This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

"Which way to die is better!!"

Seeing that no one answered his question, Mo Jie seemed a little angry and deliberately raised his voice and shouted.

When the elders saw that Mo Jie was getting angry, they did not dare to hesitate and spoke immediately.

"It's better to die for the sect!"

"It's better to die for the sect!"

"It's better to die for the sect!"

…

Almost all the elders shouted the same answer at this moment.

In fact, they didn't care at all, whether it was better to die meaninglessly or to die for the sect.

They only know that it is best if they do not have to die.

As for the life and death of other people, they don't care at all.

Even if these disciples died, they would be happy to save themselves.

After receiving the "support" and "approval" from all the elders, Mo Jie showed a smile on his face.

"It seems that the elders and I have the same view."

"Then, let these disciples die to protect the sect."

After saying that, Mo Jie stood up, and in the next second, he rose into the air and flew towards the outside of the hall.

Upon seeing this, the elders hesitated for a second and then followed suit.

Not long after, a group of people arrived above the central square.

At this time, in the central square, the disciples were crowded together one by one, and the whole square was packed to the brim.

However, when the disciples saw the magic interception flying above their heads, they still smiled and cheered.

"Look! It's the sect leader!"

"Sect Master! The Sect Master is here to take me away!"

"Sect Master! Sect Master!"

The disciples kept calling Mo Jie's name, and they all seemed to think that Mo Jie was here to take them away from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Mo Jie responded to the disciple below with a smile, and then raised his left hand with his palm facing up.

At the same time as he took action, a huge circular barrier rose above the central square, covering all the disciples in the square.

When those disciples who could not enter the square saw this scene, they immediately became anxious and shouted quickly.

"Sect Master! Sect Master, I haven't gone in yet!"

"Sect Master! Please take me with you! I am very talented and will definitely enter the Void Refining stage in the future!"

"metropolitan!……"

The disciples kept shouting and wanted to enter the central square, but Mo Jie ignored them and looked at the countless disciples in the central square.

The disciples who had entered the central square and were surrounded by a circular barrier did not know what was waiting for them at this time, with excited smiles on their faces.

Some disciples were even mocking those who failed to enter the central square.

But at this moment, Mo Jie spoke.

"Today, your sacrifice is to preserve the entire Ten Thousand Demons Sect."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples in the central square were all stunned. They looked at Mo Jie in disbelief, thinking that Mo Jie had said something wrong.

"What sacrifice? Aren't we going to leave the Ten Thousand Demons Sect?"

"What is the sect master talking about? Did he say something wrong?"

"Zong, sect master, you are actually talking to those disciples, right?"

The disciple asked loudly, pointing to the disciples who had not entered the central square.

But Mo Jie didn't mean to answer them at all. He just smiled and continued talking to himself.

"After all this is over, this sect leader will personally lead his disciples to build a monument for you to commemorate you."

"Every disciple of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect will remember you in the future."

"And now is the time for you to dedicate yourselves to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect."

After saying that, Mo Jie didn't waste any time and formed a seal in his hand.

The next second, a flame burst out from under the central square, igniting every disciple!

"ah!!!"

"Sect Master! Why, Sect Master! Why!!"

"Mo Jie! I'm going to kill you! You beast! I'm going to kill you! Did you hear that!"

…

The screams and curses of the disciples were all accompanied by the burning flames at this moment.

Mo Jie looked at all this with a smile, ignoring the wails and curses.

Outside the square, those disciples who had been begging to enter the central square all fell silent at this moment.

They looked at the disciples who were ignited by the flames and kept crowding and dancing in the central square. They felt that they were stunned in place, and big beads of sweat kept falling from their foreheads.

They began to be afraid. If they had taken a step forward and entered the central square at that time, would they end up like these people now?

However, this fear did not last long, because at this time, Mo Jie spoke again.

"These fellow disciples died for you."

When the disciples heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at Mo Jie.

"He died for us, and for the entire Ten Thousand Demons Sect."

"Because of their deaths, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect is able to resist the attack of the Seven Saints Immortal Gate, and can allow the Ten Thousand Demons Sect to continue to exist."

"If you survive after everything is over today, then you must remember that everyone alive today only survived because of their sacrifices!"

After saying this, the disciples understood even if they were stupid.

The reason why Mo Jie wants to kill these disciples is because he wants to rely on these disciples to deal with the Seven Saints Immortal Gate.

Although they didn't know exactly what Mo Jie planned to do, they knew that Mo Jie would never kill hundreds of thousands of disciples in vain.

At that moment, all the disciples who were still alive felt an inexplicable hope and excitement in their hearts, sweeping away all their previous fears.

Because at this time they understood the most basic truth.

These people in front of me are dead, but their chances of survival have increased!

These fellow disciples in front of me are victims, but they, those who survive, will become the beneficiaries!

If you can survive, why should you care if others suffer?

Then someone started shouting.

"For the Ten Thousand Demons Sect! For the Sect Master!"

The moment they heard this voice, everyone was stunned.

But just a moment later, someone reacted.

"For the Ten Thousand Demons Sect! For the Sect Master!"

As a result, more people reacted.

"For the Ten Thousand Demons Sect! For the Sect Master!"

"For the Ten Thousand Demons Sect! For the Sect Master!"

…

They cheered loudly.

Mo Jie looked at all this with a smile on his face.

In fact, both the cheering disciples below and himself knew very well that these cheers were not really cheering for the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and him.

They are just cheering for themselves to survive and cheering to please themselves.

As long as they can survive, the sect in Huanhu can be any sect or anyone.

They cheered whoever kept them alive.

As for the dead? No one will care.