Chapter 275 Mass Cult

"Continue." Zhang Huaming glanced at the three of them and said calmly, his tone as calm as a glass of boiled water, making it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.

The man in black, whose lower body was basically disabled by Zhang Huaming using the Chaos Bead to absorb most of his life force, was skinny and haggard, looking shocking, and his fragile life was already on the verge of dying.

Another man in black glanced at his tortured companion who was worse than death, and then secretly glanced at the expressionless Zhang Huaming. After struggling and hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "I can say yes, but you

Give me a happy death."

Zhang Huaming raised his eyebrows and glanced at the man in black, without saying anything, and then his eyes dropped again.

When the three men in black saw Zhang Huaming's nonchalant attitude, they were very confused. They didn't know whether Zhang Huaming would agree or not agree to the conditions put forward by them. They wanted to ask, but were afraid of offending Zhang Huaming.

This terrible evil god, but if they don't ask, they have no idea. If after telling the things about the sect, they end up with the same fate as the previous two companions, then they might as well not tell it, at least they can't do it.

Zhang Huaming’s wish.

Hua Ming suddenly spit out a number from his mouth. When the two men in black heard this, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned, not knowing what Zhang Huaming meant.

Hua Ming ignored their reactions and continued to report the numbers.

At this time, the three finally understood that Zhang Huaming was giving them a final notice. If they could not make the correct decision within three seconds, they would bear the consequences.

"I said." Among the only two men in black, a slightly shorter man in black changed his expression and said quickly. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of suffering the pain that would be worse than death before dying.

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Looking at Zhang Huaming's expressionless and cold expression, the two men in black felt extremely bitter. In the past, they had always decided the life and death of others. Watching others experience the fear before death, who would have thought that thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi

, Feng Shui turned around, turned around, and ended up turning to himself.

Faced with Zhang Huaming's two terrifying and weird abilities, the two of them didn't even have the courage to take action on their own.

Who could have imagined that it would be so difficult for a person to even want to die.

"The Mass Cult has a history of thousands of years. Its origins can be traced back to the Jianmei Empire, the predecessor of the Xilong Empire. It was founded by a prince of the Jianmei Empire. It had many masters and countless followers. At its peak, there were

With hundreds of thousands of believers, it was the largest sect at the time and the state religion of the Jianmei Empire. After the fall of the Jianmei Empire, the Mass Cult suffered the heaviest blow in history. The top leaders of the church were divided, with some supporting the Xilong Empire and others

Those who opposed the Xilong Empire were able to continue to survive, while those who opposed it were exterminated and expelled from the Xilong Empire. Those who remained neutral left the country and never participated in worldly affairs again." A slightly short man in black clothes.

The man recalled the allusions circulated in the sect and said slowly.

"Are the people who remain in the Xilong Empire the same ones who supported the Xilong Empire?" Zhang Huaming was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that this Massist cult that he had never heard of had such a glorious history.

"That's right. Since the fall of the Jianmei Empire, the Mass Cult has been declining day by day. It has to rely on the support of the Xilong Empire to continue to survive. From then on, it turned from bright to dark. For thousands of years, it has almost disappeared from the sight of the world. Only

The history of our Mass religion is still preserved in the history books." Another man in black added.

"What's the current situation of the Mass?" Zhang Huaming pointed directly at the core of the problem and asked with a slightly solemn expression.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Since the Mass Cult can be spread in the world for thousands of years, there must be something extraordinary about it. With so many years of development, there is an unknown amount of power hidden in the dark. Zhang Huaming has to be vigilant.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaming suddenly thought. Maybe he could learn lessons and experience from the Mass Cult, and ensure that the Xuantian Sect can be passed down for thousands of years while becoming stronger.

"Today is different from the past. Today's Mass Cult can no longer compare with the prosperity and power of the Jianmei Empire. However, even so, after so many years of development, the Mass Cult has begun to gradually recover, with more than 30,000 members in the sect spread all over the country.

There are thousands of core members in various parts of the Xilong Empire, and all of them are at least as strong as the Wuzong." The short man in black said with a slightly proud expression.

The religious rules of the Mass are strict and the punishments are cruel. No one is allowed to betray, otherwise they will be cut into pieces and stripped of cordyceps.

This is the key issue that makes the Mass believers change their minds and make them feel frightened. But aside from these, almost all the believers in the Mass believer are proud to be members of the Mass believer, because there are people from all walks of life here.

There are countless Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, and many masters. Those who can have a place in the religion are almost all rich or noble people in the Xilong Empire. Therefore, in the Xilong Empire, if you want to join the Mass Cult, it is not

A simple and easy thing still needs to go through many tests.

"Is the Mass cult now taking a high-end route?" An idea flashed in Zhang Huaming's mind, and he instantly grasped the core issue.

