy energy, which immediately made people like Wang Mazi feel nervous. They felt heavy and had a sense of impending disaster.
Suddenly, a large number of dead souls flew out from the Umbrella of Ten Thousand Souls and rushed towards Wang Mazi and his group.
Faced with Xuan Yangjun's attack without warning, these people knew exactly why the Tianxie Cult had gathered them here tonight.
It’s just to kill them all!
In this case, these people could not sit still and wait for death. They all used their best methods to attack those ghosts.
For a moment, all kinds of moves were played in the open space.
There are thousands of demons above and evil secret arts below.
It was a fight that was actually evenly matched, with no clear winner.
Wang Mazi's heart grew colder and colder. This time things were really not going well.
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