"Well, you can say that." The short man in black looked slightly stunned. After thinking for a while, he understood what the so-called high-end route meant, and nodded.

"This is a good method." Zhang Huaming pondered for a moment and praised secretly in his heart.

Although the people are the foundation and cornerstone, it is always the people on the pyramid who determine the fate of the world. If you can gather the people on the pyramid into your own power, although it cannot guarantee that it will last forever, it is still a safe bet.

method.

"What is your identity and status in the church?" Zhang Huaming asked.

"The four of us brothers are all inner disciples of the leader. The sixth child is dead, the seventh child is dying, he is the eighth child, and I am the fifth child." The tallest man in black pointed at the four of them and said.

"Are all your fellow apprentices capable of being martial masters?" Zhang Huaming asked calmly. When he fought with the four of them, he had already known that these four were from the same sect, so he was not surprised that they were fellow apprentices.

, what makes him curious is that to be able to cultivate so many disciples in the realm of martial arts, it is expected that their master must be an extraordinary person.

"Yes. Master has a total of twenty-four inner disciples and twelve closed disciples. There are more outer disciples, but they can be ignored. Every inner disciple is in the martial master realm. As for the twelve

The disciples who have closed the door have different levels of cultivation, but they are all geniuses in a certain field." Lao Wu said.

"Now I want to meet your master more and more." Zhang Huaming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Huaming's words are not a joke. He really wants to meet the leader of the Mass Cult, Murong Xuanhua. Being able to cultivate so many martial arts disciples is an amazing thing in itself, because he does not have countless Lin Dan like Zhang Huaming.

Wise words to help others improve their cultivation. Secondly, the disciples of this leader are all geniuses with extremely high talents in a certain field, which shows that he promotes talents in an eclectic way.

Combining the above two, Zhang Huaming can very accurately determine that this Murong Xuanhua must be a very ambitious person.

"Master's whereabouts are erratic, and the divine dragon never comes back. Not to mention us, even the dozen closed disciples may not know Master's whereabouts." The eighth-oldest man in black said with emotion, "In fact, how many of us are there?

I have not seen my master many times, and I have not even seen his true face. If you want to see him, it will probably be more difficult than climbing to heaven."

"Nothing in the world is difficult unless someone is willing. There is nothing I, Zhang Huaming, don't want to do, and there is nothing I can't do." Zhang Huaming said very domineeringly, his tone full of undoubted confidence.

"That's all, I've told you everything I know. Just give me and other fellow apprentices a break." Lao Wu sighed softly and said with a dejected look. He has now revealed many secrets of the religion, which is tantamount to treason.

The consequences would be death, so it would be better to die simply.

"Death is not a problem. The problem is that before you die, I want you to do one thing first." Zhang Huaming said calmly.

"What's the matter?" Lao Wu, who had gradually become calmer from the fear of death, asked calmly.

"Hand over your cultivation techniques." Zhang Huaming said.

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it." Zhang Huaming originally thought they wouldn't object, but Lao Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's not that we don't want to give it, but because we haven't even figured out what is going on with this technique.

, ever since my cultivation reached the realm of Martial Master, my progress has been stagnant and I can no longer make even half a step forward."

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Huaming was slightly startled and thought to himself, could this weird technique be a quick way to improve his cultivation? If that was the case, then it would be of no use to him, so he used it on Lao Wu Lao

Ba said, "A gentleman has a word and a horse and a whip. Since you all want to die, then I will fulfill your wish."

After the words fell, without waiting for the two men in black to reply, Zhang Huaming activated the Chaos Bead, flicked it with both hands, and three white silk qi representing the power of life silently sank into the bodies of the three people, draining the power of life from their bodies in the blink of an eye.

Everything was gone, leaving only three shriveled skin and bones lying alone on the ground.

After standing there in silence for a moment, Zhang Huaming released Qin Xiaotian from the Chaos Bead. His consciousness scanned his body and no injuries were found, so he felt a little relieved.

"Are they all dead?" Qin Xiaotian glanced at the four mummies on the ground, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he asked uncertainly.

The death of these four people was extremely strange. Qin Xiaotian was shocked as he had never seen or heard anything before. He glanced at Zhang Huaming suspiciously, showing a somewhat inquiring look.

"No doubt, they are indeed dead." Zhang Huaming smiled and did not explain much. The less people knew about his possession of the power of life and the power of death, the better.

"Have you found out their origins?" Qin Xiaotian nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the four corpses and asked solemnly. He wanted to know who had such courage, besides Zhang Huaming.

, he was actually able to send four warrior-level warriors to sneak attack and assassinate him at the same time. He was not afraid of thieves stealing, but he was afraid that thieves would notice him. No matter what, he wanted to find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

Chapter 275 Mass Cult
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